NYBF

THE HELL IS HE DOING. I peeked through, not daring to take a step inside with all those drunk scary looking dudes. I just kept my eyes on Jacin, shivering from head to toe. I'm not so sure it was the brisk night air that did it though. Maybe it was just the mixed emotions inside of me. How badly I wanted to grab Jacin and run away, but I knew he had his reasons. I just hoped they were good ones. Jacin's a fighter. He's a fighter. I kept repeating reassuring thoughts in my head. But what was he doing? What did he THINK he was doing?

What the f*ck? I probably mumbled more cusses than half of the population of the earth knew. First he split his lip. Next the demented Strong Man of the circus had a RAZOR BLADE. Oh My Gods. I wanted to grab him and run. But something told me to watch. To wait. I've never listened to that thing called patience many times, but I did now.

My jaw was clenched and my hands were balled into fists so hard it hurt. Not out of anger, but just about everything else there is. Wacko strongman. Even better. Should I? Should I not? Jacin got cut badly. I replayed the moment in my mind when I saw his face. A scratch under his eye. That was what made me quickly dart into the room, ducking and dodging. I didn't dare act like I was supposed to be there, it would never work. They all seemed too drunk and occupied to notice. I raced up the stairs, light on my feet to be as quiet as I could. The...kitchen. There was nobody there except for one familiar face, whom I ran up to and burst at. "Jacin Freaking Heriss! What was that?" I gestured a hand down the stairs. I never said his last name to him before, I'm not sure why. I think because that's what moms call you when you're angry. Did I come off angry? I'm just scared out of my wits.

"YOU need to get back to camp!" I said in an angry whisper. "You do realize that this sh*t is illegal!" I wanted to grab him in a hug and just tell him that this was okay, but I knew it wasn't. It wasn't okay at all. I've been cussing so much out of my nervousness and anxiety. But hey, I knew more bad words when I was six than half the people on this earth do right now.

"Why couldn't you just be a nice little cashier at Walgreens or something?" I whispered with a small, quiet laugh, burying my head in his chest. "Nice cut you got there."

"Well I didn't expect you like THIS!" I said with a sigh. I wrapped my arms around his back tightly.

"Hey, no ideas." I shot him a look.

This is a disaster. I squeezed myself inside the pantry quickly, following Jacin's orders as the footsteps grew louder. I tried to peer through the small crack where the pantry and it's door met. All I saw was Jacin and the first aid kit.

"I don't care! Up next? Jacin, no way!" I threw my hands in the air and whispered in a tone that seemed like I was raising my voice.

"I'm not leaving. I'm waiting outside." I gave him a scowl and grabbed an alcohol wipe from the first aid kit, tossing it at Jacin. I made a quick and quiet break for the stairs without checking to see if he caught it. I just have to watch him from outside. I have to. I hate myself for giving in. Damn it damn it damn it.
I breathed in a large breath outside in the brisk wind. I can't believe this.

I just sat there, his hoodie around my neck, toying with his shirt aimlessly. It smelt like him. He smelled like cologne and grass. They should make that into an air freshener. I put the shirt to my face and sighed. A drip of water fell on my shoulder. Then on my head. Then on Jacin's hoodie. And just like that it began to downpour, leaving me and Jacin's top and hoodie soaked, strands of hair in my face. I just sat there, my legs folded in a pretzel position.

I laughed a little, "You didn't GO TO JAIL yet?" I raised an eyebrow, wrapping an arm around his neck.