The Balcony Diaries

| Chapter Three |

Just for the record, in this story it's American football, not soccor or AFL- just before anyone gets confused in the future.

The name of this chapter is ; This guy has my book hostage! (You'll know why soon)

| Violet-May |

Honestly I believe there is nothing better than being warm and comfy, snuggled beneath the black and white covers of your bed feeling well rested and relaxed.

That's how I was feeling right now. I was so absolutely exhausted from the first day back at school that I'd jumped at the chance to dive into my bed early and sleep for as long as possible.

And at that point, I was successfully completing my sleeping mission until I heard bumps and thumps in the room around me.

When I opened my eyes and rolled over slowly I was sure that it was someone thieving through my things or a teenage mass murderer coming to get revenge on me for getting them a detention at school or something.. but I was wrong, horribly, horribly wrong.

Inside my room was 2 teenage guys, one of them being Oscar Quinn.

"Holy Shit!!" I shouted making both the dark, shadowed figured jump. I couldn't exactly see who the second person was but it was inevitably one of the idiots from school- and they were in my room.

"Fuck!" One of them muttered as they scrambled to the sliding glass door. I sat up and looked around my room for something to grab incase I needed to defend myself- but of course- there was nothing worth using. I scrambled to my feet and rushed out the door, my bare feet hitting the cold concrete of the balcony. The night air was freezing cold against my slightly exposed stomach.

"I swear to god I'm going to push you off this fucking balcony!" I screamed, turning and watching as they boys clambered over the metal divided between my balcony and Oscar's.

I knew he was bad news from the moment I laid eyes on him.

There was a third boy waiting on the balcony, this one was laughing so loud that it only made me more furious. How did he already have friends over and why did they want to break into my bedroom?! How did they break into my bedroom?! I locked the door.. I think?

"What the actual fuck!" I shouted at them as they finally turned around and saw me.

"Hey bookworm" Oscar laughed, glancing at my pyjamas "That's a nice set of pjs you have there!"

"Shut up! Why the- how? I u-uh what did you take?!"

I couldn't think straight. This was a bad situation that I didn't think would ever happen to me.

Oscars two friends laughed as they saw me in my pyjamas but that was the last of my worries. The one closest to Oscar had scruffy, dirty blonde hair and a shiny, silver lip piercing- as well as dark, chocolate brown eyes. I recognised him instantly as Ryder Malik- school basketball champion. He was known as the guy that had always been gifted on the basketball court. He'd always receive positions on the top teams and was had more medals and trophies than one person could count.

The other guy- Will Madden- stood behind the two boys, towering above them with his football built body. He was in a few of my classes at school but I'd never spoken to him before; his menacing stare was always a little too intimidating for a short, shy girl like myself.

"So Bookworm, fancy seeing you out here on the balcony?" Oscar joked, laughing because he really thought he was funny. This guy was bad news.

"How the actual fuck did you break into my bedroom and what did you take?!" I shouted at them, walking straight up to the metal divider.