Part of me ~Editing What I Have~

Chapter 2: Part of me

Part of mer

Chapter 2

I got his voicemail "SHIT!" I said banging my fist in the wall. Well I figured I wouldn't get through mostly because he probly gave me a fake number. But just in case I decided to text him.

Call me back ok? We need to talk.

I hit send before I could relize how weird that sounded it was almost like he was my boyfriend and I need to "talk to him" how cliche. Well it's to late know. Whatever I dont care.

***

I woke up the next morning with a zillion voice mails.

"Urg Delaney." She allways called me like every five seconds.

As I turned on my phone I relized I had 73 missed calls "Wow new record." I said rolliing my eyes at my phone. As soon as I checked who was calling me I was suprised to find it wasn't Delaney but the number I reconized it was the bottle dude.

My phone started to ring annoyingly as I looked at the screen it was sure enough the bottle dude.

Wow OCD much? I rolled my eyes I answerd the call.

"Hello?" I asked quizzicly wondering if it was the right number.

"The coffee shop one hour be there or else."

He hung up.

Was he trieng to... THRETAN ME?!? Ha after I knocked him out last night yah right.

Whatever I'll go anyway its not like he could take me anyway.

***

I eneterd the coffee shop and I couldn't see the bottle dude anywhere so I grabed a seat at the far left table where there were no windows so no one from the outside coculd see in on our conversation.

I winced as I heard the shrill tone of the door as it opened.I glanced to the door and saw the bottle man walk into the coffee shop. I glanced up to his eyes noticing the black eye he had gotten from me.

"Over here." I said smirking at him.

He walked over to the table taking the seat accross from me. For the first time I relized how tall he was, he was probably around 6 feet tall with the blond mop of hair on the top of his head.

I almost broke out in a lagh of emusment. The 6 foot body builder dude got beat up by a 17 year old girl! What a wuss!

He started shaking his hand in front of my face apperntly I was staring off into space this whole time.

"Hello?" He asked his voice huskey.

"Oh ummm sorry..." i said blushing a bit. I reached my hand out to him "The names Amy."

"James" he said taking my hand. He purposly shook it to hard to try to show off his strengh or whatever.

Ha I wasn't even five minuets within meeting this guy and he was allready some self-sentered, ego maniac player.

"What can I get for you today?" The waitress asked James and I.

"I'll get the sausage breakfast sandwich with a frozen hot chocolate please."

"If it's frozen how is it a 'hot chocolate'?" James mocked me.

"Why not ask your mom I'm sure she can help you on that one." I winced just after I heard what I said. It was probably the WORST yo moma joke EVER!

He just gave me a little smirk.

"Stop that before I slap that smirk right off your face." Ok I had to pratice my comebacks.

"What can I get you sir." She said to James completly ignoring me.

"Your number." He replied smoothly.

Yep. Deffinatly a player.

But who was I to complain. Lets just say I've become a regular to "the game"

"Anything else?" The waitress said with a goofy grin on her face.

"Yah the same as the lady." He said nodding his head towards me.

"I have a name you know."

"Whatever. The first couple minuets I saw you I thought you were a dude anyway."

"How could you think that?"

James looked around making sure no one was aroind to hear us "The way you fought," he said with almost a glance of admiration? "I've never seen a anyone knock me out in just two hits. Let alone a girl." He scoffed at the last word.

"Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't fight you know?" What an arogint little bastard, I'm sure I could beat the shit out of him anyday.

"Yah sure," he said with so much sarcasum I think his tounge will pop out! "Where would a pretty lil' thing like you learn to fight anyway? In farie land?"

Thats it he croosed the line with 'farie land' hes gonna get it know. "Just to let you know I am one of the most respected on the streets so lay off shoe scum."

"Ha your the one to talk. I'm a gang leader."

"Of what gang? The prissy bro-nies club?"

"Nope. The bloodsuckers." He said with a smile. Ha to think i'll be impressed by that stupid ass poser gang! I bet you it was full of bro-nies ( dudes that love my little ponies) The coolest thing that they've ever done was set a stupid little playground on fire.

So lame.

"What gang are you in? The princess Kingdom of flying ponies?"

"The Fight Train." I said glaring at him with a snarl.

My gang the Fight Train was the most known, most feared, most respected, in all of New York.

And I was the leader bitches.

***

Authors note: Second chappie yay! :D

I was all like hmmm should I make a second chappie and then I was all like yea I should. I kinda got addicted to writing a bad ass novel about a girl that kicks ass.

There's not enough books out there that involve girls kicking boys ass's so I dicided to make one!

Quote of the day: "Hello? Operator? Yah whats the number for 911?"

~Homer Simpson

This chapter is dediated to: me X3 only cuz its my birthday 2 day :)

And Vommetan! ( vote, comment, fan)