Take me to church ✧ N.M

Chapter three

Sarah pov

It was really late, 2 am. After going to that house yesterday it seems like my routine to wake up at this time of the morning.

I'm craving some ice cream, me being the dumbest girl ever I'm walking to Walmart to see if it's open and I can buy ice cream. But hey you can't judge a girl and her cravings.

Right now my feet hurt, and I'm cold.
I'm wearing a big hoodie, shorts and vans. Probably not my best choice of clothes.

"Hey baby, why don't we have fun" A boy with a motorcycle and who's clearly on something asks me.

Scared I diced to ignore him, and walk away. I could hear his motorcycle after me, making me go faster.
Without warning he push me to a wall and looks at me with lust.

"No, please" I started crying. "Edgar" A deep voice yells making the guy stop.

"Edgar, get the fuck away from her before I make you" the party boy said furious, I swear I can see his gorgeous eyes almost black.

Gosh, it's not the right time to compliment this scary looking guy.

The boy quickly climbs to his motorcycle and speed fast.

I look at him, ready to say thank you for saving me and he just walks to his motorcycle without looking at me. Suddenly more motorcycle motors are heard and four guys come, and stopped behind Nate.
I look at them and only one seems familiar. He was at that party, the guy with big eyelashes. I also noticed that he was the only with a girl behind. Who seems rude.

"What's going?" A blonde guy asks. That actually seems really innocent and adorable to be like that, in black clothes and a motorcycle. "I just save her for being raped by Edgar" party boy answers, now looking at me.

Suddenly the girl stands up and looks at me up and down. Minutes later she smirks and kiss Skate.

Making me uncomfortable I just look everywhere but not them.
When I look back at them she smirks again like telling me to back off I just stare at her confused, heck I don't want party boy. He's scary.

"Well I'm glad that you're fine and that I could help. I'm get going because we have a party" Party boy smiles "Skate why can't she come with us" long eyelashes whines

"She's not into that" 'Skates' pauses "not yet" then he smirks.

long eyelashes hands Skate a cigarette, or whatever are those called that has green stuff in it.

Minutes later they are gone. Leaving me there, I look around, sigh and walk. Well I guess I'm not getting ice cream.