Chicken (2doc)

Chapter 8

Murdocs pov:

I began to make my way out of the alleyway when I stopped.

I'm in no rush to get back to that chick, chantelle? Whatever.

Maybe if i left it long enough she'll have passed out.

I turned around an walked back into the alleyway, lighting a fag. I inhaled deeply before something behind me caught my attention; There was a shuffle and a mumble.

I turned around my eyebrows furrowed, ready to land out if necessary.

"Dents?" I laughed "What you doing? Where's you're bird gone?" I tried not to seem bothered by the fact he had managed to pull.

Since when has Face ache been able to fucking pull anyways?

"I helped her an her friend home..." He slurred.

"So you catch a fish and throw it back? What kind of fisherman are you?"

He looked extremely confused, I could actually see the cogs turning in his head. After a minute he seemed to figure it out.

He pulled something out of his pocket,  his phone, and wiggled it about. "Got 'er number."

"Dents" I sighed "How many times? you pull em, Shag em and kick them out. You don't give them you're number." I laughed.

He just rolled his eyes and put his phone away. "A one time thing or sex on tap? I know what id prefer."

I thought about it for a minute. A booty call? Smart move... one I didn't think Dullard was capable off. Come to think of it, that wasn't even dents way of thinking. He was all 'treat women with respect not as toys' an crap.

"So what is it ya wanted?"

"A fag..." he said walking closer to me.

I reached into my pocket and fumbled a bit, pulling out a crumbled packet.

I looked back up and noticed Dents was right in front of me; I held out the packet and he smirked.

"Not that kind of fag.."

I gave him a quizzical look but before anything else could be said he was pushing me up against the wall at the end of the alleyway.

"What the hell Dents?"

What the hell did he think he was doing?

His head was in the crock of my neck and he was laughing slightly.

His body was pressed against mine slightly, his arms on each side of my head trapping me in.

"Nervous?" He chuckled.

My head was running. What the fuck was he doing? That word it meant something; I searched my intoxicated brain and found It.

That game of chicken, I smirked.

"Not at all Dents, but you are."

"Am I?" Each time he spoke it sent involuntary shivers through me.

His voice just seemed so unusual, husky.. maybe even lust full. And his hot breath kept fanning my cold neck .

"Come on Dents i know you, you haven't got this in you. Whatever this is."

He lent back from the crock of my neck and peered down at me.

I kept trying to bury the thought of how adorable he looked with his fringe dropping down, half covering his black eyes.

Instead I focused on the situation as a whole.

After a moment of silence i was just about to give him a snide remake when I felt it.