"Sometimes you have to go a long way round the houses to come home."
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• Logan's P.O.V. • School let out about 30 minutes ago and I was still trying to make it back home. At this point I am hopelessly lost because I do not recognize anything around me. On the right side of the street there are small, old, and worn down houses, the left is the same. The street was washed out and the side walks were cracked.
Its was starting to get a little chilly outside, so I started to unroll the sleeves of my shirt. When I was done I looked up and noticed threes boys heading toward me. They were greasers. I was thinking about what Cherry told me, so I turned around and walked a little faster.
"Hey!" I look behind me to see them jogging towards me, so I started to full on sprint. I could feel them getting hot on my heels so when an intersection came up I made a mad dash to the right. "Common Soc we just want to have a little fun." They yell out to me. I think they're idea of fun is not heading to the park to play. I continue running, I was still keeping my pace but you can hear the gap between us getting wider and wider. They must have slowed down to a walk because I just barley hear in distance one of them saying "come on guys let's go."
I wasn't taking any chances so I kept running. I looked behind me to see where they were and then all of a sudden I ran into something and got a face full of concrete.
"Hey man, watch where you are going." Snapped the boy that I ran into. He was holding the back of his head, I must of knocked into him so hard that he fell too.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry." I pleaded. I didn't even see him. But now that I think about it how could I not. He was so handsome, brown hair and rich brown eyes, light skin, and a strong facial structure. I could tell he would tower over me with his muscular build. He was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged his torso, a black leather jacket, a pair of slim, dark blue jeans, and a pair of black converse. Simple, but he still rocked it.
"What ever, what the hell are you doing over here, soc." He snapped. He had an accent, it was thick, and gave away that he was from New York. The emphasis on soc really hit me like a slap in the face. I'm on greaser territory and he didn't like it.
"I-I'm just lost. I moved here yesterday. I don't know how to get home." I was nervous at first but I toughened up and made the end of my sentence sound a little meaner. I didn't want to seem vulnerable.
"You need to stay off this side of town. You're gunna get jumped. You're lucky you ran into me and not who was chasing you, if they caught you, you probably would be laying on the side walk, bleeding out." I was stunned at his words. Do they really do that around here? I wasn't going to ask, what he said was cold, and serious so I believed him.
"Well do you know how to get to..." I went digging into my school bag, pulling out a piece of paper with my address. "...here?" I handed the paper to him, he snatched it out my hand, read it and snickered.
