PUNK'd

Chapter Two: Anarchy in the U.K.

(A/N: This chapter contains some slightly graphic content involving unwanted sexual advances which may be upsetting to some readers. The scene is very short, and stays PG-13, but I wanted to give fair warning before it was too late to.)

           It was about 9 o'clock at night when there came a knock at the door. I was in the bathroom finishing up my eyeliner, and putting on some lipstick when I heard Sheila call to me. 

          "Hailey! They're here!" I could hear Sheila saying something to her friends, but couldn't quite make out the words. 

          I finished my makeup and quickly threw my orange dyed hair into a ponytail before making my way down the hallway and into the living. When I got there, I found Sheila standing among three boys and one girl. 

          "Ah! There you are!" Sheila proclaimed as I entered the room. "You look nice! I'm glad you have other looks beside the messy bun/sweatpants look."

          I flashed Sheila a threatening look, but she only laughed. She knew good and well that I would never do anything to hurt her. 

          "Anyway, Hailey, let me introduce you to everybody!" Sheila said, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the circle of her friends. "This is my boyfriend, Michael," she started grabbing the boy closest to her. He was probably 5'9", only an inch taller than the amazon that was Sheila. He was dark complected with brown hair and brown eyes just as Sheila was. "You know Michael, I've told you about him before over Skype."

          "Hi there," Michael said, extending his arm for me to shake. I grabbed it and gave it a firm shake. "It's nice to meet you."

          "Those two lovebirds over there are Amy and Stephen," Sheila gestured towards a short, brunette girl who stood holding hands with a raven haired boy who must have been 6'3". Amy waved at me as both her and her boyfriend said hello.

          "And finally there's Leon."

          I turned my head to look at the last boy, and immediately made eye contact with him. He had dirty blond hair and pretty hazel eyes. He flashed me a half-smile, and I could feel my face grow hot.

          "Oh no! It looks like you two are the only single people here," Sheila said with false concern. "Sorry about that. I hope you two don't feel left out."

          I jerked my head to look at Sheila, and she gave me a sly wink and grinned. She had planned for me and Leon to hangout tonight. I couldn't help but blush, and Sheila laughed when she saw this.

          "Well, now that introductions are out of the way, let's get on!" Sheila grabbed Michael's arm, and the two walked out the front door, followed by Amy and Stephen, and then me and Leon. 

          It was so awkward knowing that Sheila was trying to set me and Leon up. The boy was cute and all, but I was positive we weren't each others type. I was dressed up in combat boots and black and red striped skinny jeans while he was wearing a really nice dress shirt and vest with denim jeans. I felt like I must have looked like a girl with daddy issues standing next to a choir boy. 

          The place we were going to must have been close by because we were walking there. Leon and I walked quietly side-by-side in the very back as Sheila led on yelling countless bits of information to me about everything we passed by. As we walked, I noticed about a dozen flyers posted on various lampposts and benches. It was a plain white sheet of paper with black permanent marker on it that read "BASS PLAYER FOR PUNK ROCK BAND WANTED. CONTACT NUMBER BELOW IF INTERESTED." Underneath the bold writing were several little bits of paper with a phone number barely legibly scribbled on them. I tore one of these slips of paper off, and put it in my pocket.