Runaway Man

Chapter 7: Sweets and Secrets

This is the last Halloween based chapter, I promise.

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Chapter 7: Sweets and Secrets

Was I really seeing him again? With his eyes fixated on me and I felt all fuzzy inside then he burst out laughing. I glanced over at my rejected mask and wished that I was still wearing it because my face had turned a deep crimson.

"How about a trick," he snorted, clapping his hands together, "I could really do with one after what I had just witnessed." With a grin, Jessica held one of her deadly rotten eggs up but I pushed her arm down.

"Really... does that mean you still remember me?" I blurted out, "You know... from Diana's party?" He scanned each of us as he tried to work out which one Diana was but held his gaze a bit longer on the bellies, boobs and bums.

"Oh naaaah, yeah. You were pulled away by the one with the nice rack." He pointed his finger at Diana cheekily. Her face flushed, "You never told me your name."

"It's Florence. Florence Daniels."

"In case you hadn't heard, I'm Joesph but I prefer Joey," I nodded my head at him but I didn't bother to ask him what his last name was, "Do you ladies want to come in for a bit? It's bare cold out here and I'm only in my boxers and a vest." I looked back at the others and they gave me the thumbs up, all shivering themselves.

So there we went: from meeting at my best friend's 17th to sitting inside his house.

Once we had all perched ourselves down on his couches, he offered us all hot chocolate. Being as cold as it was, it wasn't long before we were sipping at the beverage with a marshmallow melting in it to enhance the flavour.

"How many sweeties did you chics get?" He asked while jumping into some grey Batman pajama trousers.

"Loads."

"Some."

"Enough."

We all answered at the same time. Stupidly, Ginger Katie emptied out her entire bag of goodies onto his coffee table. His eyes widened at the quantity of them. He picked up and popped open the Doritos that she'd stolen from the crazy woman but Katie just smiled like an idiot in response. I rolled my eyes at her.

"So, what school do you go to?" he raised one eyebrow at me in an attractive way whilst rubbing his chilled to the bone hands together "I go to Willow. You know the one just on the edge of town."

"Birch."

"Isn't that the school where someone got stabbed at last year?"

I glanced over at the other girls, which showed their wow and horrified expressions. Someone had been stabbed last year and it was littered all over the news too! Basically, what had happened was: a random guy with a jumper covering his shoulders and above ran into the school with a knife and stabbed this guy in our year called George. I'm guessing that he knew George because alone, George was a bit of a stuck up egomaniac. At least all he got was a small scar on his 'perfect sixpack'.

So since then, the school's reputation plummeted down amongst the community as a whole. The applications dropped down too and the first year's were missing around a quarter of the average amount of people. It was stupid because the assaulter didn't even get caught in the end.

"Did they ever find out who it was then?" He asked as if he had just read our minds. We shook our heads and he slouched forward on his leather armchair with his hands in his lap and his brow wrinkled.

"No one really cared after a week or two and the police were too bloody lazy to follow it up for some reason," Ginger Katie butted into the conversation, "If they weren't too busy eating a certain sugary food then our school maybe would have been saved from all the shame." There was a long pause before there was a knock on the door.

"Must be the Trick or Treaters," Joey jumped up from his seat and ran to the door (somehow the shape of his ass had been moulded into it) Nervously, I poked my head around the corner whilst the girls' faces were hovering above mine.

Three girls around my age were standing in front of him dressed in even sluttier clothes than the ones I had seen all day. All of them seemed to have dyed bleach blond hair and too much make-up on. This was either part of their costumes or they generally went out with big, black slugs above their eyes.

"Hey Joey-kins," one of them planted a kiss on his cheek, "I missed you."

"Yeah, I missed you boo-bear." The girl in the middle that had at least size D boobs winked.

"Go home ladies. I told you that I don't want you around me!" He was about to shut the door when one of them pointed her finger in our direction with a gasp.

Shit.

"Who are they? Our replacements?!" All of them shrieked and fell to them knees. The middle one started kissing his bare feet. I couldn't believe that she was actually touching them... I mean... like the big toes had hair under them and everything. At least he didn't have bunions.

"No," he half-moaned, half-said, "They're my friends. Besides I fucking hate being your tools! I'm sick of being forced to take you out and being paid by your fathers to do so!" He was shouting by the end of it and his face was all red from anger. He kicked them away from his feet and slammed the door shut.

His expression went from mad to disappointed as he flicked his head around and remembered that we were still there.

"I'm sorry you had to see that but those girls have been annoying me for the last six months all because I was paid good dough to be their prom dates and everything." He let out a big sigh, which actually calmed him down. Ginger Katie opened her mouth to ask "Why?" but I placed my hand over the overused cake hole just in time.

"Do you girlies think we should be heading home now?" Diana asked in a too way polite tone.

"Probably, thanks for having us," Brunette Katie adjusted her glasses, "Mister Joey."

"Yeah, I could have died from frost bite!" Ginger Katie added.

"Your house is so pretty, we'll come again soon." Jessica smiled sweetly.

By the time all the spilled sweats had been collected from the coffee table, it was safe to say that Halloween was officially over for the year. Joey waved us off and once all the others had gone out of his property via gate, he called me back.

"What's your number, Florence Nightingale?!" He whispered through the howls of the wind.