No Rest For The Wicked
Chapter one
I peeked around my shoulder when the feeling of being watched came upon me. I was just being paranoid, but these last couple of weeks I’ve had the weirdest feeling that someone had been following me. I walked into the movie theater searching for Camber, the closest thing I had to a best friend. We were suppose to be meeting here to kind of have a girls night since we haven’t seen each other since school was out for the summer a few weeks ago.
I found her at the concession stand. She was leaning against the counter and twirling her silky unnatural blonde hair around her finger un-doubtfully flirting with Eric Walker who was working behind the counter tonight. I came up beside her. “Laney!” she squealed, wrapping her arms around me. I hugged her back. Though I did feel a pang of jealousy towards her, she was curvy, long legged, and everyone loved her. I, on the other hand am slender, I have long legs but I’m not that tall, I have light brown hair that comes to my shoulders with a side swept bang, and I’m practically invisible when it comes to Camber’s other friends.
“Why didn’t you come to the river with us last weekend?” she asked as we looked for our movie screening. I gave her a dirty look. “Oh don’t start with that, ‘boohoo, I’m invisible crap’ cause it’s bullshit…in fact someone asked about you…someone hot!” she exclaimed her southern voice getting higher with excitement. I blushed and looked at my shoes. “Who was it?” I asked, trying not to sound interested. Camber grinned and elbowed my side. “Wes” she smiled. My blush deepened and I fought a smile. Wes Kingsley was on the baseball and wrestling team and he had the muscles to prove it. He wasn’t bulky looking or anything, but next to me he looked a little…intimidating. He was a strawberry blonde with hazel eyes and dimples that showed only when he was truly smiling…and he asked about me! I said nothing as we finally found our movie and searched for seats.
During the movie all I could think about was Wes. Did he like me? Was Camber exaggerating, maybe even lying? It was possible; she had a history of it. On the way to the parking lot Camber brought him up again. “We’re suppose to be doing something next weekend and I’m sure Wes would love to see you” she grinned. I rolled my eyes. “I’ll think about it” I said looking over at her.
As I did I walked right into someone, which knocked little ol’ me backwards. “Sorry” I said immediately as I stumbled backwards. When I caught my balance I glanced at who I ran into. He looked familiar. Dark shaggy hair, pale blue eyes, leanly built. “It’s fine” he said as he eyed me. I saw Camber out the corner of my eye; she adjusted her top and smoothed her hair. Not a good sign. “Laney, right?” he asked. I nodded, wondering how he knew my name. “We met…well, saw each other at that party a while back” he looked over at Camber as if he didn’t want to mention it in front of her. Camber frowned, her dark green eyes confused. “You went to a party…without me?” she whispered to me. “My cousin made me go…I basically left as soon as we got there” I answered. She rolled her eyes. “Whelp, it was nice to meet you…” Camber said flipping her hair, waiting on him to introduce himself. “Skip” he answered her but he kept his icy eyes on me. I looked away feeling self conscious. “Guess I’ll see you around” he said, once again, only looking at me. I blushed then gave him a shy smile.
I looped arms with Camber then, but she was reluctant to go so I tugged a little. “I hope we see you soon” she said as I pulled her along. At times she could be so embarrassing. “Wow, he was so hot and he barely looked at me…Lamey, he was so into you!” she gushed, using the horrible nickname she made up in ninth grade. I tried not to look too excited about it, which in a way I wasn’t. The way he looked at me kind of gave me goosebumps, which was confusing since I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I sighed, trying to seem annoyed. “What I want to know is why you didn’t tell me about him” she said, as she tried to remember where she parked.
I shrugged. “We only talked for a couple of seconds at that party…not that big of a deal” I said. “Ok, so here’s the big question, at the party did he come up to you or did you...wait what I’m I talking about? Of course he came up to you, you wouldn’t have the balls to approach a hottie like that” she said.
