Catching Me (Being Edited) ✔

Hurts The Most (4)

       You can hear my footsteps on the concrete sidewalk as I walk with the raining hitting against my bare arms, clutching my bag against the side of my body. My eyes flicker over the streets, with Jace walking next to me. Once you peel back his layers, he isn't such a bad guy, and it turns out that he was just a more prevented version of the Jordan. Well, while I was dating him.

    He'd convinced me that I should at least try to talk to Jordan. Once school had ended and I'd watch my brother's football practice, since Jace was the quarterback but I think you could have guessed that, Jace told me we would walk to go to see Jordan as it was just a couple blocks over. He'd also told me he wasn't the same guy I'd seen, and that simple text message was a fraction into the boy he'd changed into.

    Jordan was now part of the stoners and spent most of his time skipping school, smoking, and drinking on street corners. He didn't seem to care about anything and was slowly fading into nothing with failing grades, creating a bad boy reputation, and making his way through every girl; he certainly wasn't the same boy I knew. Jace told me that during first period, and at lunch he pointed out some of Jordan's friends. It turns out this was just another day he'd skipped and for once, I was glad I didn't run into him.

    Jace didn't try to talk to me while we were walking and I was grateful for that. I could feel the tension between us, and I thought he tried a couple of times to ask me questions, but would cough to cover it up.

    We came to a rundown building and I saw that it had writing on every wall. Jace pushes open the metal door making it bang as it hit the wall. I hear cheering in the building, and I hear music echoing against every wall. The wheels of Stake Boards and bikes you could still hear through the commotion.

I look at Jace as he says, "Yeah this is the hang-out, the Stake Park. My dad owns it, but doesn't want it and so Jordan and his friends come here." He pushes me down the small hall and I pause once seeing the room fully light up. Jace tells me to wait against the wall and I nod my head. I hear his shoes on the floor before hearing the music suddenly stop and the chatter goes down immediately.

    The whole place is silent; I guess Jace doesn't get on with any of the people in this place. I hear Jace's footfall on the ground as he walks around the place, the skateboards still rolling on the floor, abandoned by their owners.

    "Cops are on their way, so if I was you I would get the fucking hell out of this fucking place," He shouts and his voice echoes in every direction. I hold my breath and I hear the low chatters of people and shuffle of feet. I would say around thirty people walk pass me; none pay any attention to me.

    "Bro not cool. You can't just come in here like you own the place." I could recognize Jordan's voice from anywhere. The only difference is it was a few notes lower and harder; also it had this husky tone to it which I gather is from smoking. He was hurting himself even more, all because of me.

    "Little brother, if you have forgotten, we do own the place." His eyes flicker to me, and he sends me a smile. I walk around the corner and come face to face with Jordan and three other people. Jordan doesn't look at me. The other three are a different story and they are practically raping me with their eyes. I didn't look at them for very long, my eyes drifting to Jordan. They all look like they belong to a heavy metal rock band with piercings, hair dye, and a whole load of black on each one of them.

    The one closer to me, the shortest, had a blue stripe going through his hair. His gaze made me the most uncomfortable and he didn't look as if he was blinking. In his hand was a bottle of beer and his eyes still held mine as he puts it to his lips.

    The one next to him had blond hair that spiked up in every direction, and every single spike had blue hair dye. His arms were covered in tattoos and he had piercings on his nose and a few on his eyebrows.