When Fire Meets a Hurricane
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Chapter Four: I am So Colosally Fucked
"Who do you want me to be?"
Her words rang through my ears a sly smile twitching at her lips as she pulled back away from me. Who the hell is this girl? She had me hooked after one conversation, making me want to know everything about her. Something I could tell would not be an easy thing to accomplish. With a small shrug I brushed off the thought.
"Let's go with Russian spy, that sounds pretty badass" I said with a smile, continuing to clean up the scrapes on her knees and hands.
"Russian spy it is" she said with a giggle which holy shit might be the cutest thing I've ever heard, fuck what am I thinking I need to get a grip.
"So" I said turning my attention back to her multiple bleeding scrapes "when did you get into town?"
"Oh not long, week and a half ago maybe? I haven't really met anyone aside from Pop Tate who has been my main source of food so far, that man is honestly a saint" a smile playing at her lips at the thought of a burger and a milkshake "now its my turn to ask a question" she stated, a daring glint in her eye.
Fuck "Ok, shoot, what do you wanna know?" I asked, leaning back into the couch hands clasped behind my head this should be interesting
"My deal?" I laughed "what's my deal?"
"Yeah what's your deal? Mr. Tall Dark and Brooding Badass rushes over to help some horribly uncoordinated girl he doesn't know? Why?" She asks, it sounds almost accusatory as if I couldn't possibly be helping her without wanting something out if it, without there being a catch. I know that feeling. I thought back to the time before I was a Serpent, any help offered to me seemed like a trick or con like someone was waiting to take advantage of my misfortune. It took a long time and lots of effort from my friends to convince me that it was ok to accept help and not everyone wanted something from me, I still wasn't entirely convinced but hell I've definitely made some progress.
"Why do I need a reason? And what makes you think you've got me all figured out?" I fired back a little bit harsher than intended, flipping back to my natural state of defensive, but when my eyes met hers I realized I had made a mistake. There was a fire in her blue eyes as if I had dared her to learn each and every one of my secrets, and a determination behind that ocean blue that screamed she could if she really wanted to.
"Well" she started, a smirk slowly spreading across her face, as if we were playing a game she was about to win "for starters you're in a gang, you're probably not low in the ranks either, I'm gonna assume you're incredibly loyal and fiercely protective, and the gang is like your family" I felt my eyes widen, that's a damn good guess for someone who's been here a week and claims to not have met anyone...
"I'm guessing you don't walk around without some sort of protection I'm guessing brass knuckles?"
I coughed slightly choking on the air around me
"Or maybe a switchblade?"
My mouth fell open slightly, is this bitch a psychic or something?
She laughed slightly "oh my god you have both don't you! You totally do! Empty your pockets!" She let out a string of giggles when I sheepishly pulled out both weapons from my jacket pockets and set them on the table
"Damn I'm good. I even impressed myself that time!" The beautiful mysterious girl exclaimed still laughing to herself.
"Ok spill how did you do that? Did you ask Pop Tate about me or the serpents or something?" Sweet Pea asked, bewildered at the girl in front of him. Who is able to guess what weapons a person is carrying after a 10 minute long conversation anyways?
"No no nothing like that, besides I don't even know your name, how would I ask about you?" Girl had a point, I haven't told her my name yet so how would she know anything about me? She was still giggling and clearly pleased with herself "I'm just really good at reading people I guess, everybody is like a puzzle it's just a matter of observation and putting the pieces together" she shrugged as if it was no big deal that she just figured me out after such a short conversation.
"Alright... but how? How the hell is a person like a puzzle piece" I wondered out loud. God this girl was frustrating, puzzle pieces? Really?
"No a person is like a puzzle, they leave the pieces out for you to find you just have to put them together.” she said with a shrug, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, a loud frustrated groan escaping my mouth as I ran a hand across my face.
"Ok so it's like this, when I first saw you you were wearing that jacket and every time I've seen you since you've been wearing it so clearly it means something to you. The snake on the back could really mean anything, it could be a band you like or a sports team you love or some shit like that but the fact you've got it tattooed on your neck tells me it's more important than that, a neck tattoo is a fucking commitment and unless you're a dumbass you don't get a tattoo on your neck for a band or a sports team, and you don't seem like a dumbass to me. Although you do have a gang tattoo on your neck and though it is rare I have been wrong before so I guess only time will tell.”
Her comment rising a small chuckle from the giant sitting next to her "I assumed you were higher up in the ranks of your gang based on the way you interacted with that group of people who stared me down the other day, thanks for that by the way not creepy or unwelcoming at all" she muttered rolling her eyes, all I could do was offer a sheepish grin in response.
"On to the weapons, I knew you had to at least carry a switchblade because I carry a switchblade and if I walk around with a knife there is absolutely no way you don't, I threw the brass knuckles in there because I get this vibe you enjoy hitting things and or people when necessary" that comment causing a devilish grin to stretch across my face "and as for the whole loyalty and protectiveness thing I just took a wild guess" she finished with a shrug as if she hadn't just told me a part of my own life story.
"I don't buy it" I said after a long pause "you had reasons for every other thing on that list why are you trying to tell me the last one was a wild guess" I shot back. Surprise evident on her face at my follow up question.
"Fine." She huffed while rolling her eyes, something I figured would be a consistent thing from here on out "I saw you talking to the group, that day, you had this look in your eye, a look of love and loyalty, I know that look. It was the same one I used to give my friends, my family" her voice trailing off her mind clearly somewhere else lost in thought.
"Well I have to admit I'm a little impressed" I smiled softly "I'm going down to the Whyte Wyrm tonight with some friends if you want to join us, you can show off your superpower some more"
"I have a rule that I don't go to bars with strange men who still haven't told me their name" she fired back unable to control the grin overtaking her face.
"Really? Thats all I get?"
"Alright Pea gimme 20 minutes" she called disappearing into what used to be Joaquin's old room, I couldn’t help but grin at the nickname. Almost immediately after closing the door she popped her head back out "oh there's bud under the table and a pipe or rillos in the coffee table drawer if you wanna smoke while you wait, the remote is somewhere on the couch if you wanna watch tv" and with that she disappeared back into her room leaving me alone on her couch in awe of this girl I just met, realizing she still hadn't told me her name.
I am so colossally fucked
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