Inferno

Chapter Six

"Look what we have here." One of the boys, a dark-haired Mexican with a dangerous smile, remarks before we even have a chance to fully approach them. I'd given up on struggling about halfway back when I realized it was useless. Megan becomes the Hulk when it comes to getting with guys.

I stay quiet, eyeing Megan, waiting for her to make a move. She does, taking a step towards them, twirling a lock of golden hair around her pointer finger, "This is the best damn thing you've seen all day." Megan says, fluttering her eyelashes seductively.

"You just might be right, chica." Another boy calls out, taking even another step toward her, putting his right hand on her waist, smirking smugly. I roll my eyes and fold my arms across my chest, wanting a cigarette.

"I am." Is all Megan says, and it's all she has to say really. The boy chuckles, winking down at her, his hand still placed on her, almost as if she was his in his possession.

"Hey, Meg, we should go." I reach forward, grabbing her shoulder softly, trying to pull her back. She looks back at me, frowning, shrugging me off.

"You can go, but I like it here." She gripes. I raise an eyebrow, glancing over at the boys, all crowded together in their group. There were about 5 or 6 of them, and all of their eyes were on us.

"We came here together, and you're out of your mind if you think we're leaving any differently."

"I can get rid of her." A thin boy starts walking toward me, hands reaching out, and I scowl, giving all of them an incredulous look.

Megan sighs, "Look, I'm just gonna go on some rides with them and shit, it's not a big deal. Go get your cotton candy." She was talking to me like I was a little kid.

"Fine." I say, pivoting on my heel and stalking back to a bench placed between a popcorn machine and an arcade. I sat down on the bench, shifting my gaze over to where I'd just been, only to see the first boy slink his arm over Megan's shoulder and all of them wander off.

I'd been mumbling, "Why don't you go get your cotton candy, Presley." to myself for a few minutes before I notice another person had taken up a spot on the bench, on the other side and end.

"It's really not that hard," The figure stood up, and moved down the bench to sit across from me, "you just hand your money to the lady at the stand, and I'm sure she'd be more than happy to give you the cotton candy." It was the kid from earlier, the one who had fought Noah. Except now his hood was down, and his short, black curly hair fell nicely.

I flick one of the stray pieces of popcorn that had been left behind on the table before me at the boy, thinking how useful it would be if I could shoot lasers out of my eyes. If looks could kill.

"Hey, just trying to help." A slight smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, but it quickly fades, as though he forced it back.

"I think you've already done enough helping for one day." I say, recalling the earlier fight.

"He hurt you..." He mutters, his voice wandering. His eyes move up to my busted lip, and he shakes his head.

"Like I said, I had it under control."

"Clearly." He replies, setting his hands on the top of the table, interlocking his fingers. "I'm Grayson, by the way, thanks for asking."

"I didn't." I pull a cigarette from my back pocket, along with a lighter, and I place the cancer stick between my lips, lighting it up. Taking a drag off of it, I look up, but the boy is gone.