Turning Sixteen

Chapter 7: D for Drama

I saw Ellen leave her seat and say 'Excuse me' and walk over to the washroom. Fuck this day. I wanted to go after her, but someone pulled me by my waist.

SOMEONE PULLED ME BY MY WAIST!

Who the hell? If it's Nick, he's dead already.

Justin held me tighter, and didn't let me go. He pulled my hands up and placed them on his shoulder. Gosh, this wasn't supposed to be a ball, was it? Some Katy Perry song played, quite slow and romantic. She sung slow romantic songs? When did that happen? He turned me a few times and yanked the boy who by mistake crashed into him. The song changed to Backstreet Boys. Yes! I got the chance to escape. This wasn't a couple dance song, so Justin yelled over at the DJ. "What's wrong with you...?"

I cut him off.

"That's enough for a dare."

"Huh?" he said, quite taken back at my sudden disapproval. "But why?"

"I ain't dancing with you, ass. I am no shithead, ready to dance with a prick like you." I heard girls groan and say 'Awhs!'

Poor Justin, they might be thinking.

"It's a game, and you have to participate!" he yelled sounding like a baby.

"Oh shut up! That's enough of participation! You didn't specify the duration, did you?" The audience was quite impressed by my reaction. "And, you better stop being over smart. You are no Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise." He was particularly offended that I commented on his looks. "Not even like Johnny Depp, when he played an ugly pirate in the Pirates of the Caribbean, in the least." Everybody laughed. He stood there, still, as if he froze. I walked to him, and clicked my fingers in front of his face. "Hello?" I said. "Or maybe, at par with King Kong." The room lightened up, and everybody laughed. I saw Ellen laughing heartily too.

Yay! At least, this prick helped me get my best-friend back: the only reason this day went good.
Well he was the reason I was at the verge of losing her in the first place.

We all had a nice time, at least after this ugly-face incident. The food was yummy. All from Mc Donald's. (I am a great foodie, you must know.) It ended like any other party, and I was glad, it did. The best part was Ellen and me driving back. She dropped me at the curve of the street where I lived. I insisted that she did it. I climbed down from the black Camry, and bid goodbye to her.

I walked down the cold lane. I felt cold. I wish I had a cardigan on at least. The breeze was gentle yet cold and it cut through as a surgeon's knife. I felt someone stalk me. It was late night and I didn't have the guts to look back, as to who that was. I walked briskly; my pace steadily growing. Someone yanked my hand, twisted it and pushed me onto him. "What the..." I spoke, before looking at his face. "Nick, let go!" I tried hitting him with my knee, but his grasp was too tight.

"Ouch!" He yelled in pain. "Who's this..." he shrieked. "Ah..!" I stood there still, my hands clasped to the ends of my shirt.

"Michael?" I spoke softly.

"Yeah?" the boy who'd just hit Nick said.

"Oh my god, Michael leave him!" I cried. "Please, Leave!! You'll hurt yourself." It felt like a dream, Michael fighting away Nick for me.

"LEAVE!" I shouted. Michael left Nick loose and he swiftly ran away leaving me and Michael alone.

I stared at Michael. I literally, stared at him. He stared back, giving me that 'Duh' look.

"What?" he said.

"I..I..." I stammered, in a huge loss of words.

"I have to go." He said with obvious sadness and pressure in his voice.

"Okay.."

And before I could say anything, he vanished into the darkness.