Philophobia

Chapter 1

"A pack of Camel Blue cigarettes."  I sneered to the cashier in front of me. Asshole. Alex Reyes, the captain of the football team, hated me and I hated him. His birth certificated is an apology letter from the condom factory. He sent me a dirty look and snapped back, "I.D?" Is he serious? I've bought a pack of cigarettes before and he knows it. Who does he think he is? Treating ME like trash. Does he not know that you're supposed to treat customers with respect? I took out my I.D. and showed it to him. Once he turned away to look for the cigarettes I took out my phone and saw that I had one unread text message.

Ignore This Text: Are you almost done buying your crap?

"Ignore This Text" is my best friend, Auburn. Also known as "my bitch since first grade."

Me: Yeah. I'm on my way.

"That'll be $7.50." He said as he slid the cigarettes over to me on the counter. I gave him the money with an extra $5 and said "Here's a little extra so you can buy some lessons on how to treat customers." I laughed and turned to walk away before he had a chance to say anything.

I started walking to Auburn's house which wasn't pretty far from the drug store. I took out my iPod and started listening and singing to Arctic Monkey's "Do I Wanna Know?" 

Do you got colour on your cheeks?

Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift?

I got-

I suddenly got slammed into the brick wall beside me. A guy who seemed to be in his 40s was pinning me to the wall making me unable to move. 

"What's a pretty young girl like you doing around here this late at night?" He eyed me and gave me a little smirk. 

"What's an old guy like you doing around here this late at night?" I said smirking back at him. "Oooh feisty aren't we? Well guess what? I don't like it when they talk back." He said back giving me a dirty look. Wow, two dirty looks in an hour? I guess people don't like me much.

"And I don't like it when they talk." I replied.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Another voice yelled from behind the old man. All I could see was a silhouette of a tall guy. I recognized him when he got closer. This wasn't just a random guy; it was a student from my school. I had a few classes with him, but never really paid much attention to him. He was a jock after all and I'm not really fond of jocks. 

"Get off of her!" He yelled to the old man who was pressed against me. The man took off running. Probably intimidated by the guy's deep, strong, and manly voice. And not to mention how muscular he is. 

The guy came closer to me and asked "Hey, you ok?" He was wearing a grey V neck shirt that hugged his body, making me able to see how muscular he is. He had on some black jeans, and a pair of black converse. And his stood up in a messy way which made it look effortlessly good. I then realized I was staring at him and said, "You know I didnt' need your help." Which was true. I wasn't weak, I could have taken that old man down. 

"Oh really? Because it totally seemed like you had everything under control back there." He said sarcastically.

"You know your sarcasm really isn't appreciated." I replied. Does he think I'm like most girls who are weak and cry for help? Well I'm not.

He sighed in frustraition and said, "He could have taken your virginity." 

"Well I stole his wallet." I said showing him the old man's wallet, a smirk appearing on my face. "What?" he asked confused. Seriously how stupid is he? It's really not that difficult to understand if you ask me.

"I. Stole. His. Wallet." I said slowly, so his brain could process it better and he wouldn't ask me what I meant again. "I sure as heck wasn't going to let that old man do anything to me and let him get away with it." He seemed surprised. "Wait. What makes you think I still have my virginity?" I asked, curious as to why he had said that.

"The purity ring on your finger." Hmm, maybe he isn't as stupid as I thought he was. "Good observation."

It wasn't so often that people cared to observe, before judging someone. Not many people know what a purity ring is. These days there is no purity in this world just bad decisions. They chose sex over love. Sex was supposed to be with the poeple you love not with some random people you meet. My desicion was to make love with the one I love.

"My name is-" He started but I cut him off. I didn't need him to tell me. I already knew. "I know your name." I then walked away, leaving him standing in alley by himself. I didn't bother giving him my name. Either he already knew or he didn't care.

-------------------------------------------

Hey everyone! This is our first story, it may not be so great but we really hope you guys enjoy it! Please let us know what you think. :D

xoxo Ely and Vivian