I elbowed her. “Ok, my next question is why you didn’t know his name and he knew yours?” she asked with narrowed eyes. I sighed, she was all about details. “He had asked my name, I didn’t ask his” I muttered, getting ready for her to patronize me. She gave me a dirty look and slapped my arm. “Have I not taught you anything? What you did was dumb not to mention rude, Lamey, you are the weirdest girl I have ever met” she frowned. I sighed. “I’m glad you think so highly of me” I frowned as I unlocked the door to my Honda civic. “Lamey bear, I love you to death but gezz girl you’re seventeen years old and never have any fun…news flash, your teenage years are made for having fun and you, my dearest friend, never really truly have fun” she informed me.
I didn’t want to tell her that it was hard for me to have fun with people I didn’t necessarily like. “I gotta get home, I’ll talk to you later” I mumbled, getting into my car. “I’ll text you later, so we can talk about our plans next weekend” she smiled, and walked away as I pulled out of the parking lot.
Fifteen minutes later I pulled into my driveway. I lived with my mom in an average one story brick house. My dad had ran out on us when I was around seven and it doesn’t affect me like it does to those sappy girls in movies, sleeping with a lot of guys and what not because they have daddy issues. In truth I could care less about him, from what my mom has told me he’s a total jerk. I walked into the empty house; my mom was at the hospital. She’s a nurse and is barely home because of her crazy work hours. I sighed as I got dressed for bed; I was use to being alone so the quietness didn’t bother me. In fact I preferred it.
He crawled in through her window quietly. And there she was, his darling. She was sleeping soundly. He went to her. Her head was turned towards him, her lips slightly parted. He fought the urge to kiss her. The moon was shinning though her window and it hit her Mediterranean toned skin just right. He traced her dark brows with his index finger longing to look into her warm brown eyes. Her brows furrowed at his touch and she mumbled incoherently. He stayed still as she kicked off her covers, exposing her pajama shorts and tank top. He wanted her to wake up and hold her in his arms, to hear her soft southern voice and breathe in her sweetness. He sighed, knowing her mom was on her way home. “Sweet dreams, Laney” he whispered near her ear, and then exited her room quietly.

I jumped up in bed and eyed my room. Something wasn’t right, I don’t know why I had woken up but I defiantly felt uncomfortable. I clicked on the lamp on my nightstand and looked around. Everything was in its place. I leaned back against my bed post and just sat there. I’ve been doing this for a while and it was weirding me out. I knew I hadn’t had a nightmare and my mom wasn’t home to make any noises to wake me up yet. I ran my hand through my hair and groaned. This was starting to get annoying.

Chapter two
The week had gone by fast and before I knew it, I was in my car on my way to meet up with Camber and her friends at the bowling alley. For it to be only five it was pretty dark. I could tell it was about to rain, the clouds were all dark and swollen. I hated driving in the rain. As I made my way to the bowling alley it had started to sprinkle. I frowned. I was about ten minutes away from the bowling alley when I felt a bump and then I heard a loud pop. My rear right tire busted. I pulled over to the shoulder. By this time the rain had picked up and it was way too dark for my taste. I flipped on my emergency lights and looked around for my phone. I tried to call my mom but the screen suddenly turned black. I pressed the on button over and over again but nothing happened. I groaned. What the heck was I suppose to do now? I sat in the dark silence for a while before I got agitated. Was I going to stay here all night? I wondered how far the bowling alley was from here and how long would it take me to get there by foot… in the pouring rain. I gripped the steering wheel and lightly banged my head on it as I groaned. That’s when I heard a light tap on my window and noticed a light coming from behind me. I rolled down my window and prayed that whoever it was hadn’t seen me head butting the steering wheel.
