The Boy At The Skate Park - M.G.C -

New kid.

-CC's POV- 

Walking to the skate park, I take out a cigarette and light it, putting it to my lips. Yeah, I shouldn't be doing it, yeah it takes three days off of your life every time you smoke one, no I don't care. With my board in one hand, phone and cigarette in the other, I made my way into the grounds. 

"CC!" Dylan yells, running over to me. 

"Hey Dyl!" I smile.

"There's a new kid, druggie one." 

"Ugh!" I groan. "It took so long to get all of the stoners out of our park!" 

After hearing that, the lanky boy walks over. 

"Exs-fucking-cuse me! I'm not a stoner, more of a painter," He laughed, a can of spray paint in his left hand, a brown paper bag in the other. 

I roll my eyes at him. "Guessing you used that to dye your hair too." 

That statement clearly made him laugh. "No, no, I can afford hair dye, but your purple looks more pink!"

Oh yeah, I have purple streaks in my hair, which is mostly black.

I sigh and nod in agreement. "It does look more pink yeah, but if you don't shut up, I'll burn you." 

He sarcastically screams. "Ahhh, the little slut is going to burn me!" 

By this point Dylan is starting to walk away but he quickly comes back when I drop my board and start walking towards the red haired boy. 

"CC stop!" He calls.

"Yeah CC!" The boy mimics, only making me burn his arm quicker. 

"Holy fucking shit, C!" Dylan runs over and looks at the taller boy. 

"Control your fucking chick, Jesus Christ!" He yells, staring at the small circular burn on his wrist.

"I'm nobody's fucking chick," I smirk, grabbing my board and walking to the other side of the park. 

"Fucking whore," He mutters, going back to the grassy hill where his skateboard and a few more cans of spray paint are.

After around an hour, I've smoked all seven of my cigs that were left in the box and I'm leaving. As I walk to the gate, an unfamiliar hand grabs my wrist. I know who it was, almost everyone gone, since it's nearly nine at night. 

"What the fuck do you want, red head?" I say, turning around. 

"You're leaving because you ran out of cigarettes, yes?" 

I nod.

"I have a couple of boxes for you if you stay," He says. 

I groan and go to sit on the hill, him following behind me. He lays down beside me, handing me a half empty box of cigs. 

"Thanks," I mumble, lighting one and putting it to my lips. 

"I'm Michael by the way," He smiles up at me. 

"CC, but... Never mind," I mumble again, lying next to him. 

"What were you going to say?" Michael turns his head to face me. 

I turn to face him as well. 

"Oh, um, just my full name." 

"Well what is your full name?"

"Courtney Clai," I sigh

"Clay? As in the shit people use in art class?" 

"No, Clai as in A I," I giggle.

"Cute," He smiles.

I shake my head, "Not cute, punk rock," 

"Sure you are, and I'm on my period," He laughs. 

"You'd think so by your actions," After saying that, I blow some smoke in his face, making him cough.

"Heyy!" He laughs. "I'll paint you!" Holding up the can and moving closer to me, his laugh turns from kind and gentle to evil and menacing. 

I scream and try and move but I'm not quick enough. Within seconds he's on top of me, spraying "M.G.C" onto my t-shirt. I try and push him off but he's too strong so I scream at the top of my lungs, hoping someone will come and save me but they don't.

Before I know it his lips are against mine and I'm doing nothing to stop it. He flips us over so I'm sat o his hips, his knees up to hold me there. 

And then, Dylan walks in the park. Just my fucking luck.

By this point, Michael has his hand up my shirt. This is going to be hard to explain. 

"C-CC?" He almost whispers.

I quickly stand up, leaving Michael laying there. He must be so confused but I'll have time to explain to him later. 

"Dylan... I, um, I..."

"I came back to get my phone from you since I l-left it with you at school..." 

"Y-yeah," I stutter, reaching into my back pocket and starting to walk over to hand him his phone.

I trip on purpose, trying to make it look like I'm drunk... Or high... Or something, just trying to get myself out of the situation I've gotten myself into. 

"Holy shit!" I laugh, handing him his phone, "I'm higher than I thought!" 

"High?" Dylan asks, quickly taking the phone back.

"Yeah, he gave me some 'cigarettes'" I do quotation marks with my hands "But with all the shit I'm seeing right now, I'm guessing I'm high!"

Michael shoots me a confused look but doesn't say anything, probably high himself.

"Y-yeah, okay," He mumbles, "I'll s-see you i-in school," And with that, he's gone.