Miss Jackson (Book One)

5. Trade Mistakes

(Authors not: hey guys, a warning on this chapter. This is just a heads up!)
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"If I could trade Mistakes for sheep, count me awake before you sleep..."

After agreeing to join the boys for tour, which was about week ago. Dakota and everyone else have had countless meetings about the tour. They got every detail planned out, along with Patrick's secret plan on how their fellow teen will join them on stage.

It was a chilly night, Dakota just left a softball game and was on her way home. Since she can't drive, she usually walks everywhere, so this is a normal night for her. The teen began to ponder about the endless possibilitys about tour, it was only a couple days away. She was dressed in her softball uniform, cleats and all.

A sudden force pushed her forward rather roughly. Dropping her softball bag, she stumbled forward, catching herself before she hit the ground. The bewildered teen turned around to face a small group of three other softball players, from the other team, she won against. The group of girls laugh, while holding a phone out towards the auburn girl.

"This is you, right?" A snobby, blondy, smirked.

Looking closer to the phone, an article read, "Teen being carried to famous, musicians, Brendon Uries house-hold, while being carried by My Chemical Romances Lead Guitarist, Frank Iero." Dakota read out loud. She paled at the title, it was the picture of the night Frank carried her on his shoulders from the skate park.

"What's it to yeah?" Dakota fire back.

The blonde put her phone down as her friends snickered behind her. "We didn't know you were friends with famous people? We'll let you go quietly, if,"

'Theres the if' Dakota thought.

"You let us meet every, one, of your famous friends" The blonde smirked, like she just won but frowned at the auburns comment.

"Over. My. Dead. Body." Dakota spat at the blondes feet.

Chuckling, the blonde smiled, wickedly. "That can be arranged..."

A fist fight broke out between the two. After a small scuffle, the blondes friends stepped in and grabbed Dakota under her arms. She already had bloody knuckles and mouth. The blonde for sure had a broken nose and bruised ribs.

"Great girls, behind the houses, now, before anyone sees." the blonde laughed as they dragged Dakota between houses so that they were in a small, grassy, alleyway, between the back of houses.

"I'm gonna-!" Dakota was cut off by a right hook to the face, causing her to be pulled towards the ground. A foot connected with her nose, causing a sickening crack, and blood to poor out of it.

Quickly rolling out of the way of another kick, Dakota shot up, quickly, head butting the blondes stomach. Causeing the blonde to stumble back, without giving her a chance, Dakota pounced on the teen. She sent punch after punch until her friends pulled Dakota off the beaten Blonde.

Her friends pushed Dakota back as they grab their friend and scurry off down the grassy alleyway.

"That's right, run, you cowards.." Dakota mumbled, whipping the blood from her mouth. She had blood pooring from her nose and mouth. Her knuckles were cut open and bloody as well. During her scuffle, her softball pants had ripped, and doing so, scraped her left knee, causing her to limp backtowards the side walk, were her softball bag and bat lay.

As she limped down the sidewalk, she can feel bruises forming on her ribs, along with the blood dripping form her face. after walking for 5 minutes, Dakota could tell that rain drops started to fall. Looking up, it just starts to poor. She stood their for a good minute or 2, looking up at the sky as it crys upon her.