“And we meet again” Skip smiled at me, as rain fell down on him angrily. I blushed and looked away. Even in the darkness I could see his intense blue eyes and they made me nervous. “What happened?” he asked when I said nothing right away. “I think my right rear tire blew out” I mumbled. “Got a spare?” he asked. I frowned then shook my head; I was so unprepared for stuff like this, so I felt a little embarrassed. “Well, looks like we’ve got a problem” he said as he stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at down at me. “Umm, do you have a phone on you?” I asked. He nodded and pulled it out of his back pocket and handed it to me. I dialed up Camber since I remembered that my mom was at work and wouldn’t answer her phone. “Hello” she answered. “Hey, it’s me Laney, my tire blew and I’m on the side of the road and my phone is freaking dead can you come get me?” I asked. “Sure, I’m on my way” she said and hung up. I handed Skip his phone back and gave him a shy smile. “Thanks” I said. He smiled. “Is someone coming or do you want a ride?” he asked. “My friend is coming, but thanks anyway” I said. He shrugged and started to back away. “See you around” was all he said and then he walked off. I heard a motorcycle start up and I watched as he pulled off. I sighed as I wondered what it would have been like riding on the back of a motorcycle with Skip, mostly I thought about how it would be to have him that close but when I realized what I was thinking I cleared my head and thought about anything but Skip and his glossy black motorcycle.
Camber showed up awhile after that. I made sure the windows were rolled up, the door was locked and I had my phone and keys before I made a run for it to Cambers punch bug. I hopped in and immediately asked for her phone. I called my mom and told her what happened and that my car was still on the side of the road. She said she would call someone to go get it before something happened to it but most of all she was just glad I was ok. Afterwards I got the nine degree by Camber. “Whose phone did you use?” she demanded. I looked out the window and prepared myself.
“Skip’s” I said as quietly as I could. “Shut up! Oh my gosh, this is good…please tell me you weren’t rude this time” she frowned. “No I wasn’t rude…” I mumbled, knowing that my two worded answers always made her angry. She wanted details, what clothes he was wearing, what his hair looked like, did he stare into my eyes or just my boobs. And sure enough she asked every question I guessed she would and I had to answer them. I decided not to tell her that he drove a motorcycle, I didn’t feel like hearing her get all worked up over it. She loved guys with motorcycles and she was dying to date one.
As we walked into the bowling alley she got excited all over again. “I just realized something!” she said in a sing song voice. “What?” I asked. “I now have Skip’s number!” she nearly screamed. My eyes widened and I felt like I just got slapped in the face. Camber was unreliable when it came to her and boys. My mind went through all the different things she could do. She could try to hook me up with him behind my back, she could try to get herself hooked up with him or she could use his number as a threat and black mail me to get me to do what ever she wants. I frowned then decided that I would ask to use her phone later and delete his number from her phone.
As we approached the group I started to feel a little nervous. Wes was here and I was pretty sure that Camber had told him something along the lines of me being obsessed with him, which I wasn’t. “Forgot to tell you Lamey, you look so cute!” she smiled as she eyed my outfit. I looked down at myself. I looked dainty with my vintage floral shirt, dark skinny jeans and nude flats, but just because I looked dainty didn’t mean I was. I could be quite the tomboy at times and I only dressed like this when I felt like it. My usual outfit would consist of graphic tees, skinny jeans, and converse. “Umm, thanks” I said looking anywhere but near where Wes was. “Wesley, doesn’t Laney look cute today?” Camber asked nonchalantly. My eyes widened and I elbowed her as I glared at the floor in embarrassment. “She sure does” he answered. I chanced a glance at him and blushed. His hazel eyes were focused on my face, I fidgeted, happy when Camber started talking. “So, who’s playing?” she asked, flipping her blonde hair here and there.
I sat in one of the plastic seats and watched as each person went. First Kyle, who was thin and pale and I had expected to get a gutter ball but he got a strike which surprised me. Second, Camber who got a gutter ball. Then, a girl who I think is named Faith went and she knocked down four pins then she got a spare. Wes went next getting himself a strike. After that, I lost track of who got what. I watched as they cheered and bantered with each other and wished that I didn’t feel like such an outsider. Later, most of them got hungry and went to the snack bar. I followed. After I got my drink I hopped on the bar stool and watched Camber from afar as she flirted with some random dude in the lane next to them.
“She’s pretty shameless” someone said, taking a seat next to me. I knew it was Wes and I suddenly felt all giddy and nervous. “She’s horrible” I smiled. “Can I ask you a question?” he asked turning towards me. I nodded, playing with my hands. “How are you two even friends, I mean, she’s…and you’re…” he paused, trying to think of a nicer way to put it. “What you mean is, how is a geek like me friends with Camber?” I said in a joking way. He shook his head. “No, I meant, how is a nice girl like you friends with a…umm…what’s a nice name for a girl who sleeps around a lot?” he asked. I laughed.
