The Rebel

Chpt. 2

There were people all around me, shoving, talking on phones, cursing, calling for taxis. It's pretty odd the first time you walk down a NY sidewalk. Did they see a 5"5, blue, purple, and black haired, grey eyed, sixteen year old girl with headphones in her ears and a grey beanie on her head, wearing scuffed, dirty, standard army issue combat boots, a black Metallica logo shirt with a hole in the collar, camo cargo pants, and an old leather jacket walking the streets of New York carying an army issue backpack, a messanger bag with a marines logo on it, and an overstuffed olive drab duffel bag in the middle of winter and freezing her ass off? No. They saw another obsticle in their way of getting from point A to point B.

*1 hour later*

'Well, sh*t. I have no clue how to get Nate's appartment.' I thought as I sat in some place called *"Gray's Pappaya" at 2090 Broadway and 72nd street* eating a Recession Special (2 frankenfurters[hot dogs] and a 14 oz drink... $4.45 *A.N. actual restraunt, and actual price*). I started to rummage through my marines bag to try and find my notebook, which had Nathan's number and address, along with endless sketches of random ass shit. After five miniutes of this, accompanied by endless mutterings of curses, some random guy across the room started to laugh. I snapped my head in his direction only to see that my notebook was on the table in front of him. I gave him a look that would have had most street fighters pissing theirselves, scared, got up, walked over, and said, "Why the fuck do you have my notebook, you incompitant, cocky, ass?". I picked it up, walked back to my table, downed the rest of my drink, picked up my stuff, and got the hell out of there.

After 28 min. of searching, I finally found a payphone. I looked at the infamous notebook, and checked the number then dialed. Now, I'm fairly certian that you know how a phone works, so.. 

*Hello?* said a groggy voice that I knew to be Nate's.

"Hey bitch. I can't find your mother fucking apatrment."

*What are the cross streets?*

I sighed, and looked at the street sign then replied, "West 79th street and Broadway"

*YOU'RE IN MANHATTAN, AT 1 AM, ALONE, WALKING!?!?!*

"Yeah? What of it?"

*That's 12 and a half fucking miles away! I'm coming to get you. Just stay there. Or I swear I'll.... well I don't know what I'd do, but it wouldn't be good.*

And with that empty threat, Natey boy hung up on me.

35 min. later, Nathan pulls up in his restored vintage rolls royce hearse with royal purple interior that he promised to give me when I turn 18. I got up and glared at him. "You fucking ass. It's fucking cold out here. What took you so long?" Nate grumbled and said, "I had to get dressed. Plus traffic. Now throw your shit in the back, and get the hell in already." I chuckled and replied, "Love you too." All I got in response was a grunt, and he drove away to what I was sure would be a "Man cave"...

Nate unlocked the front door, and held his hand out in the classic "after you" motion. I rolled my eyes and carefully stepped in. He turned on the light, and all I could do was gape at it for maybe 3 min. I finally snapped out of it, and said, increadibusly, "This is your appartment? It's CLEAN!" Nathan chuckled and said, "Yeah. Cody's my roommate..." "Cody?! WHERE IS HE! I MISSED HIM SO BAD!" Cody was my other best  friend who moved to NY just like Nate, only last year. Just to be clear, I'm 16 and from New Orleans, Louisianna, Cody's 19 and from London, England, and Nate's 22 in a month, and from Brooklyn, New York, New York. Just then Cody walked into the room and I prpbably got the biggest grin, then ran at him and hugged him, knocking him over. He chuckled, looked up at me, and said, "Interesting hair Skie..." I should have been offended, but I just smiled down at at him. He shoved me off of The fool smiled drowsily and said, "I came out here because I heard yelling, but I'm going back to sleep." And just like that, he went into his room, and I heard a muffled thump and snoring.

"Yeah... We should probably hit the sack too." Nate said. I chuckled, and replied, "Yeah, I'm beat." He led me through the appartment, to a room, and said, "This is your room. We expected you to arrive alot sooner than this, actually." It was my prefect room. Black, purple, grey, and blue were the only colors in the room. There was a black bunk bed with a black desk at the bottom, and a cobalt blue laptop on the desk. The curtians were black, and the closet doors and door to the room were grey. The soft shag carpet was black, the walls were royal purple , and the cealing was also cobalt blue. There were eight painted shelves (2 cobalt blue, 2 royal purple, 2 black, and 2 grey) for cds and records, and there was a record player on a table in the corner of the room and a stereo that played cds on the floor in the other corner. I turned to Nate to thank him, but he was already gone.

When I woke up the next morning to the smell of food cooking, I jumped out of bed, and ran for the location of the food, forgeting the door was closed in my groggy state, faceplanted into the door, and fell on my ass. Just at that moment, Cody decided to barge in. "OUCH! YOU ASSHOLE, THAT HURT!" Cody was just leaning against the doorframe, laughing, while I was holding my head, and muttering curses, all directed at Cody. Nate walked in and said, "Skie, get dressed and come to the living room. Cody, get your scrawny ass in the kitchen and clean up that mess." When we both just looked at him, he roared, "NOW!" and that sent us scrambling. When Nate gets mad, you run.

When we got to the kitchen I was shocked not only by the massive ammounts of bacon, pancakes, waffles, and eggs that sat on the kitchen table, steaming, but mainly by the flour, eggs, milk, butter, and bacon grease that covered the walls, floor and celing. I just stood there, gaping at the mess that Cody had managed to make.

When we were all siting in the living room an hour and a half later, Nate asked me,"Why did you run away?" I sighed and said, "Father killed Katie." Cody suddenly stood up, and said, "I knew he was going to kill her! She may have been your stepmother, but she was a opinionted bitch, and your dad hated that." Then Nate chimed In, "That is true, I never thought it would work out between them, but I didn't think that he'd kill her." I looked away and whispered, "Thats not all.." They both looked at me in silence until I said, "Jason jumped off of the Riverwalk. Right into the Mississippi. The current swept him away." Cody said "Shit, Skie. Why didnt you say something sooner!" and ran across the room and hugged me hard enough to kill me. "Cant. Breathe.", I wheezed out.