disintegrate
chapter six
"im not really into kisses leading to nothing"
as i neared the teenagers; hand in hand with each of my bags; anger boiled inside me.
i felt like a tea kettle that had been left on the stove for too long; shooting out blazing hot steam.
"give me back my bags!" i shouted at the top of my lungs, almost reaching the group of hooligans, who seemed to be laughing.
but as soon as my effective words left my small mouth; echoing in the once silent bliss; their laughter hushed.
their eyes met mine; confusion clear in their dark pupils perfectly glistening in the moonlight.
seconds later though, their expressions changed to smug smirks and a couple of chuckles that could be heard from a mile away.
"do you think this is some kind of joke?!" i questioned, raising my eyebrow exaggeratingly.
my actions seemed to amuse one of the girls; judging by her high pitched giggle.
i was now standing directly infront of all five of them; smirks planted on each of their flawless faces.
the most devious one coming from no other than my one and only stare down buddy.
the urge to look into his beautiful eyes was running through my mind like gold running through veins of a mountain; distinct and hard to ignore.
but the sight of what looked like smoke wafting up into the air above caught my eye. almost as if on cue; my throat filled with whatever it was, causing me to sharply cough.
they were smoking.
my coughing fit caused them to all broke out into hysterics; except for the green eyed boy, who seemed to just lightly chuckle.
"do you think this is funny?!" i shouted, leaning forward so that my face was just inches away from their beautiful faces I could just make out under the moonlight.
their smiles instantly turned into thin lines of perfectly shaped lips. eyes now seemingly filled with hatred.
silence.
i wasn't going to play this game.
"are you fucking mute or something." i screamed.
this seemed to pull a trigger in one of the boys.
"who do you think you're talking to. bitch"
a boy with an olive complexion and dark chocolate eyes smoothly spat back.
his voice was filled with venom. hate.
who did he think he was calling me a bitch.
"excuse me! you're the fucking bitch! you stole my shopping bags! now listen close because im not gonna repeat myself. give me my bags now."
the tone in my voice was unrecognizable. back in california, i would've never spoken to someone like this; would've never cursed.
but these despicable people seemed to have an odd effect on me. i couldn't quote put my finger on what it was. all I knew is that it took over my body. and i didn't seem to have any control over it.
the tan boy cocked his head to the side in response to what i had just said, like a little lost puppy.
though he was nowhere near that.
he then spoke, "i think im going to let harry explain to you what's going to happen. he's usually better at it then me."
the way he said "usually" made me wonder if this was a normal thing; stealing things from innocent people.
