"Do I scare you?" he whispered, his breath tickling across my cheeks. "No." I answered, simply, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. "Wrong answer..."
Who would find a interest in some guys in hoodies formed like a gang in the the street in the middle of the night and oh wa--
O fudge call the police
Anyone else wonder how he knew where she lived, or is it just me?
Nice start! You have pretty good descriptions, and it left me wanting to know what was going to happen next. Good job!
I had to read that my freshman year of high school... I got a headache. I'm sure I may like reading it for my own pleasure though. Maybe...