Innocence Interrupted..

His cheeks were reddened and he was looking around at all the staring faces. He turned and ran. I snapped out of my daze just as he turned around the corner of the building. Weirdd..I thought.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to the irritated face of Amber.

“Can we go in? I don’t want all these people laughing at me like they did that kid.” She crossed her arms and bowed her head, attempting to conceal her injured lip. I sighed and started walking.

“They were only laughing at that kid because of you, Amber. And you didn’t even apologize.” I said. We were making our way past the many people, and I was still trying to figure out why there were so many people in a damn parking lot. Even though some of them may have been hot, there were also some very un-hot ones also.

So as Amber was about to say something, I have no idea what, a rail thin geeky looking skater came up in front of me and Amber, making us hault in our tracks. He had unkempt brown hair and braces. You could tell he had had acne because of all of the scars scattered on his freckley face. Needless to say, not being rude, he was ugly.

“Hey little ladies, how you doing?” Now, if you’ve ever seen Friends, you might have heard this line from the “player” Joey. On there, it always worked.

No matter ugly Joey might have been. So, apparently, this scrawny kid thought it might work with him too.

It didn’t. Actually, it cracked me up. He pursed his lips, trying to look “hot” and tilted his head. Amber snorted, and me, being more caring of peoples feelings, smiled.

“Uh. Well. We’re fine. But, we really should be going. Someone’s expecting us.” I stepped to the right, expecting him to let me by, but he had other ideas. He stepped right in front of me, and almost tripped in the process. Gaining his balance back, and straightened and got a look of determination on his face.

“Well.” he said. His voice was way deeper then you would have expected from a frame his size. It actually kind of crept me out. “I think that me and you should go somewhere and have a little fun.”

Amber sighed and crossed her arms beside me, while I just stared at him.

“I said no. Now, let us past.” I gritted out, and once again tried to step past the annoying little freak. I was starting to get pissed.

“AWW…Come on. You look like you’d be a good little bang. Me and your friend here could even have a threesome.” Whoa. I was NOT expecting that.

I closed my eyes and counted to five as Amber grabbed my arm in warning. I’ve never gotten in a fight before, but only because Amber was always there to stop me. I had a BAD temper.

I opened my eyes and saw him grinning. Last straw.

I grabbed him by his black t-shirt front and dragged him closer so I could yell in his face. I saw the look of surprise right before I started screaming.

“Listen you little scum, me and my friend here have better things to do than listen to your useless attempts to get us in bed. I doubt anybody with eyes and self hygiene would want to even go near your nasty little ass. SO why don’t you go find some hooker or monkey to screw so you won’t feel completely like the revolting little leach you are!” I threw him back with that and grabbed Ambers arm to drag her inside. I’d tried the nice card, and he just had to blow it. NOBODY will talk to me like that and get away with it.

I opened the double glass doors to the apartment building, away from the gawking crowd. The cool air rushed onto me, and I breathed it in thankfully.

“That was great Taw. I would have done the same exact thing if I were you.” I felt Ambers arm go around me and we started striding toward the door that said “stairs.”. Wow. My day could get no worse.

We slowly trotted up the winding stairs and, out of breath, finally reached Trax’s apartment. We knocked. About 10 seconds later I heard footsteps and someone opened the door. It was Quentin. I smiled shyly as Amber groaned and turned her head. I looked at her.

“Amber?” I inquired. She mumbled a “what” and I couldn’t help but laugh as she turned her head towards me, while not facing Quentin.

I glanced at him and he had a slight smirk on his face, but looked bemused.

I stuttered and explanation. “Well. Uh. Amber K-kinda got stung b-by a bee.” I twiddled with my fingers. See! I’m perfectly normal and fine except when I’m around guys. Good-looking ones anyway. It’s like I have to personalities. Am I bipolar?

“Oh.” Quentin laughed. “Well, you guys can come in.” He stepped aside and opened the door. I grabbed Ambers arms, and dragged, yes dragged, her inside. Her head was still down and her lip was concealed.

I looked around and discovered a VERY nice apartment. I was surprised at how neat it was, and the lack of dirty dishes or rotten food. The kitchen had stainless steal appliances, and was pretty small. You could see straight into the living room from the doorway, and I could see a blue velvitish couch and a worn looking recliner setting on a tan carpeted floor. There were two windows beside the big T.V, and the blinds were drawn closed, making the house dark. The only light on was the kitchen, and the T.V.

Quentin motioned with his hand for us to follow, and started retreating into the living room. My hand was still latched on to Amber’s wrist and I pulled her with me as I followed Quentin. The back of the couch was towards me so when we stepped in front of it, I saw Trax sleeping peacefully on it. He was amazingly beautiful while he slept. Like…a dark angel. Yes, that’s what he looked like.