"No offense, Dallas, but I'm not into moody assholes," I fired at him with a smug smirk.
"Yeah, you're not my type either, Diana," he shot back. "Crazy, uptight chics are kind of a turnoff." I narrowed my eyes at him and growled angrily.
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I shoved my cold hands into the depths of my jacket pockets in an attempt to warm myself up. The walk into town wouldn't take too long, but it was already beginning to feel like forever because of the bitter weather. My fingers were starting to become numb with frostbite as the freezing air whipped my hair around and nipped at the tips of my ears and nose. My pace quickened along the side walk, causing my boots to echo down the empty roads. Every street was completely desolated of life, which made sense because it was Christmas Eve. Everyone was probably spending the holiday with their friends or family. I smiled when I thought of my own friends who were waiting back at the Curtis house.
An eerie chill ran up my spine as I crossed the dark, deserted streets, making me glance over my shoulder only to find nothing and no one behind me. A vaguely similar feeling of déjà vu washed over me, reminding me of the night that blue mustang followed me back to Buck's. I could always tell when someone was watching me, almost like I had eyes in the back of my head.
I crossed another street and caught sight of my final destination about a block ahead of me. The lights were still on in the 24 hour drugstore that I became a regular in. The shop was always open when you needed it, even on holidays.
As I made my way closer to the store, I heard footsteps walking behind me. Deciding to ignore the stranger, I kept my head hung low and my hands in my pockets, just in case I needed to pull my switchblade out. My legs moved faster, trying to put more distance between myself and the person who was now following me. Wind whistled through the air, which made it harder for me to hear the person trailing closely behind me. My heart beat fastened and my head began to ache with all of the bad thoughts swirling in and out of my mind. All of a sudden, I heard multiple footsteps approaching. It was like the one person had multiplied into two or three more people. Now, I knew I either needed to stop and confront the group or make a run for it. The two options that I was left with weren't really that good of ideas, but I was left with nothing else to do. I was completely alone.
In an impulsive manner, my legs halted their march and I spun on my heels to meet the group who was following me. Although it was almost pitch black, the natural lighting from the moon shone just enough light onto the faces of the boys before me: Bob, Randy, and one other boy who I recognized from sometime in the past. Bob wore a sinister smirk on his lips as if he knew something I didn't. I had a feeling I was about to find out about the bad news.
"Merry Christmas, Diana," Bob said, waving his hand at me. I noticed the outlines of a faded black eye that he had etched onto his face. I wondered who had picked a fight with him this time.
"What do you want, Bob?" I snapped. I was not in the mood for him and his bullshit excuses to terrorize me and my friends. He was everywhere. I felt like wherever I went, Bob and his goons were lurking somewhere nearby, just waiting for the right time to cause trouble. "Don't you have anything better to do than follow me around with your pathetic friends?"
