Maybe Someday

Chapter 13.1

Brooke's POV

All three of them sort of stared at me with anger and burning desire to be with me. "Oh no... I thought I would never have to do this..." I went into a dead run to the park, even with my ribs hurting. A car horn sounded at me. Oh great, Socs! I thought. My legs carried me on. The air pushed me back though. I resist to be told what to do.

I'm my own person. I should make my own choices. I turned and ran towards the Soc car. There were two guys, one with rings and a flask, and one that didn't look quite as good. They were pretty drunk. Alcohol flooded into my nostrils, making my eyes water.

"Well look at this, Randy, we caught ourselves a Brooke Michaels, is it?" the on with the rings slurred to the other. "You're right, Bob. Let's teach her a lesson that the puppy kid got." My eyes widened with fear. Then out of the corner of my eye, I spot a glimpse of Dally running towards me. No one behind him.

"Let's get at her, then," Bob grinned evilly. Randy pulled out a beer bottle, with a wrecked end. That's when I realized I brought a switchblade. I got it out, switched the knife part out, and glared at them. "Oh look, the little GREASE is trying to protect itself. Hilarious," Bob cackled. I couldn't stand it. My body lunged at him, knocking him to the ground. My balance isn't really good so I fell on top of him, stabbing my blade into the flared part of his pants.

I instantly got up, knowing that Randy would topple onto me with that beer bottle. Thankfully Dallas was still running for me. Randy lunged at me. I dodged his shot and sliced a bit of his pants. I heard it cut his skin. Blood oozed from his freshly cut skin. He growled, looked at me, and jumped at me, mouth wide open like a tiger.

TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 13.2