Once More?

Chapter 2

"Crap!" I mutter as I saw he was faster than I first anticipated, I have to think of a smart idea and fast because surly I can't keep up this pace.

My legs felt like the muscle in them were on fire an I was so light headed that I had to put more effort into keeping a steady gaze.

So running was out of the question. Think brain, think! You didn't help with my school exams either, your proving to be as helpful as tits on a bull.

I kept running at an unsteady pase as I turned the corner of the street. This street had a more narrow street than before as it had a red brick town houses either side, there were about nine cars down the lane but the gang boy was too close behind to hide behind one.

Then a thought popped into my head...  

All I had to was find people and I was sure they would help me against this deranged boy.

I must have been lost in my own mind or just chose to ignore him, but suddenly heard him shouting telling me to "Just give up, you can't out run me!" And swearing at me.

I said nothing back to him, but that wasn't exactly by choice, I don't think I could usher one word without panting so I kept quite.

I silently hoped he would continue his rant, just to get the attention of the people in the houses.

If I had enough time to, I would stop and knock on their door for help but I wouldn't have enough time for their response.

"Just keep running" I silently prompted myself as I turned the corner but I noticed that it was silent around me, no shouting or swearing or heavy footsteps.

My breath hitched up a notch, I think I preferred him when I could see him. At least that way I could see what his next move was.

Just as I was about to turn around, arms wrapped around my waist, squeezing me. To say I didn't go easy would have been an understatement.

I kicked and wiggled, thrashed about in his arms while shouting at the top of my lungs.

"Help! Help!" I screeched while trying to kick him where the sun don't shine but could only get a clear shout of his knee and feet.

He had my arms trapped beneath his so I couldn't do what I done earlier.

He started to cover mr mouth with his hand and started dragging me backwards where we came from.

He has one arm wrapped around my stomach while the other over my mouth and true in vain to shut me up.

"What are you doing?!", Growled a deep unfamiliar voice from behind the boy who was dragging me.

I felt a shiver run up and down my spine at the sound of it. The voice sounded deep and pissed off that the boy who was manhandling me stiffened but still kept a hold of me.

The boy wheeled around to face the pissed of person while using me as a shield. I slightly gasped from shock and awe of this boy, he was striking handsome but yet dangerous looking. He had dark brown hair that fell down on his face.

One lock of his hair fell on his face but he pushed it away impatiently. His eyes were a warm chocolate brown and had a strong jaw line and sharp cheekbones.

He was toned by the looks of it, but then again it just could have been the badly lit street lighting. He towered over me and the boy, he had to be over six feet by a few inches.

His shoulders were broad and his arms were toned, either this guy worked out or was naturally blessed. If looks could kill, the boy( who still had a tight hold on me) would be dead.

"I asked 'what are you doing?!" He growled. His voice was so threatening that he didn't even need to raise his voice to get his voice across.

"Hey Chris, what ya doin' this part of town?", said the boy while trying to hide the nerves from his voice, but seemingly failing.

"You'd better not make me say it again, I'm telling you as calmly as possibly", sneered Chris while keeping eye contact with the boy who's arm tightened around my stomach.

The boy took a step back with me still in his grip but soon thought different when Chris took a threatening step forward as we'll.

"Hey man, it's cool... She's ... she's a friend, it's just a game we play. It's been going for years now, were friends since kids", the boys says while stuttering over his lie.

"You really don't have any common sense, do you?", Chris said dryly while stepping forward but before he could do anything I was pushed into Casey's chest. His hands caught my waist to steady me.

"Fine you want that slut, she's not that hot any ways!", the boy shouts behind him as he runs as fast as he can before Casey gets the chance to catch up to him.

"Pussy", Chris mutterers under his breath.

I then notice I'm still standing in Chris's chest with his hands placed on my waist. My stomach feels full of butterfly's from the close contact. I feel my face flush of embarrassment and break awkwardly out of his hold.

As I take a step away, it feels cold and miss his embrace even if it was just to steady me.

Just as I was about to thank him for his help he cuts across me.

"What are you doing out in this part of the neighbourhood... alone... at night? Have you a death wish death wish?!", he turns on me with the same tone as before but with a his face just not as cold.

So he's not any where close to a gentleman.... He's a jackass!