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Chapter 8

       I dug my hands in my pants pockets. My fingertips sliding against the soft seams. The memory of last night grew foggy, as if it was just a bad dream. If it hadnt been for Emily hugging me and saying thank you (for the second time) after breakfast then I would belive it was just a dream.
         But now, I stand here leaning against the wall in that same alleyway I had chased that boy down, doing absolutely nothing. The wall was cool, today was exceptionally hot. I had gotten bored of looking for Winston, Millie begged me to search the barrens but I stay far away from that place.
         Ally sat on a crumpling wooden box, her fingers laced around a expensive pocket knife with exquisite golden vines snaking across the pink handle. It had a wicked sharp blade. The knife was in a way, Ally.

Expensive.

Exquisite.

Wicked.

W I C K E D.

         Natalie on the other hand sat on a trash can, her chin resting on her knee, fingers gripping the bottom of the trash cans lid so she didnt topple off. It was mostly silent. Save for the sounds of a few cars driving by, and the hollering of kids as they ran down the street.
       "What're we gonna do today, y/n?" Natalie asked.
     It was those six words that set it off. Ally was extremely territorial about being leader, and hated the idea that Natalie looked to me more. It was half a second before the knife was thrown to the ground and she launched herself at me. As soon as my head hit the concrete i knew it was bad. The sickening crack made my vision blurry.

             Natalie pov

        I hoisted my other leg up onto the trash can, my eyes trailing the two fighting forms. In my opinion, Ally was to soft. She didnt like to get her hands dirty, preferring me and y/n to do everything. Even with knowing this, I believed she was the one to kill those two girls.
          I watched as Ally punched y/n, then y/n kicking Ally off of her, and y/n punching Ally, then repeat. Out of the corner of my eye I seen a few silhouettes walk, then start to run in our direction. I didnt pay to much attention though, if they were cops
y/ns dad would sort it out.
        "What the hell?" I was startled by the boys voice.  The group of silhouettes was Bowers and his gang, the voice that spoke belonged to the blonde boy, Victor.
     The boys stood in a shocked silence as they watched Ally and y/n fight and throw curses around. It wasnt until Ally managed to grab her knife did anybody step in.
         Ally held the knife in a shaking, bloody hand. Y/n dizzy and disoriented simply curled into a ball, her nose dripping blood and one eye swollen shut. Patrick lunged forward before I could. Pushing Ally away with a large hand then wrapping it around y/ns middle hoisting her up, the other hand went to wrapping around her chest for extra support. Or a subtle boob grab.

                   Y/n pov

     I could hardly see the pink glint of the knife, my vision blurry. I felt numb and as I felt hands wrap around and pull me up a heavy pounding feeling in my head. I felt the arms pull away. I took two steps then, with wobbly knees fell foward, wrapping my arms around the blurred form of the person who pulled me up. Their hands pressed into my back as they held me up, I felt the world melt away, my senses fading one by one until all I could hear was an echoy "areee youu okkayy?"

Patricks pov

She clung to me like a wounded animal begging for life. And like all animals I find (wounded or not) I took her home with me. Usually when I take living creatures with me its not for the purpose of helping them.
Now she laid on my bed, curtains closed, lights off, the only illumination is a candle on my desk. Her nose finally stopped bleeding, and after laying a warm wet washcloth on her head, covering her hurt eye, the swelling went down. Now I was waiting for her to wake up. Any minute now. I roll my eyes.

"W-where am I?" A quiet shaking voice asked. I could just make out her shape as she shifted in my bed. I held out a hand and placed it on her chest, lightly pushing her back down. I felt her body tense.
"Your fine," I say simply. My voice low.
"Why am I here?" She asks.
"Stop asking questions and rest," I get up, "Ill get you some water,"
When I get back to the room I see shes already sat up, holding the damp washcloth in her hands, she turned my lamp on.
"Patrick," her voice was cold, demanding answers.
I handed her the water, watching as she took a big gulp.
"Ally beat your ass and you blacked out so I brought you to my house to help you,"
"Blacked out?" She said confusion spreading across her face.
"Thats what I said,"
"Natalie was supposed to help me,"
"I helped you,"
There was silence.
"You might have a concussion you should lay down," I said reaching for the lamps switch. She grabbed my hand and pulled it away.
"When I was seven I fell out of a tree and got a concussion, this isnt a concussion," she pointed to her head
"Whatever you say,"
"What time is it?" She asked
I looked at the clock, just barely visible with the lamp.
"6:30," I say. She jumps up.
"6:30??" She yells. "Thats not blacked out!! Thats a coma!" She ran to my door almost falling over as she gripped the door frame.
"Woah there," I jump up and rush to her side holding her up, "where do you think you're going?"
"Curfew is 7. If im not home by then my mom will beat my ass!" She hissed pulling away from me.
I walked her to the door, admiring her independence but still worrying about her well being.
"I can get you a ride," I say as she stepped out my front door.
"I think I can manage," she says, "thanks for the help, if you ever need anything just ask, I owe you one," she leans over and kisses my cheek.
He lips were warm against my cold skin.
They were soft too.
As she walked away
I realized
I wanted
another kiss
and another.
My heart lurched.

Oh shit I forgot to update yesterday W H O O P S.