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CHAPTER FIVE

ALISTAIR

I let out a shaky breath as I stared at the sight before me. I had never thought that he would- you know, be one of those! I mean, sure, his skin covered in a thin layer of sweat while he was wearing that was kinda attractive, but I wasn't into guys.

"What are you wearing? Should I even ask?" I looked at him, my eyebrow raised.

     "It's not what it looks like!" He exclaimed, trying to cover his body, failing miserably.

     "Really? Okay then. Explain to me why you are dressed like that standing in a dark alley!" My eyes were bugging out of my face as I said this.

    "Okay, I'm telling you the truth, I-"

     Wait! This probably make zilch sense to you, am I right? You must have no idea what I'm talking about... Let's back it up a little, shall we?

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     I practically skipped home that day. I felt so gleeful for standing up for myself, but skipping is kinda gay, so. I mean, sure, I'm the star quarterback and all, and I don't usually get messed with, but when someone decides to act like a b*tch, I'll give it to them.

     My knuckles were still swollen as I slid into my car, a new shiny red Mercedes-Benz SL-Class. The black leather seats were hot to the touch and I was glad I was wearing long pants today. It was still August, meaning that I could still drive my baby around. Once winter came, there was no way in h*ll I'd be caught in one of these, the big downside of this beauty is that this f*cking car doesn't have a roof.

    I revved up the engine, kinda in the mood for just going for a long drive. No place in particular. So I turned down fifth street, heading downtown. There was an old rundown bridge up there, and under was a shallow creek. Although the bridge was barely standing, I liked to just sit up on it and think. Sometimes I would skip rocks, sometimes I would sit on the edge, swinging my legs back and forth like a child, and sometimes I would just leaning against the rusting poles that's green paint was peeling and question life itself. Wow, now I sound like a suicidal twerp.

As I drove through what everyone at school called 'poor place' since it's where everyone who wasn't as privileged as others lived. I used to live here, but nobody remembers that. I used to be weak and poor, but that was a different me. I used to wear clothes too big or too small that were always smudged and dirt, but no one recalls that person being me. When I was taken in by the Kings, I became a completely new person. Shaking away thoughts of my past, I turned off into an old dirt road. It was twisty and curvy, making most people carsick. But the view and peace were worth it.

    As I pulled out to the small clearing where the old bridge stood, a deep sigh resonated in my chest. I parked quickly, stuffing my hands and keys in my pockets as I strode to the bridge. It creaked a bit as I stepped onto it, but I knew it would hold.

     I plopped down on the edge, my feet dangling about five feet above the water. My mind calmed as I took in my peaceful surroundings.

A small smile found its way onto my face as I saw a fawn and it's mother approach the stream. The mother dipped her head in, taking a long sip. Her off-spring did the same, mirroring her actions. I twisted my hips slightly, trying to get a better view of the two.

The bridge made a loud croaking noise, causing the mother deer's head to shoot up. It's muscles tensed as it caught sight of me, a whinnying sort of noise coming from it. It took off, it's baby close at it's heels.

I quickly stood up to see them as they ran away, their tails high in the air. I let out a deep breath, leaning against one of the poles. The bridge groaned and I jumped back, my feet going straight through the rotten wood. I yelped as I tumbled into the creek.

My cheek scraped across a rock and my knee collided into one of the pillars holding up the bridge. I let out a cry as the water rushed over me, the current pushing me over rocks. I pushed myself up, but I fell backwards again.

Finally I pulled myself out of the creek that really only reached mid thigh on me. I limped to my car, shivering and soaked.

My hand reached into my pocket to pull out my keys when I froze. My pocket was empty. My hands frantically searched my other pocket and the one that I already knew was empty. A string of curses left my lips as I eyed the trail back into town. It was already around six, and it was going to take me forever to get home, especially since I was aching everyone and chilled to the bone.

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I was beat. It was around 2 in the morning and my phone died before I could contact anyone. I had wandered into a diner earlier and begged for them to let me borrow their phone, but it didn't work. So here I was now. Stalking the streets until someone came and raped/killed me. Fun.

Just as I was about to give up and ask to share a bench with a homeless guy, my breathing caught. It was him. He rounded the corner and froze as his eyes met with mine.

"J-Julius? Is that you?" I questioned, the shock obvious in my voice.

"Yeah-uh, ummm..." He chewed the inside of his cheek nervously.

"What are you wearing? Should I even ask?" I looked at him, my eyebrow raised.

     "It's not what it looks like!" He exclaimed, trying to cover his body, failing miserably.

     "Really? Okay then. Explain to me why you are dressed like that standing in a dark alley!" My eyes were bugging out of my face as I said this.

"Okay, I admit this is bad! I have an explanation, but it's pretty long... Do you need a ride? You can stay at my house," He offered nervously.

"Uh, yeah, actually. But you better tell me what's happening! You can't just do this sh*t, Julius!" He grunted, but I followed him to his oldish truck. He climbed in the drivers seat while I headed to the passengers side. This story of his better be good...

$$OKAY OKAY! I UPDATED LATE! But has it really been that long? I'm sorry. I had writers block... MY IMAGINATION JUICES ARE ON LOW FUEL, GUYS! And yeah, I know you wanted Alistair to see Jonny boy as a stripper, but ah well. Anyway, thanks for all the support and lovin! I love you guys too!$$

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