The Boxer And The Ballerina

14. "But if it's one thing I've learned, Meekan kids will party anywhere"

14. "But if it's one thing I've learned, Meekan kids will party anywhere"

It was certainly smaller than the upper east houses that the MEEKAN kids were use to partying in.

But if it's one thing I've learned, Meekan kids will party anywhere.

Even if the party isn't for them.

Hence the fact I stand outside a rowdy house, contemplating my attendance.

WestBrook won the game, so of course they would throw a party-

I just don't know exactly what alex -

Or even dana, is here for.

So I walk through the front door, kids filled the room and made the small house feel even smaller.

I scanned the crowd for dana, or chance, for someone who went to Meekan, but it no luck I was stuck standing in the middle of a party that was being throw specifically for beating out my team.

I look down, and then suddenly- "Look who it is. Another Meekan sbob." Someone says from behind me.

I turn and all to quickly a swing to my face is being thrown and off instinct I shift sideways in an effort to avoid the contact, at which I do.

I shoot her a look, "WHAT THE HELL." I say annoyed and surprised at the same time.

In the span of about 2 seconds, the crowd is trying to listen in and eyes are peeled on my and the 4 girls

Who stood in front of me.

"He's not here. You're probably the reason he left anyways." The girl shoots, she's got hair that's so black it almost looks blue and a freckle on her upper lip that allows me to tell apart her form the girl who stood to her left who I assumed to be her twin, she had the same blue-black hair and a similar face but no freckle.

"Who are you talking-" I begin. "CAN'T YOU MEEKAN GIRLS JUST STAY TO YOUR OWN SCHOOL." Freckle shoots.

"Yea," non freckle adds.

This was a bout TYLER.

I roll my eyes, "me and Tyler are just friends." I say. "Bullshit. I remember those exact words coming out of Brook Nye's mouth last year." Freckle states.

"I'm not Brook. Now am I?" I say, testingly

"She's a smart ass, just fight her gab." non freckle says to freckle- who I now can name Gab.

"Shut it, Gia." She shoots before turning her attention back at me. I fold my arms, "excuse me. I'm going." I say lowly only to be pushed on my shoulder by her, back into my spot before her.

I grow a little intimidated.

"Why can't you go for your own QB- I mean, sure he's an addict but- take what you can get." Gia shoots.

"addict?" I say quickly.

"Oh Sweety, you didn't hear it from me-" she smiles sinisterly.

WestBrook kids are circling.

"I'm gunna let you off with a warming, o.k. Just ... Stay on your own turf." Gab says. "ONCE AGAIN. IF YOU GO TO MEEKAN, GET THE HELL OUT." Gia announces and as if on cue someone busts through the door, a guy- it's Nick.

He's panting, out of breath, a glaze over his forehead like he had ran here.

"Call 9-1-1... Please." He stammers.

The crowd is kind of at a pause.

"HELP!, HELP please!" He says, that seems to be all he can say. People are confused, but the urgency on his face says it all, "he got stabbed..." Nick almost whines out. "WHAT?" - "WHO?" - "WHERE?" The crowd in the living room had now turned into a mess, all bombarding Nick for information, he's crying- he's scared.