"Chase, can I talk to you for a second?" I ask nervously. He smiles at me and nods, so I lead him to an old picnic table, and we sit down.
"What's up?" he asks cheerfully. I pull the small pill from my pocket and hold it out for him to examine.
"Can you tell me what this is?" I ask as I lay the pill in his open palm. He rolls it around then picks it up between two fingers.
"I'm not su—"
"—It's rohypnol," Janice pops in. She blows on her outgrown bangs that cover her almond shaped eyes as she plops right next to us. Chase sets the pill back down in my palm. I search my brain, trying to remember what rohypnol was. I had seen many drug seminars, but I couldn't remember them very well.
"What's it used for?" I ask, feeling like an idiot. They both chuckle.
"You should know this— it's the date rape drug. It makes you lose your memory," Janice says matter-of-factly. Everything around me halts as my head begins spinning. Why would Ryan have rohypnol? Who was he drugging to forget things? You know, there was something about my weird dreams... No... There was no way Ryan was drugging me to forget things, he would never do that.
"You know, Scarlett, if you're planning on raping me, you don't need the drug. I'll go easy," Chase snaps me back to reality. Janice smacks his arm, and I ignore his snide remark. So many thoughts keep flooding into my head.
"Earth to Scarlett!" he yells as he waves his hand in front of my face.
"What?" I hiss. I turn to glare at him, and he simply shrugs.
"Nothing, you just keep spacing out," he says, easily, as he leans back. That's what's nice about Chase, he doesn't hold grudges, and he rarely ever gets angry over anything.
"Sorry, I— I have to go," saying so as I sling my backpack over my shoulder.
"It's the middle of the day, though," Janice points out. I shrug and get up from the picnic bench.
"Hold up. You can't just leave!" Chase shouts. I turn around to find him standing right behind me.
"Yea, I can. Make something up," I say as I leave my two friends behind.
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The sky has darkened by the time I reach my street. Fingers crossed that it won't rain again. I'm already sick of rain. My stomach growls as I walk past a corndog vendor. I turn back in slight ignominy and hand the old, dirty man a five-dollar bill. He serves me a greasy, unhealthy corndog in which I return to him a good ol' botox smile. If my mom was here, she would be shrieking at me for ordering something so unhealthy.
I begin to turn around, but I smack into something hard. I look up and my heart flutters as I lock eyes with Kale. "Geez, are you stalking me?"
"You would like that," he states. Kale reaches around me, hands a bill to the vendor, and grabs a corndog. As he moves swiftly, I catch the sweet scent of alpines radiating off his body. My god, I'm way too easy.
I turn and begin to walk down the street, secretly hoping he would follow. To my luck, he does. Kale catches up to me quickly. The moment we are walking side by side is when I now realize how tall he is. I was never a tall person, but I wasn't short either. Pretty average, like the rest of me. But Kale, he towers a good two feet over me; plus, his good physique, ranking him on the gorgeously dashing end of the spectrum.
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Merciless Angel
FantasíaScarlett and her mother have been moving all across the United States and Canada since she could remember. Her mother is finally settled down with this Frank guy, but she isn't too fond of him. Luckily, her older brother, Ryan, takes her in. Scarlet...
