Name Blame, the Bonding Game

Avenue Junction

Oliver

The gang and I were walking through the mall when I notice a very pretty girl in the music shop.

"I'll be right back." I tell them letting them continue on their way. I purposely get in between her and her destination and her phone drops into the music display.

"No. This is not happening." Her sweet voice says sounding frustrated. She immediately begins searching for her phone in the display

"Let e help." I tell her as I begin rummaging for her phone. She looks up at me when I fish out her phone, that's when I realize it's the same girl from before. The one that ran in on the big fight two and a half years ago. I should've guessed by the fancy clothes that we'd never run the same circles. Her soft brown eyes study me slowly and she reaches for her phone. Her long black hair pulled back into a braid. Her fancy name brand clothes complement everything about her. But we'll never talk. Not if our families and circles have anything to do with it. Her bright white and gold sunglasses stand out against her hair.

"Thank you." She says softly, "May I have my phone back please?" She asks holding out her small hand.

"What's your name?" I ask since I can't tell her to say please.

"I don't see why that's necessary for me to retrieve my phone from you." She says her voice quiet, but slightly louder than before.

"What if it's not your phone?" I counter obviously knowing it most likely is.

"It's not your phone. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have a bedazzled pink and blue smartphone case." She retorts.

"Ready to go?"One of the Boulevard boys asks walking up to her. "What do you want?" He asks turning his attention to me.

"I just wanted her name." I answer with a shrug.

"Give her back her phone." He tells me, I can here a growl in his voice. I notice his shoulders tense and his hands both form fists at his side.

"Her name pretty boy." I tell him growing impatient and my grip on her phone tightens.

"Ivan, what's going on?" Another Boulevard boy asks walking in to the shop, he takes one look at me before standing next to Ivan. "Want to explain to me what you're doing with my sister's phone?"

"She dropped, it, I was going to be a gentleman and give it back, but she refused to cooperate." I answer shrugging. "Her name is all I wanted."

"She has a boyfriend!" The Boulevard says, "And there's no way she'd ever date you."

"Never said anything about ever seeing her again, I just wanted a name."

"Victoria." The second Boulevard boy says, I know it's not her actual name, but I let it go anyway.

"That can't have been too hard." I tell them tossing the phone to Pretty boy with the girlfriend. "I'm Oliver," I tell them walking to the rest of my friends.

"Who was that?" Rosalyn asks latching onto me.

"Prep Boulevard." I answer her.

The second boy comes out of the music shop heading for the mall food court.

Victoria, or whatever her real name is, comes out later holding hands with that prep Boulevard boy.

"Let's go." Bethany says, "I'm in the mood for food.."

"The Boulevards are all there." I point out, "Can't we just wait?"

"Is Oliver Stone backing down from a fight?" Leif asks.