Blood Waste

1. Follow

1. FOLLOW

I'm not really sure how to describe how Christopher Bale made me feel at first glance.

Leaning atop a sleek, black motorcycle, he looked like a guy you might find in a bad eighties movie. He had the whole 'wanna-be badass' image going, being parked next to a sign that clearly read "use of motorcycles prohibited."

His looks sealed the deal for me though. Most guys couldn't pull off the badass look without a crap load of people pointing and laughing. He fit the image of a guy the girls in my school would die for. Messy black hair, dark eyes, a dangerous smile - he had the whole ensemble. 

So as for how he made me feel?

Weirded out and horny. But mostly weirded out.

I knew girls would be all over him as soon as the second dismissal bell rang, or at least they'd try to. I might've scrutinized him a bit more if he hadn't freaked the shit out of me. 

The few orchestra students had been shuffling out of the school (early, as usual) and we sat around, waiting for the buses to come while analyzing the mysterious stranger accross the way. 

It wasn't long before someone recognized him; by his ridiculously expensive motorcycle or signature glare - I wouldn't know. 

Which brings me to the most bizzare part of it all; like why a mysterious, handsome, twenty-year-old man like Christopher Bale would be picking up seventeen-year-old Julia Stone. On a fancy motorcycle, nonetheless.

There was something about Julia that was different to me, and I couldn't put my finger on it. She still looked the same; long, tanned legs and a mane of curly, blonde hair to match. She had what my friend Stacy liked to call 'doe eyes' and according to her that just made her even more attractive.

I mean, who wouldn't want her?

Well, until she opens her mouth. Julia Stone was sort of infamous for her personality. Not that she was mean, she was actually pretty nice. I just wanted her to shut the fuck up most of the time. 

None of that had changed. It was just a few times in the past week or so, I would notice her in the hallways or in the math class that we shared, and she was different. I didn't know how to explain it, Julia just seemed like a different person. There was something off about her, I could see it in her eyes. They had this wild glint to them, this feral beast just dying to break free. 

And it was scary. Julia Stone was known for a lot of things, but never recklessness or irresponsibility. She was a good girl - good grades, good family, good friends - or at least that's what everyone thought.

That brought me to the present. 

Shaking my bangs out of my eyes, I watched the strange events that played out before me.

Julia swung a leg over the rumbling machine, snaking an arm around Christopher Bale's waist as she smirked and whispered into his ear. Her bright, pink lips curled into a grin as he laughed in response, one of those small chuckles you can only notice by a shaking frame. A built, shaking frame, in his case. 

Throwing one last glance at the few bystanders that were watching, he sped off, with Julia Stone stuck like glue behind him.

"Well, that wasn't weird at all." I could always count on Stacy to ruin a perfectly quiet moment.

Sighing, I turned to look at my best friend. I could classify her as one-of-those-losers-that-wears-the-same-sweatshirt-every-day, but she was a hell of a lot louder than your typical shut-in.

"Hey, don't look at me like that!" She exclaimed, punching my side lightly, I feigned hurt, shaking my head at her. 

"It was pretty weird." I admitted. I had been pretty curious.

"Weird? More like the apocalypse! When did you think we'd ever see goody-two-shoes-Stone step foot on a motorcycle?" She waved her arms around wildly as she talked, her flat, brown hair bouncing as she did. 

"She didn't really step, more like sat." There's another thing about Stacy. She never shuts the hell up. It was almost as bad as Julia. Almost.

"Oh, fuck off, smart ass. It was completely insane and you know it; stepping or no stepping." Rolling my eyes, I repressed the urge to slap her. I preferred silence. 

"Hm," was my only response, and I stared at the spot Julia Stone and Christopher Bale had just occupied. Heaving a sigh, I turned and began my walk home. 

"Where are you going?" Stacy's shrill voice called after me, and I waved my hand without looking back, gesturing for her to follow suite.

"Home."

"But, you don't even want to follow them and see what they're up to?" Her voice was laced with disbelief, and I rolled my eyes.

"Nope." Secretly - and it was very important to hide this - some part of me really did want to know the kind of business Christopher Bale had with Julia Stone. But I pushed back that part of me, shoving her into the dark recesses of my mind. I didn't want to get involved with people like that. It seemed fishy and that wasn't a good thing in our small town.

"Uh, Tori?"

"Shut up Stace, I'm trying to mentally vent." I snapped, annoyed with the interruption. 

"But Tori-"

"Stacy, I said shut up!"

"Tori!"

I whipped around, glaring and ready to bitch her out. 

"What is so fucking important?" I snarled, yelling at my best friend. Really, by then I was surprised that she didn't hate me.

"You're walking the wrong way." She smiled as she spoke, and I was pretty sure she knew how mad I was.

Looking around, I realized that she was right. Somewhere in the midst of my mental rant, I had started walking in the opposite direction. The same direction that Christopher Bale's motorcycle had disappreared to. 

"Shit."

So maybe I was a little curious.

"See? I knew you wanted to do some sleuthing!"

"Sleuthing? What is this, Sherlock Holmes?"

Somehow, despite the idiotic idea, I had the feeling that I would agree to it. 

"What are you waiting for?" She yelled, grabbing my arm. "C'mon Tori, let's go!"

And I did.

[ a/n: So this is an idea I've had for a while now. Leave me a comment if you have the time, I would really appreciate it! Dedicated to Keevs cause she's perf. ]