Double Trouble

Chapter 23 - Bite Me

Thea's PoV

The week passed by with a bang or two, everything had gone back to normal, or well, as normal as it could be with 11 teenagers, practically living in two houses.

Today was Friday and school had finished a few hours ago. Everyone went back to Kay's and we decided to have a cozy night in and watch Netflix. Well, they decided that and I was forced because it was 11 Vs 1. I could take on that number if it was a fist fight but today wasn't my lucky day.

I was bored out of my tree, watching some shitty movie that I had never seen before. I guess I annoyed everyone too much when I was told, "if your that bored then do something and stop bothering us." I shrugged and stood up, taking their advice.

I left the house with my earphones in Kings Of Leon blasting through my eardrums on the highest volume possible, which would most likely damage my hearing in the future but that is the only way I can listen to music; either deafening loud or live. Or both.

I took out my earphones when i passed by an alley and saw something suspicious.

Nah, who am I joking.

It was a black tom cat playing with a cardboard box but I am a very easily amused person so I decided to go make friends with this pussy cat.

I did that cat noise thing that cats love and slowly made my way towards them, trying not to scare them but also alert them of my presence.

They quickly hopped off the box and flew off, deeper into the alley.

"I just want to be friends!" I said as I ran after them, wanting to have a friend.

"Fuck" I whispered as I realised that I had lost them and was now in the middle of a long and dark alley.

Deep, masculine chuckles were heard coming from the entrance of the alley.

I walked out of the alley, sad that my little pal had left me.

A wolf whistle rang through the cold night air.

I rolled my eyes at the cat call and continued walking until my path was blocked.

"Hey mami, you wanna come back to mine and see how good I can make you feel?" One, clearly hammered, lad asked asked as he stumbled forward.

His hand fell on my arm, half flirtingly and half for his own stability but I shook it off and pushed his chest, making him trip over his feet and fall flat on his ass.

He sat with a pout. "Oi, don't touch my friend. He's just drunk, take the compliment and a chill pill while your at it" his three sober friends stood up for him and picked him up from the ground.

I scoffed and tried to walk off but my path was blocked, this time by a sober man. "Apologise" he ordered.

I rose a brow at him. "I will yeah." I scoffed. "he was being rude and an asshole"

He guy took a step towards me. "It was a fucking compliment, your just a slut anyways, you don't even deserve that compliment." His eyes looks me up and down, though he called me an offensive term, his eyes still lingered at places that I didn't like.

"Piss off" I growled, not in the humour after loosing my friend, and tried to push past him.

He pulled me back harshly, making me stumble backwards. I was caught by another guy and when I felt a hand on my arse, I quickly elbowed the guy in the nose.

"Ah! You stupid hore!" He yelled and the three sober men, aswell as the drunk who seemed to have sobered up, started to fight me.

As I fought I wished that I had stayed in my running leggings I previously had on and not these stupid, ripped jeans.