Wasn't This Suppose to be War

Chapter 3

Later that day, with excitement clear on my face I walked down an alleyway. When I came to the two tin trash cans, I stopped and pushed them aside one at a time, trying to make as little noise as possible. The fact that I was pushing them on tiny rocks and that they were tin and full to the brim was not helping me keep the noise to a minimal. Suddenly the bulky door that was behind the tin cans swung soundlessly open. It whacked me in the back, making me fall into the trashcan. Thankfully it was full, so it didn't tip over because of how I was whacked so hard into it.

I straightened myself and spun around to see Jesse covering his mouth, trying not to laugh. "Damn you, Jess!" I shouted. I slapped him hard in the arm then punched him hard in the exact same arm. "That was from when I said I would during our phone call." I then punched him again. "And that was for just a few seconds ago when you whacked me with the dang door!"

He didn't even seem fazed by my hits. "You done?"

I sighed. "Yes."

"By the way, you need to learn to be more quiet when you move those cans. People will hear you," he said, smiling at my ticked-off face expression.

"You knew I was there, and yet you still chose to swing the dang door open anyway!" I hollered angrily as I kicked him in the shins as hard as I could.

"I thought you said you were done hitting me," he said while looking down at his shins.

"I lied," I replied, shrugging.

"Well, Ms. Liar, why don't you come inside?" he said, though it sounded more like a question.

I walked in and made my way down a dark, cemented hallway after what felt like an hour but was really ten minutes at the maximum. We came to a room that was lit by white wax-dripping candles. The candles were placed along the walls, nowhere else. There were also three people. One was leaning against the wall while the other two were sitting on the floor.

The boy leaning against the wall was jamming out to music that was probably on a device in his pocket. He had dark blue earbuds in. His black hair fell in his eyes, but he didn't seem to mind it much. He wore a black and white zipper-up jacket and dark blue jeans. He had his nose pierced, and nowhere else. The boy's name was Zachary, but we all called him Zach for short.

There were two girls sitting on the ground, one with white blonde hair with pink underneath and the other with chestnut brown hair and a lighter streak of color as her bangs. They both had their noses pierced, though the blonde had her eyebrow pierced. The white blonde-haired girl was wearing a dark pair of red jeans and a black turtle-neck. Her name was Claire. Chestnut hair wore dark green jeans and a 'Snow White's Poison Bite' t-shirt. Her name was Skylar, but we called her Sky.

Claire was a rather recent member of our group, having been with us for only a month, but it felt like longer.

Jesse, who was behind me, had brown hair with green streaks throughout it. When I had first seen him, I thought it was ugly and told him, so he of course laughed at me. Now the style kind of grew on me. He wore a gray zipper-up and black jeans with converse (we were all wearing converse). His lip was pierced. He had gray blue eyes that reminded me of a storm.

Claire looked up at me and smiled. "When did you dye your hair brown? I liked it black."

"Three days ago," I smiled.

"Sky, are you seeing this?" Claire asked, twisting around to look at Sky.

"No, I don't have eyes," Sky replied sarcastically as she rolled her eyes.

"Well, you don't have to be mean about it," she pouted.

I swear, sometimes she's the most non- fallen person ever. She's not mean. She doesn't kill people. So how the heck did she become a fallen?