Cat FightImmediately after we notice the two guys standing there, my right-hand-girl Manda gets a worried expression on her face. Gee, that's new. But I notice it's not the newcomers she's worried about, it's the two blondes strutting up behind them. Claira and Kate. Lovely.
"What was that about, Ash? Trying to improve your standings in society?" Claira asks condescendingly. All five of us roll our eyes.
"What society?" I counter disdainfully. "Last time I checked the whole seventh grade was a huge band of jerks. My girls and a few select others not included, of course," smirks from my side.
"We all know you just want attention," Kate retorts, equally aloof. "But however much you try it's just not going to work."
"And here we come back to the most frequently-used insult in all the world. Congrats for thinking that one up. But the problem is, you're giving me all that atrention that apparently I crave so much," I finish, knowing I've won. The two tresspassers rool their eyes and sigh,
Me and My CrewMe and my girls clear a circle in the excited crowd of kids. I take my nook out of its leather cover and attach it to my speaker. It's a tiny thing, but trust me, its eardrum-shattering if you're not careful. Choosing a track at random, I dash into position as the music starts and start doing something that always comes naturally to me. I dance. My girls are right behind me, synching their moves with mine and trying to recall the routine. At the end, we all pose dramatically and pop up giggling when the last notes of the music fade away. There's cheer and booing in equal measures. Even though we're passable dancers, most of the other kids in our grade are haters. They call us freaks and wierdos and we just laugh it off. It's really hilarious to watch.
Me and some of my friends are just chillin' outside the club, we got nothing better to do. We talked and joked around for awhile, but now toward the end of the street at the inters
Anjeliek and CorrerCorrer lifts me up into his arms and we kiss deeply. His tail catches mine and our wings form a barrier between us and the outside world r. He moves his hands down from my shoulders to my waist, pulling me closer to him. I lean into him obligingly. He starts rubbing my back and I shiver slightly. My heart is pounding and beads of excited sweat start running down my neck. He pulls away from our kiss to nip my neck and I moan involuntarily. Out of nowhere, someone clears thier throat pointedly. We both lower our wings and blush profusely when we see Zepha'ir leaning against the door frame. Two of her arms are on her hips, the other pair crossed. The 27-year-old looks dissapointed.
"Correr, I thought I tought you better than that," she scolds, "And Anjeliek, you know what Irinasha's told you."
"But Zeph," I protest, "he was only kissing me!"
"Only kissing my foot! If I hadn't inturrupted you two, you would have done it then and there!" she shouts bluntly. We blush even more than before, b
Only a Misunderstanding 4 A jolt of fear shoots through me as I notice the figure watching me from the shadows of the cavelike room I'm in. But it doesn't seem to be looking at me. Its head is tilted up toward the low cieling, like it's asleep. Uncertsinly and unsteadily both, I rise and wobble a few steps toward only God knows what. Just away, I suppose, before I stumble. But lightning fast, the figure springs up and catches me beforeI hurt myself further. He is about half a head tallsr than me, with greenish skin and dark brown hair. It's tied into a ponytail that looks like dreads at first, but turns out to be so many dark green snakes like a gorgon. He wears an inrricate mask but the empty eye and mouth openings hint that this demon doesn't have a face. He helps me back over to the mattress and crosees his arms chidingly as he sits down beside me. Taking his hand in mine shyly, I press it to my forehead.
'Hello?' I venture. His thoughs seem crude and unrefined, but at the same time very complex.
Only a Misunderstanding 3Whoever decided to save me, or possibly open a whole new world of torment, isn't being very gentle. Maybe I'm just too frail, but I can feel every jolting step they take. But I can't help but feel guilty, I must be bleeding all over them. Not to mention rubbing all kinds of crap on their shirt, which I can see without much effort is stark white. So I resign myself to a very uncomfortable, to say the least, ride.
Eventually the pace slows and I'm lowered onto something soft, a mattress maybe. Feeling in relatively good hands, I allow myself to slip into unconciousness. My sleep is deep and dreamless, thank God. Who knows what kind of dreams I would have after that experience. I'm greeted by warm, welcoming sunlight. I find that clean white cloth is wrapped around my entire chest, from collarbone to waist. Another from my left knee to the ankle, one from my right upper arm all the way down to the knuckles. Big, ugly bruises are showing up everywhere else. My jeans and tank top have been
Only a Misunderstanding 2I'm lying prone on the cold cobblestone, corners of rock poking into my already bruised and battered body, frigidly uncaring. My whole body is one sharp pain, and the world around me seems very far away. Somewhere in the distance, a scornful voice scoffs something inaudible and retreats before authorities or a witness arrives. I'm covered in sweat and my clothing has been massacred, blood oozing like lava from wounds I can't see. My grip on conciousness is slipping, and I want to give in. Out of nowhere i can feel someone lifting me up. I'm too tired to care.
Only a MisunderstandingI backed against the cold stone of the ancient alleyway, terrified. The gang of humans and their leader advanced on me, closing around me and grinning evilly. I looked wildly for any way of escape, but there was none. The six or so human men came even closer, giving me a horrible sense of claustrophobia. The leader pushed his way through the pack to stand right in front of me, his nose inches away from my face, staring searchingly into my fathomless black eyes.
"You cheated on me," he stated simply, knowing I couldn't say a word in defense, even though it wasn't true. I shook my head earnestly. He scoffed. His longish, greasy black hair hung in my face and his breath reeked of alcohol. It dawned on me that he had probably gotten drunk and seen me with my brother, and the only thing that clicked was "other man". My brother's fourteen. Go figure.
"You lying bitch. Boys? You know what to do," Two of the stronger humans grabbed my wrists and as soon as it was evident that I was defenseless