In Line of Fire

Two {Aww shit}

i know i 
should crumble
for better reasons
but have you seen 
that boy he brings
the sun to its
knees every
night

milk and honey, rupi kaur

"Nice shoes." 

My blood runs cold at the voice. I turn my head, making eye contact with blondie himself, standing there at a whopping '6 something height. Glasses boy wasn't as tall, maybe 5'9, or 5'10? Tall boys made my knees go weak, and I'm sure if it wasn't this exact situation I'd be in a puddle of fanboying. 

"Thanks. Well, I better get going now, it was nice meeting you two--" I try to walk past glasses boy, the only way out of the alley, but was stopped when he grabbed the back of my hoodie. He gently shoved me so I was back in front of them, mainly in front of blondie.

"Hold up, shorty." Blondie spoke. "We got something to talk about. About you breaking and entering into my new place."

His new place? Breaking an entering!? "S'cuse me?" Play dumb, yes, you've always been good at playing dumb, Jup. I'd laugh and giggle and act like I was just y'know, lurking in an alley way for nothing. "What are you talking about?"

"You know what we're talking about," Glasses boy says. "I've already called the police." 

Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. I'm so fucked! Inhale, Jupiter, keep up the act. I laugh off the worry, "What? Police? What are they going to do, lock me up for standing in an alley way?"

"Two witnesses, and I'm sure there's something in there signifying that you were there," The glasses boy remarked and I cursed my filthy porn mags under the sofa cushion. 

My act immediately fell, an almost self deprecating laugh escaping me. What was I going to do, I can't go to jail! Nonetheless bail myself out. I look at the blond one, giving him my best puppy face eyes as possible. "I'm so sorry. I honestly thought no one owned it, since it was abandoned a while back." None lies, but still. Sympathy equals pity. "It's a nice place to calm down, y'know? To just relax." 

"Why do you think it's mine now." Blondie spoke, a smile inching its way onto his face. "But you still broke in, even though you knew you could get in trouble for it, so, sorry."

The sirens began, gradually getting closer. "Please, I can't go to jail. I have no family near by that can bail me out and all of my friends can't afford that!" Pity. My last chance. "Please, just tell them I ran away. I can't get arrested," 

I knew I was breaking him some, his beautiful face softening. He sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. Aww shit, time to blast. 

And with that, I bolt. Shoving past the blond boy, my legs have a mind of there own, going faster then I ever thought my hotdog thighs and calves could. After taking a sharp turn around the corner, I find myself running faster as the sound of running behind me. WHY WERE THEY RUNNING AFTER ME, WHAT THE HELL.

For a second I peak around, seeing who I think is the glasses boy, except this time he wasn't wearing them, and I almost stopped for a minute, wanting to take in his sexiness. From what I looked at for a mere second, his jaw line was absolutely paper cutting sharp and those eyes, sapphires filled with absolute determination. 

He made deep eye contact with me, eye contact that would send my cheeks ablaze and my knees like noodles, but this time all I did was run. I know, what the hell are you doing running from such a sexy man?! 

That's exactly my question.

The only adrenaline I had left was fading, and the sexy man behind me didn't sound like he was gonna let out any time soon. Plus, all the little shits looking at me were making me nervous. I needed to slow him down, and now. 

My legs pounded, steps getting heavier as I began panting harder. Cars.

I needed to time it right, because heaven knows I would be the person to get hit by a car and sent to the hospital in hand cuffs. When the nearest light turned green, I bolted, thankful that the first car leading the line of cars was a small, fast one, but the next was one of those huge 18 wheelers driving at turtle speed. Now's my chance. 

Peaking over my shoulder, meeting those sapphires again, he reaches out for me and I lurch forward across the road, almost knocking one of those hotdog stands in the way over. I wince when I take a heavy step off the sidewalk, putting too much weight onto it and feeling my bones clack together in a very unhealthy way. Stupid, dumb, weak ankles. 

I grin as I just barely miss the honking semi, the feeling of relief and also gaining tad bit of ego. The cursing words of the glasses boy made me even cockier as I turn around, meeting eyes with him from across the road. "Bye, bye, shit face!" 

I could scream of joy, but teasing him required the rest of my air supply. Gathering enough o2 was my current goal, and getting off these stupid streets. 

Oh yeah, no bike either, so I get to walk home. Yippee. 

The trek home made me think. Of course, silently gawking over the two hotties I've seen today, but also what I left behind in the apparently newly owned building. Rest in piece hot porno mags. Oh god, and those dumb journals. How cringy-- 

I stopped. I could feel the blood leave my cheeks and a wave of shock and pure self betrayal hit me. My journals. My feelings, my name, my school, my friends names, my address, oh my fucking god I'm so screwed. He looked so determined, over something so petty and small. I have no doubt that he would hunt me down-- oh my god. 

I have to go back-- go back and get my things. I can't-- fuck! 

I pull at my hair as I walk up the steps to my apartment building. My mind goes blank with rage, frustration, and fear. What was I going to do now? 

Entering my apartment, I slam the door. There was only one option, one thing I could do. I had to go back. Tonight.