Our Messed Up Thing

chapter 9

"Guys, this is Gigi," Nancy introduces me to her group of friends. If it weren't for her, I would never approach these people. They are all wearing dark colors, mostly black. Almost all girls have colored their hair pink or blue, and other colors I don't know the names of. Most guys have huge tattoos covering their arms and two or three of them have piercings inhabiting their faces. I cringe when I see a girl with a piercing in her belly. Didn't it hurt?

"Gigi?" One asks.

"Yes, asshole. Are you deaf?" Another one attacks.

"It's a weird name," Someone else comes in.

"At least it's pretty, not like yours jackass."

"Fuck off," The other defends.

"Guys!" Nancy interrupts, "Be more... welcoming." She pleads.

"It's fine," I finally talk, considering this whole conversation is based on me.

"Ooh, pretty voice," A blond guy intrudes.

"Innocent too," The other laughs. I simply rub my arm awkwardly.

"Don't be shy," The blue haired girl is the first female to speak, apart from Nancy and I of course. "We don't bite."

"Speak for yourself, Smurfette." The dark haired boy argues.

"Shut the fuck up, pussy." She attacks again.

"You shut the fuck up," Says the other while standing up looking like he's about to tear her  blue hairs out of her head.

"GUYS, OH MY GOD!" Nancy gets in between them and stops them before they hurt each other. Is it always like this?

"Where you from?" I cringe at a new male voice's gramatical errors.

"Miami." I respond.

"You rich?" He asks again.

"I mean, aren't we all rich?" I ask awkwardly. I am so stupid. They all look at me like I'm some alien from an unknown galaxy, except for this one guy who snort-laughs. I realize that he's the only boy who hasn't spoken yet.

"What are you laughing at, Pattinson?" A guy asks, offended.

The guy whom I suppose is called Pattinson looks at him and shoots him a glare. Everyone is silent. I don't know what the hell is going on.

"Shut the hell up, you piece of shit." He eerily whispers, however it is loud enough for us all to hear him. Everyone is still silent as if this guy's words were haunting them or something.

I decide to break the silence because this is all just so creepy. "Um, so I know Nancy. I now know Pat-".

"Gigi, don't talk!" Nancy nudges my arm and whisper-shouts. I look around the people sitting here, at the very end of the college's patio, under a tree where it is all shade. They are all staring at me kind of... freaked out? I make eye contact with Pattinson who is looking at me with wide eyes. He slowly softens them and examines my face. I stand awkwardly and decide to break the contact by looking down at the grass.

"You are one hell of a daredevil aren't you." He whispers.

I look up, caught off guard. "Me?" I point at myself. I know he was talking to me but I don't know what else to say.

"Yes," He whispers, everyone still silent, looking shocked. "You, Geralda" Him mocking my name seemed to catch a nerve making me answer back.

"My name is Gigi, not Geralda, Pattinson." I fire back, crossing my arms.

"My name is Kade, not Pattinson, Geralda." He argues, however it seems that our conversation is amusing him due to a small smirk emerging from his lips. "My surname is Pattinson. What about yours?"

I pause. I did not expect him to be so calm. It's creeping me out. "Well, that is none of your business." I debate. However this time, his expression changes and before I can decipher what he is feeling, Nancy grabs me by the arm and rushes me somewhere else.

"Well, uh- n-now I'll show you the library!" She pants. She seems really determined on getting me as far away from Pat- Kade, as possible.

"What was that all about?" I ask when she finally lets me go.

"Don't EVER mess with Pattinson. Please?" She asks worriedly.

"He started it-" I defend.

"No, Gigi, I'm serious. He's bad news. Just don't come close to him. Okay? Promise me you won't." Instead of arguing, I can sense how desperate she is so I slowly nod. "Thank you," She sighs in relief.

"Why don't you call him Kade though?" I ask intrigued.

"He doesn't like it when people call him by his first name. I'm surprised he told you though. It took me about two weeks to find out. He wasn't even the one to tell me." I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

I better make some new friends.