"Oh." I said into the phone. "The McClain's said yes. OK well. Have fun with them."
Yes it was Crystal on the other end. Yes she just stood me up. I guess I anticipated her going but she had told me she didn't want to. No matter, we'd spend tomorrow night together and have a party of our own...but I still didn't want to be alone. I hopped in the car and went to the only place I could think of. It was 3 minute drive to central park on a regular day. But it was New Years. So I pulled in front of the hard wear complex and locked up tight. From here I walked to the park...and I picked my poison. There was a little secluded bridge by the waterfront that seemed to be passed over by all, tourists and residents alike. I stumbled upon it by accident with Crystal. We were 11. But this particular time, I called Owen Ivory. I could hear times square in the background after he answered... on the first ring.
"Hello?" he yelled over all the background noise.
"Hey. What are you doing right now?" I asked him.
"Well I WAS trying to see Miley Cyrus. And obviously, that's not happening."
"What happened to drinks with Nathan?" Nathan is Owens older brother. When Owen and Nate's Dad died, a generous "friend" provided each of them with fake ID. This new years, Nathan was to take Owen out for drinks. It would have worked, too, but it seems plans were changed.
"He met a girl." Owen responded. He didn't need to explain. I was sure that their mother was out with friends, leaving Nate a lonely loft..
"Can you make it to the park?" I asked, not that he'd want to.
"By the bridge?" He asked. Was he considering?
"Yeah my spot," I responded, smiling into the receiver.
"On my way give me an hour."
"YAAAY! Eh hem I mean. Okay." I tried not to seem over eager.
"Don't get too excited," He said.
"Shut up!"
About thirty minutes went by before I finally heard someone approach. OWEN! I thought FINALLY!
It took a second for me to remember Owen said to give him an hour. Not half an hour. I jumped up.
"Who-who's there!" I yelled shakily. No reply. "I have pepper spray!" My breath was coming in short pants as my eyes darted around. All of a sudden, something hit me like a brick wall.
"Rape! Rape!" I yelled into the dense plant life.
"Get your shit together." yelled the basshole on top of me.
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