The outcrowd

Chapter 3

"You know what time it is?!" Yelled a furious voice that shook me awake. "It's 5 in the morning!" The furious voice was Derrick. "Aren't you gonna say something?!" He yelled again. Derrick sounded really angry. "Do you know how worried we were?!"

Clyde woke up from all the noise. "What's goin' on here?" He asked.

"You can just shut up and get lost!" Derrick yelled. Clyde knew better than to argue with Derrick so he just left. Then Derrick spoke in an oddly calm voice, "You have to come home this instant."

I really wanted to go home but I found myself saying "No."

Derrick's voice hit a dangerous pitch. "Flex, we can easily go home and settle this." I considered it but I knew that it won't be settled forever. Derrick and I will never get along. we're just too different.

"I know this will never be settled!" I yelled. And then I took off running. I didn't know where I was going but I knew that I was not staying there for another second. I ran down the alleyway, hearing Derrick yelling at me to stay. But I ignored him. I kept on running, down the road, past the streetlamps, just somewhere faraway from all the troubles of home. I kept on running.

The dark of the morning turned into a light blue sky. I heard the town bell strike 9am and I knew I had been running for a while. I decided to slow down, and I tried to figure out where to go. It was a Sunday so I figured that most places would be closed. I was now walking, and I was paying close attention to who was on the streets. No way was I gonna be seen by a high classer.

I could see an old lady walking her dog. And a couple of schoolgirls. There wasn't much to see. I walked along the streets some more, and I saw a fairly pretty girl holding a bunch of shopping bags. Gosh, she was pretty. Dark locks of wavy hair and a mysterious smile; dammit, I always fell for blondies but this brunette really does look nice. She was walking along with the shopping bags and she was so loaded up with those bags that she didn't see the loose brick on the pavement. After answering a phone call she started to rush. She power-walked across the street and tripped right over the brick. I found myself running towards her and picking up her shopping bags. She smiled gratefully at me and said, "Wow. You're really helpful for a stakeout." Stakeout. That word. It makes me feel like people only see me as a stakeout and nobody else. It's like just because I'm a stakeout I'm not expected to help pretty ladies on the street. She must've seen how I felt being called a stakeout so she admitted something. "You know, even I hate being recognised as a high classer all the time. It's like a lousy social division that people think defines us."

This girl was smart. "It's not 'like' a lousy social division." I started, "It 'is' a lousy social division."

"That's true." She said, with her eyes sparkling, "What's your name?"

I always get embarrassed when people ask for my name for the first time. My parents were the kind of people who want unique names and believe in the saying 'no two snowflakes can be the same'.

"Flex Adler." I replied. "What's your name?"

"Eleanor Gillard." She said, "Just call me Elle." Wow, she's a rebel, I thought.

"Flex, I like your name. It's like..." she started, then a voice belonging to a high classer spoke up, "hey whatcha doin' hanging round with our kind?" He said, "go get a broad who's trashy like you!"

I felt myself getting hot. "We ain't trash." I said. "And besides, I didn't know that garbage could talk!"

"Are you tryna tell us somethin'?" The high classer said, "Well try again."

"Sure." I shot back, "Want me to spell it out for you?"

The high classer said, "Why do ya have to talk so stupid?"

"I have to, that's the only way you would understand." I said straight on beat. The high classer scowled and said in a thick, sly voice, "Gimme back milady, or else..." And then I recognised that voice... It was the same thick voice that the high classer used while threatening me with a knife. I hadn't had a proper look at him then, but I noticed he had blond hair, blue eyes with a sus look in it and an ear piercing in his right ear with a diamond stud earring. It gleamed in the sunlight. His sly smile gleamed too. "Well... I guess it's TRY TIME!" He said loudly and he produced the same blade he threatened me with a couple of nights ago. He stepped towards me. Elle grabbed the high classer's arm. "Don't do it Dexter! Please don't do it!"

"Elle, I have to. It's clear this stakeout is conspiring against you." Dexter emphasised on stakeout.

"Conspiring?! Look who's talking! The same person who pulls a blade on me on a Friday night!" I shot back. Elle turned white at the word 'blade'.

"Dexter, did you really pull a blade on Flex?" She said slightly disoriented, "I thought that we a little discussion about this jumping people."

I could tell their 'little discussion' had been a full blown fight.

"Who do you pick, Elle? Me, your adoring, hunky beach boy of a boyfriend, or this, dirty street bag scum stakeout?"

"We aren't dirty like that! If we were, then gosh, I don't know what you would be." I said, as the words he described us stakeouts hit me hard.

"Listen up, Dexter. I pick Flex. Don't call him a stakeout and don't ever use those kinda words again. If you do, I swear, this relationship will be over."

Wow, I thought in awe, she's picking a guy she's just met, a stakeout, over her 'beach boy hunk'.

I'm a stakeout, and I've never felt so hot before!

Chapter 4:

In a rage, Dexter had left, and it was only me and Elle. There was some sort of a silence, and then, "I am so sorry about Dexter, seriously, If I had it my way, this lousy social division wouldn't be a thing."

I felt bad for Elle, she was a sensible girl, it wasn't fair for her to experience this. I wanted to say something, but I was lost on words.

Finally I thought of something to say; "don't be sorry for something that was completely out of your control."

"Thankyou Flex, you really are the best."

That's when I blushed and she blushed as well. All this blushing and silence really couldn't go on for longer. The next time our silence was interrupted was by a shrill ring on Elle's cellphone. "This stupid cellphone is so annoying." She murmured, putting the receiver to her ear. Well, she was lucky enough to even have a cellphone, I thought, I think I already mentioned; we can't afford what high classers can.

She groaned and said, "I've gotta go now." Then she said again, "I have an idea! Can I have your home phone number?"

I burned up a little and muttered, "I won't be going back home."

Her face quickly melted into concern, "why not?"

I said something short about that night I went to the party.

Elle still was concerned. I really don't know how girls can manage to be so worried when they don't even know what the problem is. Maybe it's a woman thing. I like it.

"Elle, I'll call your phone number as soon as I can, but I'll be fine, promise."

"Okay Flex. Just call me if anything comes down, I'll be happy to help."

"Thanks Elle, Hopefully I won't be gone for long."

A/N: so this chapter was really short, and definetely not my best. But I hope you'd continue reading 'cause most of my chapters are pretty long, it's just this one that is all awkward(lol). Anyways, thx for reading all the way up to part 3!