Our Own Protection

»Chapter Three«

»Eudora's POV«

I stared at the wall of the diner, seeing men yelling and fighting at the barstools. The old jukebox had been broke for a couple of years now, so the yells and fights were the only source of sound here.

"Soon we're going to have to go take our spot back," Paris said and I laughed.

Shaking her head, she sat sideways and looked, over her seat, around the diner. Her head turned along until she settled on one thing.

I looked over her and followed her line of sight, seeing what she was looking at. Ashton and Zane.

"Did they follow us?" I asked, brows furrowed in confusion. Paris shrugged and turned back around.

"I don't care what they did," she said, getting up, "because this means we can go to the junkyard now."

I smiled, getting up and following her out of the diner. I noticed the two boys look our way right before we walked out.

Paris walked ahead and would constantly look back to make sure I was still following her. Why wouldn't I be? I had nowhere else to be.

I placed my hands into the pocket of my hoodie and sped up my pace, walking to the side of Paris and looked at her.

"What's the plan, madame?" I asked looking at her.

"We get to the junkyard and spray paint something over the losers' art," she replied and I laughed.

"Let's do a wolf! Wolves are awesome!" Paris laughed at my exclamation before shrugging in agreement.

I stepped over the piles of scrap near our entrance and started walking towards the old building. Walking in, I could see all the graffiti Paris and I had done here.

I walked to a corner and moved a fridge door that hid our box of spray paint from anybody that tried to take it.

I picked up the box and walked back to Paris, who stood in front of Zane and Ashton's art. She tilted her head this way and that, most likely trying to figure out what it was.

I looked at it too, utterly confused by the mess on the wall. "What the heck is that?" I asked, copying her actions and tilting my head.

"I have no idea," she answered before turning towards me, grabbing the box and placing it in front of the wall.

I grabbed a can, and turned towards the wall. "First on the agenda," I started, and opened the can, "cover this mess up."

Paris laughed before nodding and grabbing her own can and opening it before we started painting. After about an hour of two, it was done.

I stepped back, looking at the newly painted wolf on the wall. Paris returned back from the building after having put up the spray paint and hiding it again.

The wolf was a spirit. That's all that could describe this. A spirit wolf.

I yawned and looked at Paris. "What time is it?"

"Almost ten," she said, looking down at her phone. I nodded and walked over to one of the old cars and climbed to the roof of it, sitting with my legs dangling off the side of it.

"We have school tomorrow," I stated, looking at Paris and pulling my feet up onto the roof.

"I know," she climbed on the hood and laid back. "Maybe we should stay here all night."

"That would be nice, but I don't want to go to school dirty and without new clothes," I say, starting to slide off of the roof. She laughed, shaking her head and following me as we began walking home.

"You know what we should get?" I asked after a few minutes of silence. Paris looked at me, raising her eyebrows.

"What?"

"A puppy," I answered, looking back in front of me as I saw our house nearing.

"You know we would be murdered my our parents," she argued, appearing at my side with a frown.

"We're engaged to the sons of the Prescotts'," I state, "I think we deserve three puppies each and more." Paris laughed at my statement and I joined her.

"I honestly agree," she said, getting her keys out and unlocking the gate beside the driveway gate.

We both began to walk the rest of the way up the driveway towards the house. Halfway through, I spared a glance at the fountain in the middle of the front yard.

Nobody had messed with it for years, yet still, someone cleaned it all the time. If I were a cleaner, I wouldn't be able to handle rich people. I am a rich kid and can barely handle them.

Paris opened the front door just as I caught up to her. We both walked through the foyer and raced up the stairs to the second floor, where our bedrooms resided.

I walked down the hall to mine, opening the door and crashing on my bed. I hadn't had a good night's rest in a while and my bed felt so good.

I heard Paris's door close down the hall and figured she was tired too.

Through will, I climbed out of bed and closed my door before changing into pajama shorts and a tshirt before laying back into my bed.

Soon, darkness enclosed me and I was asleep.

Paris had jumped on me as a way to wake me up. I looked up at her, yawning before putting my pillow over my head. "Come on, lazy! Get up!"

"I kinda can't," I said, my voice muffled by the pillow. "You're sitting on me."

She laughed and got off of me, her laugh filling the room before filtering out as she left. I sighed, getting up and grabbing some clothes as I walked to my personal bathroom to get a shower.

I walked downstairs after getting out, getting dressed, and blow drying my hair. I rubbed my eyes once more as I walked into the kitchen and saw Jenise cooking breakfast for Paris and me.

Paris sat at the table, beating a rhythm on the table with her fingers. I smiled as I sat beside her and started doing a rhythm too.

Jenise laughed as she placed a plate in front of both of us before rushing off. Most likely to go clean another room.

Paris and I quickly ate our food before grabbing our bags and walking outside where someone waited with a car. We both got in and sat back, singing to whatever was on the radio as we were driven to school.

I looked up as we pulled into the parking lot at the front of the school, a sigh escaping my lips.

Paris got her bag and got out first, and I followed a moment later. We walked to our lockers and grabbed our books.

Paris bid goodbye and began walking to her class. I frowned and began walking to my own class, not looking forward to today.