The Boyfriend Diaries

17) I am just so irresistible, aren't I?

    Chapter Seventeen: I am just so irresistible, aren't I?

    Ten minutes later...and we were still running! It seems that Chris wasn't the kind of guy who gave up easily. My chest was heaving up and down as I tried to catch my breath, my throat dry and raw from the effort. I couldn't do it any more. I hadn't run like this since I had stolen Melissa's favourite doll in primary school and she ended up chasing me around the entire playground with a stick in her hand.

    I gradually slowed down to a stop, bending over at the waist with my hands on my knees wheezing like a pig on a treadmill. Not to mention my head was itching like crazy, probably from sweating underneath this stupid wig.

    Nate saw that I wasn't running any more and ran back to me, tugging on my arm.

    “Come on, we can't stop.”

    “I can't run any more,” I told him, absolutely desperate for a sip of water.

    I could hear Chris and the other two ogres catching up to us, still shouting abuse. They were getting closer. I could see Nate out of the corner of my eye panicking and looking around for a place to hide. Then he grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me over to the side of the road and practically threw me over someone's garden fence.

    Nate hopped over after me and fell low to the ground.

    I went to stand up. “This is trespassing, what are you-”

    He pulled me roughly down to the ground and wrapped a hand across my mouth to keep me quiet. Through the slits in the wooden fence I saw Chris and his two henchmen run into our vision, they didn't even look tired from running for so long. Show offs. They stopped and began to look around.

    “Where'd they go? I saw them come up here.” One of them said.

    “Dunno. Come on, maybe they went this way.” Chris said and they started to move on.

    Once they were out of our sight and we could no longer hear them Nate removed his hand from my mouth and I silently glared at him. I was so close to shouting at him, to ask him what the hell was going on. But I couldn't risk it.

    I stayed where I was, breathing through my anger, and scanned the garden we were now sat in. There were no overhead lights and so we were shrouded in the night and not easily seen but even I didn't feel comfortable sitting in a strange person's garden. Didn't people get thrown into jail for this sort of thing? Oh god save me now, I sound like Melissa.

    Nate sighed and sat back against the fence, resting his arms on his knees as he ran a frustrated hand through his dishevelled hair. I watched curiously as he tenderly touched his finger to his bust lip and winced slightly. Good, I'm glad it hurts. That's what you get when you get into pointless fights! Boys and their egos...it'll get them extinct. Like the dodos.

    He finally looked at me, his eyes dark and hooded as they held my gaze. Then he muttered something but I didn't quite catch it.

    “What?” I whispered.

    “I said,” he sighed. “I said thanks.”

    I frowned, confused. “What for?”

    “For pulling me away from that fight.” He tore his eyes away and stared down the grass, pulling the stems from the ground in a nervous gesture. “Usually I'm knocked unconscious and I end up waking up with no boxers on.”

    My frown deepened, if that was even possible. He usually wakes up with no underwear on? Does he not find that the least bit weird and creepy? That's not right, none of that is right! Why provoke fights in the first place when you know exactly how they're going to end. Boy, does this kid have some serious issues. Melissa would love him.

    “Um, you're welcome. I guess.” I muttered in reply. Not sure what to say next, I didn't think I had anything that could follow after that confession. “So what now?”

    “We stay here for a bit, make sure Chris isn't gonna come back.”

    I knew Ally would never pry but I couldn't resist asking. Put it this way, if you put Ally and Shay in a boxing ring together, who'd win? Exactly.

    “If you don't mind me asking, why doesn't Chris like you?”

    He pulled a face, debating whether or not he should tell me truth, which he better since he'd gotten me in this situation with him, it's the least he could do.

    “I may have hooked up with one of his sisters.” He admitted with a impish grin.

    “One?” I couldn't help but smile and laugh quietly. Of course. Why didn't I see that coming?

    “Okay, two.”

    “Oh, well that's alright then.” I joked a little, earning me a laugh from him. I guess being promiscuous is expected of your typical bad boy but because of that one reason I wasn't ruling Nate out for Melissa, since she still fancies the pants off Darren even though he's had more women than actual brain cells. But there was one worry I had, and I only thought of it because I remembered back to the first time I'd brought Melissa to the skate-park and what she'd said.

    “You don't do drugs, do you?”

    He stared at me, puzzled. “What made you ask that?”

    “Just curious.” I shrugged, snuggling back against the fence feeling tired all of a sudden.

    “No I don't.”

    “Good.” I yawned, nestling closer to Nate using his shoulder as a pillow. “Wake me when the coast is clear.”

    So I rested my eyes for what I thought was going to be only five or so minutes, which turned out to be all night. How on earth anyone in the right mind could just fall asleep in someone else's back garden, leaning against a fence and using someone's bony shoulder as a pillow is beyond me. I simply thought it impossible until I woke up to the sun coaxing me into awareness.

    I jumped up startled, my eyes wide and alert. With me gone, Nate slowly slumped to his left until his head hit the ground then he woke up. He scratched at his head and then looked up at me.

    “We slept out here all night.” I felt the need to enlighten him, even to hear it out loud it didn't sound right. Like I was stuck in a dream but I knew I wasn't because every time I pinched my arm I didn't wake up.

    “Oh,” was all he said as he stumbled to his feet and stretched. I had a funny feeling that this wasn't the first time Nate had ended up kipping outside in someone's garden. That just freaked me out even more. “Want me to walk you home?”

    “No. No, I can walk myself home.” I sounded harsh so I added a, “Thanks though,” on the end.

    I flipped the hood up onto my head to hide my face then I clambered back over the fence and landed ungracefully.

    I went to leave but Nate reached over to grab my arm. I slowly cast my eyes up to his, feeling vulnerable in the light of day that he might recognize my face.

    “Will I see you again?”

    A wry smile twisted my lips. I am just so irresistible, aren't I? In all of my many forms.

    “Maybe. I know where to find you. Goodbye Nate.”

    He grinned widely and then regretfully released me. “See you soon, Ally.”

    Then I left, wondering how the hell I was going to explain this to my parents. In no way is my mother going to understand this, my father maybe. He was a fairly reasonable man, but even in his books sneaking out of my room at dark and not returning until the morning was out of his control. I was going to be put up for adoption for sure.