The Race To Get You - Freddy x Bonnie

Chapter 13 - Thats Mine

Bonnie's P.O.V

Chica had finally finished the pizza and cooling it down by leaving it on the side. The last time she left it by the window some 'unknown source' had taken it. She was waving a tea cloth over it, as if she was in a rush? She had quickly got the pizza apon the plate and sliced it, slicing was one of her 'special skills'.

"HEY BONNIE! TAKE THIS OUT TO THE OTHERS!", She screeched.
"Uhh...sure...?", I flinched, she seemed excited, for some reason, this scared me. I picked it up and walked into the room while she was holding another pizza. I put the pizza down on the table and looked up.

I tensed up, I saw Freddy sitting there with that god awful Kentucky Fried Stripper dancing all over him. Not surprisingly she wore less than before, I simple tank top and glowing pink thongs. This was horrible, the worse, he seemed to enjoy it. I gave a little cough to show my existance. Neither of them looked. Well, rude much? I could tell Chi knew by her butt movement, its practicality how she speaks. What the hell did she have that I didn't?! Oh yeah, curves, tits and a extra hole. I watched as she put her leg up on to the side of the chair and done a little shake around him. The bitch, I told myself I wasn't jealous but...I was. Suddenly she glomped on to his mouth like a viper. I couldn't handle it, suddenly my arm grabbed her and flung her off him, without anything else I came down on him like a tone of bricks. I whacked up upon his lips, twisting his locks while doing so. All of a sudden I realised what I had done and got off him. I peered at him for a split second before getting up and sprinting out side.

I was on the verge of tears, I rested on the wall outside when then I heard footsteps, he was coming. I quickly ran off, I forgot about the car and how far I need to walk, I just didn't want to confront him. It was stupid, idiotic, foolish, brainless and...The best kiss in my entire life.

Once I had reached a distance where I could no longer see the house I slowed down and began to walk home. I searched in my pockets for cigarettes and a lighter, I didn't smoke much but sometimes I needed the break. I took out one and put it in my mouth and lit it. I looked around, I think I remember coming through here. I puffed out smoke and watched it dance on the wind, eventually it faded and it just reminded me of myself. I needed to get a grip, I'm not interested in any guys anyway. Not that I thought...besides its wrong, from what I remember of my childhood, my mother would be constantly pissed at my father. They always argued over the drugs, my mother would take my fathers since she would use hers in an hour. Me and mum would normally get along, she always had my humour. On the drugs she was different, she was always drowsy and dopey. My dad though, he was a real homophobe. He was a dealer, well started off...

Suddenly I seen a light behind me, it must of been Freddy in the car, I still hadnt built up the courage to tell him. I ran off, as I ran off I heard distant clicking behind me, luckily I had longer legs, I ran as fast as I could. I heard something drop but I found it too dangerous to look around. I had looked at my hand, my smokes and lighter. It mustn't of been so important.