I'm With You \\ Thomas Brodie-Sangster

One

Third Person's Pov

Zayley Carson could tell that someone was following her, but didn't plan to do anything about it until she was in her usual place, abandoned and desolate, and she and whoever was coming after her would be alone.

She was dressed in the only colors she ever wore: grey and black, with her hood pulled up so that no one could see her hair. Her can of spray paint and pistol were safely tucked into her belt, in a place where she could easily access them in case of trouble. She was wearing brown colored contacts to conceal the color that her eyes really were. And she rode on her plain black skateboard down the lonely sidewalks of Philbrick Drive.

If her follower was really who she thought it was, she would need her pistol, and she wouldn't hesitate to shoot them for the damage they had done to her life.

Zayley looked up as her favorite building in the world came into her version. It was probably scary to some, but a thrill to a girl like herself. The dilapidated skyscraper was rusty and rickety and creaked whenever someone entered, threatening to collapse at any moment. She didn't mind it, though, as she walked through the doorway with no door hanging on the hinges, left her board just inside, and jogged up the staircase to the very top; the roof.

She arrived there, her pursuer still close behind her. The wind, as always, almost knocked her over, and she loved the risk. If it really was them, then she would be happy if they fell from the skyscraper. It was located at the very edge of London, and no one used it anymore for obvious reasons, so it was her perfect getaway...and it was also where she lived.

When Zayley arrived, she didn't have any money, so she didn't have anywhere else to stay, but she loved this home better than her previous one, which she'd had for four years.

She stood on the flat roof and said, "Okay, come out. You found me."

When nothing happened, she turned around and saw that there was no one there. "Come out. Just get this over with."

Still nothing. Zayley took her pistol and pointed it at the door.

"If you don't come out, I will find you, and I will shoot you," she growled. "Get out here right now."

Suddenly, something unexpected happened. A boy stumbled out to the roof with his hands up. It was a boy she'd only seen once earlier that day, with disheveled blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes, similar to the color of her contacts. Her grip on the pistol loosened a bit.

"Oh," was all she managed.

"I guess you were expecting someone else?" the boy spoke, his voice deep and smooth.

Zayley lowered her gun and bluntly said, "You could say that."

He gave her a slight smile. A beautiful one, even he wasn't trying. "Well, sorry if I gave you a fright. I was just a tad curious about you is all."

"A tad? You just followed me to where I live," she said.

"You live here?" the boy seemed amused, much to her aggravation.

"Yes, I do," she spat.

"Oh, I didn't mean for that to be an insult." He had his hands in the pockets of his leather coat now. "I just find it all interesting."

Zayley frowned at him.

"What's your name?"

"Why should I tell you?" she responded somewhat rudely.

"Good point," he said. "You know what, I'll make it even. My name's Thomas. Thomas Sangster."

"Well, Thomas, I'm not telling you anything. You're practically a stranger to me."