A Unique Gang (H2OVanoss) [REWRITE]

Chapter 3

Evan Fong

"Evan, where are you?"

That's the question I even ask myself. Where am I?

"I actually don't know," I answered, gazing down at the river flow below the bridge with the phone close to my ear.

"You better be here before ten or else."

"I know." I ended the call and stared up at the night sky. There are more stars here than in Canada. It was beautiful.

"Hey."

I look over to my left and see Nogla standing there with a jacket over a white hoodie, tight black jeans, a beanie, and fingerless gloves. So, I just nod and look back up to the sky.

"Man, you're gonna freeze to death out here."

I just nod and lean into the railing, now staring down at the cold looking water. What would happen if I jumped? Would people miss me? Did they even care about me?

"Here." He placed his jacket on me and slowly pulled me away from the railing, realizing that it was bending forward from my weight being placed on it. I'm pretty sure that If I was still leaning onto it an extra two minutes, I must of have fallen.

He took me to his car and forcefully pushed me in because I kept refusing to get in. Once he got in, I cross my arms and began to tremble by how cold it was here compared to the outside. "Man, what were you even doing out here in the dark?" He asked as he turned on the vehicle and the heater. "Just wanted to walk around," I told him, relaxing my muscles. He sighed and drove off into the street, taking me back home.

Just by watching the world pass by fast from inside the car made me feel weak and my eyes droopy. The last thing I saw was a blue Mustang drive as if it was a comet soaring through the universe as fast as lightning.

A ray of sunlight hit my eye, forcing me to wake up and bury my face inside the white covers. I take a deep breath and shut my eyes slowly, ready to fall back to cloudland; however, the bedroom door opened slowly just see my dad peek inside.

"What."

"There is a guy on the front door waiting for you," that's all he said before closing the door shut.

A forceful sigh came out of me as I got up and grabbed a towel ready shower; when I stripped off my clothes, I stared at the faint scars on forearms and chest. Flashes of memories appear on my head: the horrifying explosions, bloody glass shards beneath my feet, the screams. Quickly I came back to reality and got in the warm water. Once I finished, I got ready by putting on a black tight shirt and ripped jeans.

"Fuck," I cursed to myself while putting on my red vans and trying my best to walk down the stairs. My mom was happily talking to the one and only, Delirious.

"Shit..."

They both look over at me, hating that stupid smile of his. My mom just gleamed of happiness. "Oh my baby is already making friends," she pulled me into a tight hug, while I stood there embarrassed. "Now, you lads go have fun," she said, pushing us out. Then she slammed the door shut right behind us.

"Your mom is nice," he told me, but all I did was glare up at him and say, "How do you know my home address?" He grinned and escorted me to his parked car that was waiting for us. "Let's just say, a little birdy told me," that's all he said before getting on the driver's seat.

I stared at the vehicle, wondering if I should go or not. As I turned back to the house, seeing my mom peek through the windows and then giving me thumbs up, I sigh and got in.

The drive was painfully awkward. We didn't speak at all which was kinda alright, but he wouldn't stop gazing back at me every 6 seconds. Man, he almost hit the car in front of us.

After parking the car, I was ready to get out and never see his face again, but he stopped me by locking the doors. "Let's talk for a moment."

Oh my fucking god!

"Like what?"

He lowered the window a bit and pulled out a packet of cigarettes with a lighter, "About stuff." I gulped and looked away from his blue eyes.

He placed that toxic thing between his lips and light it up, watching him take a deep breath slowly. "Well, now I know your name is Evan," smoke came out of his lips and nostrils, "but I want to know more about you."

"Why?"

"I'm just curious towards new people, including the ones that talkback on their first day, " he gave me a cheeky smile.

"But that doesn't change the fact that you know where I live," I change the subject, narrowing my eyes at him with suspicion. "I'll tell you later," he responded with a puff of smoke coming out of his mouth, "but let's just talk about you."

I began to grumble but he took that as a 'yes'. So, he smiled wide and asked, "Full name?"

"Evan Fong."

"Where were you born?"

"Toronto, Canada."

"Oh, how is it over there?" He asked.

"Kaleidoscopic-one turn can change your perspective," I told him with a sigh, "and has really good food."

"Why did you move to America?"

"To try the American so-called dream," I said.

"That's all? Man... I thought there was gonna be something else," he puffed out another cloud of smoke.

"Can we stop with the questions about me. It's getting a bit uncomfortable for me."

"Come one, I was gonna ask the million-dollar question," he made a fake frown. "No more questions! Please," I pleaded. "Fine," he crossed his arms after putting out the cigarette.

"But..."

"But what?" He looked over at my sitting figure, watching me stare out the window.

"But why talk to me?"

"Excuse me?"

"There are like hundreds of kids in school but you just prefer to talk to me. Why?" I asked. Rough fingers caress my chin, making me slowly look up confused, but he then cupped my face with his hand and force my head to face him.

"Because I want you to submit to me."

It got quiet. Too quiet for my liking. As his face was coming in close, my index finger blocked his lips from touching mine and said, "You have to try harder than that twerp."

I pull myself off his hand and pat his head with a grin. It's funny how his face turned slightly pink and then look away embarrassed.