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myself.
“Damn, girl,” said some curly-haired guy, “you got a brick in your hand, or what?”
Jealous Cecilia regarded me now with a different attitude than before, but I thought this was a bad thing. I would rather her dislike me and keep her distance than become my newest, annoying latch-on friend.
“That guy was huge ,” she said, smiling wide-eyed and admiringly.
Despite my fifteen minutes of fame, I wasn’t enjoying this at all. I had never actually hit anyone before. And the way some were talking, I was colored as some fearless ‘hard chick’, when I was anything but.
When the excitement wore off a few minutes later, Harry and I could be alone again, but at first I was still too bewildered by the whole thing, to say much to him. Especially at how soon William and Ashe left and that the entire situation didn’t turn into a huge brawl. It didn’t make any sense. Nothing about them gave off the impression that they were capable of fear, that anyone around here could intimidate them. How could they let me get away with what I did?
And then suddenly I didn’t feel so confident anymore. I never felt very confident about it to begin with, but that small part which was, exhaled right out with my breath. They were the patient, precarious type and that scared me more than direct hostility.
“Looks like they’re leaving too,” Harry said, watching the Jeep.
All four of them had made it back, and the spiky-haired blond girl was the last to hop inside, shutting the door twice as if it didn’t catch the first time.
I didn’t feel like bringing up my worries where they were concerned.
“If those are the type your sister hangs with,” Harry said about William and Ashe, “I feel sorry for you.”
That stung a little, but also gave me more to think about. They knew Alex by her given name and they wouldn’t have known to call her ‘Alexandra’ unless Alex was the one who told them.
“What do you think they wanted?” said Harry.
I paused, thinking not about the answer to his question, but instead to my own: What did my sister have to do with them?
“I have no idea,” I answered both of us, watching the Jeep drive away.
Julia finally came back from a lengthy amount of time in the restroom.
“What happened?” she said walking up, dragging her fingers through the ends of her hair. “You two look all depressed.”
Harry and I just looked at each other again and shook our heads.
Later when the streetlights came to life, I decided to head home. Harry offered to give me a ride, but I appreciatively declined. I knew he wasn’t ready to leave and his friend’s weren’t ready to let him take the stereo with him. Besides, there wasn’t a place in his car to put my bike.
I left, feeling a chill in the air as the darkness fell. It was quiet out and that helped bring back my fears of being alone near any wooded area. I rode down one long, winding street and then onto another. I kept thinking that my next turn was just up ahead, but after many more minutes, I knew I had gone too far. How could I have missed my turn? All sorts of things ran through my mind then: What if I end up like one of those teenagers they find murdered in the woods? I thought.
What if those guys find me?
I began to panic then, lost on a dark, tree-enveloped gravel road. Worst of all, I felt the eerie sensation of eyes at my back.
Movement transferred in my peripheral vision, an out of place shadow rebelling against the dark. My head jerked sideways and I froze on my bike as a vehicle came slowly around the curve a few yards behind me. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I should’ve taken off right then, but for some inane reason I didn’t. Was stupidity in the face of danger becoming a habit with me? It sure seemed like it.
The headlights were overly bright in such darkness and I couldn’t make out the vehicle, but I knew that it was larger than average. Higher up...like a souped-up Bronco perhaps?
I gasped; the
“Damn, girl,” said some curly-haired guy, “you got a brick in your hand, or what?”
Jealous Cecilia regarded me now with a different attitude than before, but I thought this was a bad thing. I would rather her dislike me and keep her distance than become my newest, annoying latch-on friend.
“That guy was huge ,” she said, smiling wide-eyed and admiringly.
Despite my fifteen minutes of fame, I wasn’t enjoying this at all. I had never actually hit anyone before. And the way some were talking, I was colored as some fearless ‘hard chick’, when I was anything but.
When the excitement wore off a few minutes later, Harry and I could be alone again, but at first I was still too bewildered by the whole thing, to say much to him. Especially at how soon William and Ashe left and that the entire situation didn’t turn into a huge brawl. It didn’t make any sense. Nothing about them gave off the impression that they were capable of fear, that anyone around here could intimidate them. How could they let me get away with what I did?
And then suddenly I didn’t feel so confident anymore. I never felt very confident about it to begin with, but that small part which was, exhaled right out with my breath. They were the patient, precarious type and that scared me more than direct hostility.
“Looks like they’re leaving too,” Harry said, watching the Jeep.
All four of them had made it back, and the spiky-haired blond girl was the last to hop inside, shutting the door twice as if it didn’t catch the first time.
I didn’t feel like bringing up my worries where they were concerned.
“If those are the type your sister hangs with,” Harry said about William and Ashe, “I feel sorry for you.”
That stung a little, but also gave me more to think about. They knew Alex by her given name and they wouldn’t have known to call her ‘Alexandra’ unless Alex was the one who told them.
“What do you think they wanted?” said Harry.
I paused, thinking not about the answer to his question, but instead to my own: What did my sister have to do with them?
“I have no idea,” I answered both of us, watching the Jeep drive away.
Julia finally came back from a lengthy amount of time in the restroom.
“What happened?” she said walking up, dragging her fingers through the ends of her hair. “You two look all depressed.”
Harry and I just looked at each other again and shook our heads.
Later when the streetlights came to life, I decided to head home. Harry offered to give me a ride, but I appreciatively declined. I knew he wasn’t ready to leave and his friend’s weren’t ready to let him take the stereo with him. Besides, there wasn’t a place in his car to put my bike.
I left, feeling a chill in the air as the darkness fell. It was quiet out and that helped bring back my fears of being alone near any wooded area. I rode down one long, winding street and then onto another. I kept thinking that my next turn was just up ahead, but after many more minutes, I knew I had gone too far. How could I have missed my turn? All sorts of things ran through my mind then: What if I end up like one of those teenagers they find murdered in the woods? I thought.
What if those guys find me?
I began to panic then, lost on a dark, tree-enveloped gravel road. Worst of all, I felt the eerie sensation of eyes at my back.
Movement transferred in my peripheral vision, an out of place shadow rebelling against the dark. My head jerked sideways and I froze on my bike as a vehicle came slowly around the curve a few yards behind me. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I should’ve taken off right then, but for some inane reason I didn’t. Was stupidity in the face of danger becoming a habit with me? It sure seemed like it.
The headlights were overly bright in such darkness and I couldn’t make out the vehicle, but I knew that it was larger than average. Higher up...like a souped-up Bronco perhaps?
I gasped; the
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