“I don’t think there are any, but I get what you mean and I don’t really know we just have always been different but it’s never really mattered, well not to me anyways” I explained, fiddling with my hands nervously. “Wes, you’re up!” Kyle called from the lane. Wes hopped down and stood there for a second. “Guess we’ll talk more later” he said but it sounded like a question. I nodded and smiled shyly, as he walked towards the group. I stayed where I was. I couldn’t believe I had just talked to him; I was surprised I didn’t stutter or say anything stupid.
Camber and I left early, and as we were going to leave Wes came up and hugged me. It was one of those lazy one arm hugs. My heart nearly exploded. He smiled down at me, showing off his dimples. I blushed and smiled back shyly. “We should hang out, soon” he said as he let me go. I nodded in agreement. Camber came up and linked arms with me pulling me towards the parking lot. “Well, I see you two hit it off and I didn’t even have to threaten anyone…it’s a good sign” she assured me. As soon as she said threaten I remembered that she had Skip’s number. “Can I use your phone again?” I asked.
She tossed it to me as she started the car and backed out. I went through her recent calls and deleted the only one that was unknown and then I dialed up my mom and told her I was on my way home. She was still at work so I would be alone, which was fine.
When Camber dropped me off I noticed my car in the drive way. I walked in the house and immediately noticed that I was really tired. I fumbled to my room in the dark and kicked off my shoes as I flopped on my bed. As I fell asleep, I thought of Skip then of Wes, they were the only two guys who had ever seriously paid any attention to me. The question was, who should I pay attention to?

Chapter three
I woke up to the smell of bacon. After stretching and yawning multiple times, I headed to the kitchen looking like yesterday. My mom was scrambling eggs when I walked in. She’s tall, dark haired, and is fair skinned. I got my tanned complexion from my dad, who is Italian. She eyed me as I stole some bacon.
That was the thing about us; we occasionally ate breakfast food in the afternoon. We were not morning people. “What are you doing today?” she asked as she handed me a plate. I shrugged as I put pancakes and bacon on my plate, avoiding the eggs. I hated them. “I was thinking about chilling for a little while at the park” I said stuffing my mouth with food. She stared at my face for a minute, her warm brown eyes reminding me of my own. “What?” I asked. She shook her head and showed a small smile. “Nothing, I just miss you is all” she said, smiling again. I wiped my mouth and grinned at her. “Love you” I said cheerfully. “I love you too” she said.
After I ate, I showered and dressed. I slid on a pair of skinny jeans with a dark blue tight fitted shirt, and my black flats. I headed out with my iPod and a book in tow. As I pulled into the parks parking lot I noticed that there was barely anyone here. Probably because it had rained yesterday and now the park was filled with puddles, but it was sunny out and I wasn’t worried about mud puddles. I followed the running trial into the thin wooded area to find a bench to read my book. I found one a little far back from the trail. I sat cross legged and put in my ear phones in as I opened my book. I wasn’t going to listen to music, it was just something I did so no one would come up and talk to me.
I figured if they thought I couldn’t hear them they wouldn’t bother me. While I read I would occasionally look up when a jogger would come pass me. It eventually got too hot for me to concentrate on reading. I had my hair up in a messy bun and my bang was sticking to my forehead from sweat. As I was debating whether I should leave or stay, a jogger caught my eye. He had on black basketball shorts and one of those white athletic shirts that people who actually exercise wears. I was pretty sure it was Skip. I wondered if he saw me. I glanced down at my book and pretended to be reading. He had seen me. I heard him approach slowly.
I looked up from my book to catch a sly smile and his intensely sharp blue eyes. I gave him a small smile. He was sweaty and his face was flushed. His hair was plastered to his forehead and his shirt was sticking to him from sweating, showing off his muscles. He sat next to me. I pulled out my ear phones and closed my book. “Don’t you think its weird how we keep running into each other?” he asked. I shrugged. “Never really thought about it” I answered. “I think it’s a sign” he said.
