Striker

Untitled Part 13

After shaking the thoughts I had of Striker out of my head, I headed downstairs. Max, Pete, and Brute were all waiting patiently for me. Striker walked down not too far behind me. 

"Are you guys ready?" I asked, blushing. They all nodded and we headed out the door. The guys gave me the front seat while Max drove, which was surprising because Striker is usually the one to drive.

"Let's play 20 Questions." Pete said. 

I looked at him curiously. "How do you play?"

"It's real simple. You just ask a question and the person has to answer. You can get one pass. Since there's five of us, we just ask a question and everyone in the group has to answer." Pete explained. 

I shrugged. Doesn't sound too bad. "Okay. Who starts?" 

"I will," Brute said, "Who was everyone's first with?" He smirked.

"Like first kiss? Or?" I questioned. 

"First fuck." Striker said, causing me to blush again. 

"Mine was this Brittany chick my eighth grade year." Max said. I looked up at him with raised eyebrows. He just laughed sheepishly back at me. 

"Mine was with Eden our freshman summer." Brute said, smiling. 

"Mine was with that bitch, Sam, sophomore year." Pete said, shaking his head. "I still regret that shit." 

"Shut up, Pete, you still fuck her on occasion." Brute said, pushing him and laughing. Pete just slapped his forehead back, laughing with him. 

"Okay Striker, who was yours?" Brute asked him. 

"Mine was with Shae and Lindsay my eighth grade year." Striker said, watching me. I felt a pull in the bottom of my stomach but ignored it. I wanted to gag. Two girls for your first time? How the fuck? All of these guys have lost theirs so damn early. How?

"Who was yours, Angel?" Striker asked me. God I really did not know how to answer this. "Uh.." I looked down, sure of the fact that my face was redder than a tomato at this point. "I, uh, haven't." I stuttered around answering the question. 

"Wait, what?" Max said, surprised. 

"How have you not?" Pete and Brute asked. 

"I just haven't. Guys don't really look at me like that. I'm not attractive like that." I answered, quietly. This was so damn embarrassing.

"Angel," Striker finally was talking. "You're right." 

I just kept my head down. I knew I was right. I did not need him telling me I was. That was just another blow to my self esteem.

"Shut the fuck up, Striker." Pete said, "Sweet cheeks you are beautiful. You are also attractive 'in that way' trust me. All four of us guys wanted you as soon as we saw you." 

Striker scoffed. I knew Pete was just trying to make me feel better, along with the two other boys that were nodding their heads. At least Striker is honest. 

I saw Striker grab Pete's neck. "If you ever talk to me like that again, your fucking body will be worse off than her fathers was." He whispered menacingly to Pete. 

"We are here." Max finally announced. We all got out to head in for some shopping. 

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"What about this?" I asked, showing the boys a green dress. We were all in a store called Forever 21. Well, everyone but Striker, he went off to do his own thing. 

"It looks like puke, hun." Max said. I giggled. Yeah, it kind of did. We picked out a couple outfits for me so that I could try them on. 

After what felt like three hours, I was finally done with getting clothing. I told the guys I needed to use the bathroom, but would meet them in the food court. The agreed and let me go. 

I was getting confused on how to get there. This mall was pretty huge. I finally saw a sign that said restroom and started to head that way. Before I could start walking, I felt a hand grab my arm. I jerked back, flinching. I hated being grabbed. I looked up to see three guys standing there. They were pretty attractive. One had tattoos covering his arms and neck. I was automatically intrigued, wanting to know if they had meaning and what exactly they were. 

"Didn't mean to scare you, princess." The man with tattoos said. "I just saw you walking and thought you were absolutely gorgeous." 

I blushed, not knowing how to take the compliment. 

"Could I get your number? Its rare to see such a beautiful girl, and I really can't pass up the opportunity to ask you out, or at least get your number." Tattoo's said. 

"She's taken." Someone said, putting their arm around me. I knew that voice. I looked up, annoyed. He can't just act like a dick and then tell this very attractive guy that I'm taken. I was going to deny him but he just pissed me off.

"No, I'm not. I would actually like to go out. But, I don't have a phone.." I answered tattoo's. 

"That's fine. I'll give you my number, you just give me a call if you are really interested." he winked at me. Damn, this guy is very hot. "What's your name, Princess?" 

"Aella." I said, blushing again. Damn, I wish I didn't blush so much. 

He took my hand and kissed it. "Aella, a beautiful name. Well I hope to see you around. I better get going, this guy looks as if he's about to rip my head off." He said, causing me to giggle. This guy wasn't scared of Striker like most. 

"Wait, what's you name?" I yelled, as he was walking away.

"Look at your paper!" He yelled back. Hmm, Xavier. I like the name. 

I finally realized Striker was still standing there. "Are you an idiot. You don't just fucking talk to random guys, let alone agree to go out with them." He said, getting in my face. I fucking hate when he does that. 

"My life, Striker. I can do what I want. What do you care anyways?" I replied. 

"I don't. Go ahead and be a fucking slut. You act it anyways." 

That caused pain to hit my chest. I put my head down and walked away, completely forgetting to use the bathroom. I wanted to cry, but I would not let the tears fall. I never do, especially not in public. I got back to where Max and the boys were. 

"Can we please go home?" I whispered, begging him slightly. 

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Who hurt you?"

"Are you alright?"

I was hit with the guys asking me questions. "Yes. I just really want to go back to the house. Please." I begged again. 

"Okay, I'll call Striker and tell him to meet us at the car." Max said. I nodded my head and we headed out to the car. I just wanted to be away from everyone for awhile.