chapter one

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Indigo sat in the back of her brother, Kevin Pickford's, car. A smiled set on the girls face as his girlfriend, Michelle, braided a section of her hair.

"Alright Blue." Kev said parking his car. Indigo sighed when she saw they were parked at the junior high. "Do I have to go back?" She asked. "Yeah does she have to?" Michelle loved Indigo like her own sister.

"Sorry baby sister." He told her. "If we wanna pull off this party tonight can't make mom and dad upset and I already took you for lunch."

Indigo wanted to complain but he was right. "Fine, see you later." Kev and Michelle each gave her a kiss on her head before she left.

"Bye Baby Blue." Michelle smiled, using a  nickname she gave the girl. Indigo hated it but she loved Michelle so she didn't say anything.

The girl made her way into the school as the bell for their final class rang. She cursed silently, hoping her parents wouldn't find out she was late to class.

"Ms. Pickford, you're late." Her teacher said as she walked into the room, all eyes falling on her. "Sorry I-" She started but he cut her off. "I know you were with your brother, I don't want any excuses."

She rolled her eyes walking to her seat. She sat in the middle back of the classroom, drawing in a sketch book Michelle gave her.

Indigo didn't really have any friends in school. She spent a majority of her time with her brother and his friends. So she never really got around the making friends her own age.

"Okay you freshman fucks, listen up!" A voice said through an intercom outside. "It's your lucky day." Indigo knew the voice of Benny.

All of the boys tuned in, nervous. One with long brown hair peaked through the blinds, she recognized him. "Usually you spend your freshman summer getting your asses busted...and running for your worthless little lives."

"But this year, because we feel so sorry for you, we're gonna take it easy on you and save us a lot of time." Indigo shook her head as boys cheered, it was obviously bullshit.

"So if you meet us here, right here, after school today, you'll only get one lick from each of us." He said, referring to the paddling.

"But you run like cowards, well, it's open season all summer long boys." The voice paused. "Oh yeah, Mitch Kramer?" The boy who was looking quickly leaned back into his seat.

Indigo finally remembered, she new his older sister Jodi. She was friends with Pink Floyd who was around their house a lot.

"Mitchie, Mitchie, Mitchie, Mitchie." He taunted. "We're looking for you pal." Indigo snickered, earning a glare from the boy. "You'e ass will be purple before the day is over."

With that the truck roared away from the school. "Better get out of town, go spend the summer with your grandparents or something." A blonde boy said.

"Hey man, you gonna show up to our game tonight?" Another asked. "I'm pitching, I kinda have too." Mitch frowned.

"Why aren't they after anybody else?" He asked. "You're sister definitely said something." Indigo spoke up. All the boys looked to her. "You know my sister?"

Indigo nodded closing her sketch book. "Yeah, she knows my brother." She explained. "She probably asked them to go easy on you."

"Oh, of course she would." Mitch whined putting his head in his hands. Indigo chuckled. "Watch out, I hear O'bannion got held back."

All of their eyes went wide with shock. "You're dead man." One of his friends told him. 

"If you'e gonna run don't make it obvious." Indigo started. "They know what you look like." She told them. "How, I don't know any seniors?" Mitch questioned. 

"Well that was Benny and I know he's been to your house." Mitch scrunched up his face confused. "I never saw him."

The girl chuckled. "You weren't home dumbass." He fake gagged. "How do you know?" He asked. "Jodi told me when she was at my house."

"So you really know all them well?" One of his friends asked. She nodded, confused where he was going this.

He started whispering to Mitch and they're other friend. "How would you like to hang out with us this summer?" Indigo rolled her eyes, knowing they wanted to use her.

"Okay, look. I know it seems like we just want to use the fact that you know them. But you're actually pretty cool." The curly haired one said. "And you don't really have any of your own friends."

Mitch smacked the blonde. Indigo chuckled a little, it wouldn't hurt to have to have some of her own friends. "Sure."

"Cool, I'm Mitch, that's Carl, and that's Tommy." Mitch told her. "I'm Indigo." The girl smiled.

A boy ran to the door, waving a set of keys. "Pentico's got his brothers car." Carl said excited. "Let's go."

"I'm not going alone." Mitch said, glancing at their teacher. "Don't be a pussy." Indigo grabbed the boys hand, pulling him to the teacher. 

"Hey, Mr Payne." Indigo smiled at the man. He sighed turning to her. "Yes Indigo?" She looked to Mitch, when she realized she was still holding his hand.

She quickly dropped it, trying not to blush. But you could easily see the one on his cheeks.

"Every second that you could let us out early, would really increase our chances of survival." Mitch told the man, hoping Indigo didn't notice his blush.

The older man sighed.  "It's like our sergeant told us before one trip into the jungle." He started. "Men!" He shouted, making the pair jump.

"Fifty of you are leavin' on a mission. Twenty-five of ya ain't comin' back." Mitch and Indigo shared a look of wide eyes. "Okay." Mitch said. "Thanks." Indigo mumbled as they sat back down.

"That went well." She told the boys. "Looks we're gonna have to run." Carl muttered. "Indigo, wanna come with?" Mitch asked the girl.

She sighed. "Sorry, my brothers picking me up." They frowned, all wanting to spend time with the girl. "But maybe you guys can come to our party tonight." She offered.

"As in the seniors end of school party?" Carl asked. "Well technically, but it'll be more then just them."

 "We have a game tonight." Tommy reminded the boys and the groaned. "What time?" Indigo asked. "Seven." She smiled. "I'll just come to your game and we can go to the party after."

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