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"Are you ever capable of having a pair of jeans that aren't ripped or have stuff sewn on them?" My mom asked as she came up beside me at the counter, I was currently picking some threads from the holes I made in the new white jeans I got.
"I am capable." I defended, she cast a meaningful glance down at the current pair of jeans I was wearing with rips going the whole way down from my thighs to my ankles, "Sometimes." I added sheepishly.
My mother scoffed and left to finish sorting out the new record display on the back wall she was working on. I finally finished pulling threads out and brushed whatever strays had stuck to the dark red lace, off-the-shoulder crop-top I was wearing. Finally I looked up to see I had a visitor.
"Nick!" I called, waving as he looked around the store, presumably for me. He walked over to where I was at the counter and raised an eyebrow at my latest creation.
"New jeans?"
I smiled."New and improved, I just need to wash them now and they'll look badass."
Nick reluctantly shared my smile, we hadn't talked much since he tried pulling me away from the concert. Still, he was my friend.
"So, uh, how have you been?"
I shrugged, "Pretty good, getting closer and closer to getting my dream guitar. You?"
He nodded, "I've been better, I wanna say sorry for the other night, I shouldn't have pulled you away from that concert."
I smiled, "Apology accepted."
Nick hesitated before continuing, "But you need to stay away from those guys., Bryn, I'm serious."
I sighed, "Nick, I get that you don't like them, but if you got to know them then maybe-"
"I don't want to get to know them, and I don't want you to, either. They're bad news, Bryn." He cut me off.
"Last time I checked, your friends weren't exactly choir boys." I blurted out.
Nick's face hardened, "At least my friends have never murdered anyone!"
The whole shop turned to stare at us, I could feel my face heating up as I leant in, "Stop shouting, people are gonna think we're crazy."
"You are the one that's crazy, hanging around with those assholes." Nick said, he wasn't shouting but we were still attracting attention, "You need to stay away from them and-"
"Nick!" I said sharply, my temper snapping, "Keep your voice down right now, you're making a scene in the middle of my parents' store and I'm not gonna have you embarrassing them."
Nick's eyes widened slightly at my tone before he looked around to see people staring at us, he huffed in defeat and turned on his heel to walk out, everyone seemed to go back to what they were doing, leaving me to follow Nick.
"Hey, wait a minute!" I said as I chased him, thankful I was wearing my white sneakers and not my boots, "Where are you going?"
"Somewhere I'm not gonna make a scene, excuse me for being worried about my friend who's too stupid to see the danger she's in." He said as he spun round.
"What did you just say?" I demanded.
"You heard me, you're being incredibly stupid if you think those wackos are just a gang of cool guys with motorbikes."
"So what are they then?"
Nick threw his arms up, "Trouble!"
"Like the bunch of Surf Nazis you hang out with? Drinking, smoking and doing God-knows what else every freaking night?"
Nick narrowed his eyes, "What did you just call them?"
I knew he hated the nickname given to his friends, but they had earned it, so I stood my ground, "You heard me, they're the wackos around here. And you're one of them! You have completely changed from the guy I became friends with and now you're trying to tell me who I can be friends with?"
"You know what? If I'm such a shit friend and you're so sure those guys are so much better, maybe we shouldn't be friends anymore." He threatened.
I clenched my jaw in anger at his somewhat triumphant expression, he thought that would shut me right up, "Maybe we shouldn't."
Nick's eyes flashed in surprise at my response, "Wait-"
"You heard me, if you're gonna try and tell me what to do and who I should hang out with, then we can't be friends."
This was by far the worst fight Nick and I had ever had, we never even fought much before. If we had any disagreements they'd be forgotten the next time we met. But this, this was serious, I could feel it. He didn't like the guys, and I didn't like being told what to do by someone who's meant to be my best friend.
Nick hesitated, "I'm just trying to keep you safe."
"I don't need to be told how to be safe, I am not stupid." I told him, trying to keep as cool as I could given the fact I was starting to get just a little upset.
Nick ran a hand down his face, "I'm done trying to convince you otherwise." And with that he walked off again, and I was left staring at his back as he cut through the crowd.
I leant heavily on the wall beside me, regret filling me instantly, did I just lose my best friend? I couldn't have, not over something as stupid as me hanging around with Paul and his friends. No, this was just another one of those things, we'd be back to being friends in no time.
I sighed and walked back to the store, walking in to find my mother and father talking close together at the counter. My mother caught sight of me and they both snapped out of it to smile at me.
"Is everything alright? You and Nick looked like-"
I shook my head, "It's fine, he had to go but he said we'd meet up tomorrow or something. I actually don't feel too well, can I go home?"
My mother crossed out from behind the counter to put a hand to my forehead, "Your head feels alright, are you dizzy or anything? One of us can drive you home." Crap, why is it so hard to make up excuses for these guys?
"I just feel a bit down, I'm gonna have an early night."
My dad fished in his pocket for something as he waved me over, he handed me some cash, "Take that and go get whatever you want. Ice cream, magazines, videos, you name it."
I smiled, "A video sounds good."
I left them once I grabbed my jacket and my bag and went down the boardwalk towards the video store, Max's Video Store. We rented videos from here because they had a good selection, but it was mostly my dad that picked them out.
I smiled at the owner, Max, I assumed, before I walked around and started to search the videos. I circled round most of the store and managed to finally find Pretty In Pink, just then I jumped as I heard a dog growl behind me.
I froze and slowly turned expecting for a dog to pounce at me, but instead he was facing away from me and growling towards a group that just came in.
It was the guys.
They didn't see me as they walked past the counter, the owner now looked pretty pissed, I noticed David seemed to smirk almost as if he was enjoying the man's anger.
I went back to looking at the last few videos before ultimately deciding Pretty In Pink was my best bet. I went over to the counter and set the video done in front of the girl serving.
Just as she was taking the money, two arms landed on my shoulders and made me jump, "Well look who it is."
I smiled in spite of myself, "Hi, Paul."
The girl smirked as she handed me my change and the video, which Paul snatched to look at the cover, "Pretty in Pink, oh it's that Maddy Ringwald chick!"
"Molly Ringwald." I corrected with a laugh, retrieving the video from him.
"Well maybe you want to skip watching the video tonight and come hang out with us?" He asked, I hesitated giving my answer and another voice cut in.
"How many times must I tell you? You are not allowed in here." I turned to see the store owner standing behind the counter glaring at Paul, when I looked back Paul smiled and held his hands up.
"Just catching up with my friend, right, Bryn?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's cool, I know him." I told the owner, who turned his gaze on me for a second before it went to David who now stood beside Paul.
"Like I said, you are not allowed in here. She can stay, you can go."
I was stuck right in the middle of the tension, which seemed to get a little bit tenser with each passing second, "It's fine, I'll leave. Come on." I said, tugging Paul's arm to get him to follow me.
Eventually the guys all got out to the front of the store again and Paul slung his arm around my shoulders, "So, how about it?"
"Hmm?"
"You gonna stay for a while and hang out?" Paul asked.
I shook my head, my argument with Nick had brought my mood down too much for any fun tonight, "I don't feel too good so I'm just gonna go home, maybe I'll see you tomorrow night."
Paul pouted, "You sure?"
"Yeah, goodnight. Night, guys."
I nodded to the rest of them, making sure not to let my eyes catch Dwayne's as I walked away, because it would sure as hell make it harder to do so.
I reluctantly left and started on my way home.
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long and the chapter itself sucks, but I am definitely going to make improvements on things, any chapters I'm not happy with can always be re-done and improved.