I stopped in a halt, slowly turned, ready to smash someones face in. It was the hot guy, i eased up "whats up dude?" my voice was more steady than I thought. "I thought I told you to meet me." he said in a hushed tone, wiggling his eyebrows, what a prick. "I don't take orders from strangers, sorry." i put one foot on my board, ready to take off again, but he still stood there, looking hurt, again he spoke, "I'm sorry, i didn't mean to sound like some fuck tard, but really i want to talk to you. There's a diner up on the corner, if you give me an hour with you, ill make sure you wont regret it! And ill buy pie, you like pie right?" sighing, i cant give up that offer. " Hell yeah!"
I had to walk because the guy who insisted on becoming my new BFF didn't have a board, Cris, that was his name. Its not that he wasn't hot, because he was, I'm just not a people person, but I'll make an exception, being that he offered pie.
"So, why insist on getting to know me cutie?" Flirt mode on. "Are you kidding me? You're totally hot, of course I'm going to want to talk to you!" I glanced down at my self, then glanced at him, an back to myself again. "You sure about that?" I'm not bad looking, black jeans, thin white see through tee, black tank under, skater hat, and converse, him and i are definitely in the same group, if you know what I mean.
"Well that was the reason at first, then I heard your story." he went on, "You were saying how you're not depressed, you just didn't care-" I had to bud in, "correction I said I didn't give a shit." He grinned, "As I was saying, you said you didn't give a shit about cancer, and all I could think about was why?" This actually made me stop and think.
"Well, for starters, it cant really kill me, that I know of, and even if I were to die, either, I deserved it, or it was just my time, and honestly its kinda cool, I wont have to buy condoms." I finished with a wink. He stared long and hard, finally saying something, he started, "So what I'm getting from this, is that you could totally sleep with me, no harm done right?" He laughed. His laugh was nice, it was soft, and delicate, but not girly, it was perfect. Fuck am I going all softy? I smiled at his response, and said with a laugh, "You're gonna be the death of me, I already know it."
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The (Murder) Group
Teen FictionA therapy group is where they all meet, little did they know they would all go a little more crazy then they where before, the city is scared, and the group is bloody.
