The Bad boy and the Biker chick

You're Screwed

CHAPTER 8: You're screwed

NOTCH'S POV;

I'm scared, I really am. The glare, I mean death glare she gave me, it's really scary. I think I shat my pants to be totally honest.

It wasn't meant to come out like that, remember when I said she was like a brick wall? Yeah no; make it multiple boulders ready to squish you and you're future kids...

"Dude... You right? You look like you've seen a ghost." I'm knocked out of my thoughts when Matt decides to join me by the shed full of sharp objects, the shed full of sharp objects that she could go into and pick a death weapon from. Yeah, I plan on staying next to the thing the whole day just to make sure she doesn't pick my death method.

"That's because my life has flashed before my eyes... Several times now!" Every movement, and I mean 'every' movement, she makes puts me into a state of shock horror. She's planning something, I can feel it... in my belly.

"Okay... What's bothering ya?" I point at my new work buddy who has an evil smirk situated on that face of an angel/ devil spawn. The glint in her eyes tell me my life is going to be hell.

"What'd ya do?" I give him a short run down of my story, obviously defending myself. At the end he still looks the same: unblinking with a smile etched on his face. He suddenly breaks free of his trance and his face scares the shit out of me.

"You're screwed dude... Good luck." With that he pats me on the shoulder and walks away like nothing happened. I stare at him, mouth agape; how could he do this to me?

Max comes past with a mop and bucket in hand, placing the mop in my left hand and the bucket on the side; he closes my jaw and walks away like it was his birthday.

Scar moves over to the deck and plugs in her iPad, a song I recognize as 'Wine Red by The Hush Sound' starts playing. I can feel the blood run from my face as the first couple lyrics surround me.

"Who shot that arrow in you're throat?

Who missed that crimson apple?

It hung heavy in the tree above you're head.

This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect...

Give you're immortality to me; I'll set you up against the stars." Scar sings.

I can't help but notice the velvet voice that she has; listening, she's really good. But then reality comes crashing down as she begins walking to the I shed that I swore to guard with 'most' of my life.

I drop the mop and move in front of her, taking two steps back; just in case. She gives me a sour smile that makes me cringe.

"Did I ever tell you how sorry I am?" I try to act normal but fail; horribly.

"Yes, multiple times now actually. It's really annoying." before I hope to get anything in, she yells out to Max to throw her two parts for the bike she's working on.

I look behind me and duck just as it is thrown, presumably at the back of my head, I smirk. "You missed." All I can say is... I should not have said that.

"Are you sure about that?" The last thing I see is her evil smirk and a floor with a very odd looking brown blob of something; gradually gaining in on my face. I assume I just face planted the floor and got my nose stuck in what seems to be dog crap, brought in through the invention of shoes, considering the pain in my face.

My vision is blurred but I still hear her whisper. "That's only the beginning potato, you're going down"

And then... I black out.

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My head! Oh my god my head!

I clutch the back of my head and feel an egg shape, nicely laid out, like it couldn't bare the thought of nottorturing me. Oh wait, I'm pretty sure it's Scar that is the bugging head banger.

I sit up with a wince, after a quick survey of the medical room, which seems to be totally unused; I get up. As my hand lands on the nob of the door, I get an odd sensation at the back of my head; my spidey senses are tingling.

I take it as the throb at the back of my brain and open the door; at that moment, I find my spidey senses are so accurate that I want to face palm my already throbbing face. But I can't because a bucket of what I think is custard; has magically appeared from fairy land and landed directly, on my head.

I can hear the laughter of everyone to the right of me, "ha ha, so funny I forgot to laugh" I reply with a bitter tone, to the laughter of my work colleges. "So who came up with this one?" I ask, interested.

"Joe" Matt calms, just enough to tell me.

"Real funny Scar, but I thought you'd go with something a little more death defying" I take the bucket off my head and glare at them. Scar just leaves us and goes back to work on a new Kawasaki ninja, that had been dropped off not to long ago.

"Dude, that was part of the test we place for all newbies to see if they want to quit yet... Scar had no say in that one, she does the more injury defined actions. That's why we keep her away from the newbies" Matt and Joe walk up and explain to me.

"Explains why she has her own area" Joe pipes up, I nod; looking at the area a little further away from the others.

"You've past our test, now it's time to pass hers"

"And we're not getting in between her and her torture..." Matt shivers, "I still have nightmares about hair straighteners" we all stare at her in interest, wondering what might be running through her head.

"If you guys keep staring at me I will tie you all up, shave every inch of hair you own off you're body, stick it to you're ass and make you dress as girls" she says, back to us. We all go our separate ways, Joe and Matt whistling slightly.