Why me? Why them?

Chapter 2 - Donta

I was walking down the street, feeling as if someone was watching my every move.

It was dark out now and I was walking to get to the gas station, I was taking the longer route and had my phone to my ear, talking loudly about how the cold wind was starting to bite into my skin despite my jacket, gazing at any possible place someone could be watching me from. The thing is, is that I wasn't too bothered by this, people don't normally walk around in the dark without some sort of shifty reason, also to the fact that the person watching me didn't feel bad. But I couldn't help but wonder why I didn't at least call up James to join me, then at least I wouldn't be an easy target for whoever is watching me, and because we can both be shifty people together. The smell of something strong and car exhaust was making my head feel a little lighter than normal as I make my way towards the petrol station. Taking the time to observe my surroundings, I shift my phone to my shoulder, pressing my ear to it, taking my now suddenly free hand into my pocket and draw out my wallet, it was a nice tan brown, with a few lighter patches for where it gets touched or rubbed often. Opening it, I see my drivers licence, the picture in the corner depicting of a young man, he had a nicely trimmed haircut that was the color of brown tree bark, his eyes a shade of deep brown, a good chiseled jaw, and a long nose, and in the picture he was wearing a black jacket and a small silver chain. Taking the time to search for my credit card, I see the doors for the petrol station slide open. A blast of heat smacking my face as I enter.

That's when someone jumped on top of me.

The first thing I see is the ground rushing up to meet my face, shooting out my hands, I land heavily onto them, barely making sure my face doesn't kiss the grimy floor. Pain shooting up from my palms into my arms. I hear the heavy breathing of someone on top of me, I feel them standing up, a hand dragging my shoulder and helping me up.

"Oh crap! I didn't mean for that to happen!" apologized a familiar voice.

Speaking of the Devil.

"It's alright." I grunt, stumbling until I'm standing up straight, looking around I see the attendant standing on their tippy toes, trying to get a better view on what the hell happened. I also saw a green card that I quickly picked up, then I saw it.

Dammit.

A few metres away was a black screen, with some wonderfully new cracks on it. Stepping towards it, I hear James go silent with the exceptional sniff. I examine the status of my phone, testing out a few of the buttons. Satisfied that it still works I turn to the boy behind me.

Well, if you can call a person who is taller and older than you a "boy."

James was at least 6 foot, making him a few inches taller than me, he had dirty blonde hair that constantly looked like it had a mind of its own, and yet it always framed his face perfectly. His eyes were the color of amber, his cheek bones were sharp and perfect, his jawline was also perfectly sharp and strong. Under one of his eyes was a small scar that ended brushing his cheek, currently his eyes were soft and vulnerable, But I knew better that his emotions can change like flipping a light switch, his frame was strong and lean. He was wearing a black hoodie with short jeans and sandals. Wait...

"James?"

"Yeah?" he responded, wiping his nose.

"You know you're wearing sandals and shorts right?"

"Yeah? So?"

"It's cold"

"So?"

I grin, shaking my head.

"You're going to get cold."

"Oh. Didn't really think about that."

"You never do."