Unlawful

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Charlie

                I sit on my bed deciding what to wear, my choices are between jeans and a black zip up or jeans and a navy blue sweater, I choose the second. I glance at the clock, ten more minutes until Nash comesr. I quickly get dressed and go to the bathroom, I comb through my wild curls and then put them into a loose braid, pieces still sticking out. I really need to cut my hair, I think for the second time, it’s getting a mind of its own. I have five minutes to spare so I lay back on my bed and glance at my nightstand, my sisters face smiling back at me, the only thing that reminds me of home, of why I’m here. It was worth it, I reassure myself. I hear a knock on the door and slip on a pair of black ankle boots and open it.

                “Dimples, you look stunning.” Nash grins, I can’t help but blush a little.

                “As do you sir.” I say, and he does, he’s clean shaven and wears jeans with a black button up. I suddenly feel underdressed, maybe I should have ventured into the pit for something less frumpy, I think. We linger in the doorway, quietly staring at each other.

                “Well as much as I am enjoying the view of your messy room, I have been planning this for a while so let’s say we get on our way?” I shake my head and close my door, joining Nash on the sidewalk.

                “So, where are we going tonight?” I ask my curiosity at a high point.

                “You’ll see when we get there, patience is a virtue and all that crap.” He says slinging an arm around me. I tense up a little bit, not used to the contact, Nash flashes me a pained smile and brings his arm to his side again. “You know, you’re hard to read, oh this way.” He turns me the opposite way of his house and we start walking.

                “That’s what my parents would always tell me.” The sky is a pale yellow and the streets are almost empty, minus a few people quickly walking home. I would never leave my house at this time of day by myself, even with Nash beside me people still stare and catcall.

                “I’m sorry we have to walk around at this time, if it was possible to do this during the day I would, trust me.” He moves a little closer to me and glares at a guy who just made a comment about my “tasty behind” as he put it. I smile up at Nash and loop my arm with his, feeling a little more at ease.

                “It’s okay, I’m used to it, and I can handle myself.” I give him my best ‘tough girl’ look and he laughs.

                “Trust me, my shin remembers, but that doesn’t mean it still doesn’t bother me. We’re almost there, come on.” He grabs my hand and pulls me between two houses. As we reach the end of the houses we come up to a 12 foot fence with barb wire that decorates the top.

                “If you’re expecting me to climb that you better guess again.” I’m not in the mood to get cuts and scrapes.

                “Come one dimples, you aren’t scared of a little fence are yah?” He says.

                “Little fence? No. Tall fence with sharp wire at the top? Yes.” I take a step back.

                “Don’t worry I’m only kidding, there’s an opening right over there.” He points to the left and he’s right, a bit of the fence is torn off a post and there is a flap left open. I sigh with relief.

                “You couldn’t have just said that in the first place?”

                “Ah but see, now I know you’re afraid of a little barb wire.” He winks at me and walks over to the fence, holding the flap open.