I uncrossed my legs and stretched them. “Really?” I said for lack of anything else to say. “Yeah, so that’s why I think you should hang out with me tonight” he said, his icy eyes probing me. I got the goose bump feeling again and still couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or not. I thought it over while I bit my lip. “Where would we go?” I asked. He thought for a second. “There’s not really much around here and I doubt you would let me take you out of town so I guess the movies” he answered. Around here, if a boy takes you to the movies it usually means that he wants to make out but when I go to the movies I actually watch the movie.
Even knowing this, I still wanted to see what it would be like to go out with Skip. “How’s your car?” he asked. “Fine, my mom got it towed to our house and a new tire put on” I answered. He nodded. “So what do you say, yay or nay?” he asked. I laughed. “Hmm, yay” I grinned. “I’ll pick you up at eight” he said. I looked down at my hands. My mom would flip out if she saw me get on the back of a motorcycle. “Umm, I doubt my mom will let me ride on the back of a motorcycle” I mumbled. A slow smile appeared on his face. “I have a car, what I don’t have is your number…you know, so I can find out where you live” he smiled at my expression and playfully elbowed me. He handed me his phone and I put in my name and number.
I gathered my belongings and stood, he copied me. “Guess I’ll see you later” he said. “Yep” I nodded and walked off towards the parking lot. He went the opposite way, continuing his jog. When I got to the parking lot I searched for his motorcycle and when I didn’t see it I guessed he took his car. When I got home I told my mom that I was going out tonight with Skip, she seemed surprised.
Afterwards I headed to my room to search for what I was going to wear tonight. I felt oddly giddy and kept shaking randomly like I was cold but I wasn’t. I chalked it up as bad nerves. I felt some mixed feelings about the whole thing. On one hand, Skip was a bit of a mystery and I wanted to see how much I could find out. On the other, Skip was a stranger, a hot one but still a stranger. He could be a murderer for all I knew.
I sighed as the shakiness retreated for the time being. I opened the door of my closet which was filled with graphic tees, skinny jeans, and on the closet floor lay flats and converses. I scratched the back of my head and started ruffling threw the overstuffed mess I called my closet. Nothing seemed to shout at me as I pulled out possible outfits. Soon I gave up and went to take a shower. I put on a tank top and shorts until it was time to get ready which wouldn’t be for…I looked at my alarm clock, four hours.
The shaky feeling came back and it kind of rocked my small frame. I laid down on my bed and rocked back and forth, which was something I usually did to fall asleep or calm myself. It didn’t really work; even my breathing came out shaky. What was wrong with me?
After awhile the shaking subsided. The only problem now was that I was sleepy. I watched TV for a while then with a grunt I got up and went back to my closet. I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, then I scavenged around and pulled out my gray tight fitted tee with the black print of The Beatles on it, the one with them walking across the street, and to finish my look I grabbed my black cardigan and some silver flats.
It was summer and all but the news reporter said it was going to be windy tonight, I get cold easily, hence the cardigan. I then made my way to the bathroom to figure out what to do with my hair. After flat ironing my hair I put on a little eyeliner, I wasn’t much of a make up wearer but I could handle eyeliner.
When I passed through the living room I saw mom putting on her nursing shoes. “You’re leaving?” I asked. She looked up at me when she was done sliding her feet in. “Sorry Hun…maybe if the date goes well, I’ll meet him next time” she shrugged with a guilty expression. I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment. “Call me when you’re on your way home and then call me when you get here” she instructed. I nodded again. “Do we need to have the talk again?” she asked. My eyes widened and I groaned. “No mother, please not that!” I begged. She chuckled. “Just checking, but I’m serious…no hanky panky until you’re out of my house and personally I would like you to be married first” she warned. My face turned beet red. “I know, I know…” I mumbled hating talking about this, especially with my mom. “I gotta get going, love you” she said, as she kissed my forehead and went for the door. “Who says hanky panky anymore, anyways?” I asked as she was just opening the front door. She laughed as she walked out.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 03.08.2011

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