Cut: An Underdog's Story

Chapter Nine: Wesley The Grumpy Troll

Keaton's POV

I ran for as long as i could then turned a corner onto a random alley and leaned against the wall. Bracing myself, putting my hands on my knees as my breaths came in heavy puffs. That had scared the living he*l out of me. "What just happened?!" I asked turning to face Meagan, but no one was there. "Meagan?" I asked breathily, pushing myself on the wall and unsteadily walking forward. I peeked around the corner of the building. No one.

She had lied, she probably knew she wouldn't be following me. In my haste to get away i hadn't noticed, but i still felt like a jerk for running and not making sure she was behind me like she had said she would be.

I looked around to make sure no one was following me and tried to get my bearings. But i couldn't recognize any street i was on, and i had been so panicked on my escape that i couldn't remember the way i came here; so i couldn't back track to her house. I was now officially screwed. I sighed and ran a hand worriedly over my face. Pulling out my phone, i tried to find the closest road sign. Once i accomplished this i typed into my phone for a GPS. I saw my house was about 4 miles from where i was, there was no way i was walking that far. I pulled up Wesleys contact and sighed as i hit the 'call' button. On the fourth ring, he finally picked up.

"Hello?" He sounded sleepy, which threw me off. "Were you asleep?" I asked, walking towards the end of the next street, because i was still in the shady part of town; so i didn't want to stay in one place for too long. "No sh*t sherlock." He sighed loudly, yawning afterwards. "Well someones a little grumpy." I teased. "What do you want Keaton? Because you're dangerously close to being hung up on." Wesley huffed. "I need a ride, I'm not in the best part of town and I'm like 4 miles from the house." I said, half way down the road i was walking on.

"Now why the heck are you there?" He asked, and i realized he had to be in the hallway of the school, because i could hear lockers closing. Sh*t. I had woke him up from sleeping in class, he had asked to go to the bathroom, only to answer my call like a grumpy troll. "I'll explain later, just hurry." I rushed, thinking i heard something behind me. I picked up my pace, half jogging down the next street, taking a right like i had saw my phone had said, and kept running. "Well what road are you on?" Wesley asked, and i could hear the car door open and then close, before i heard the engine rev up. "St. Andrews Lane." I said, finally stopping at that road sign so Wesley could find me easily. I heard him curse through the phone.

"When you said you were in the bad part of town, you weren't kidding." Wesley muttered, and i heard the tires screech before the line went dead.

I stopped momentarily, wondering why he was so worried about me being on that particular street, and it scared me slightly that he really was that worried about me. I paced beside the road sign as I watched both sides of the road, waiting for Wesley's jeep to pull up, and to make sure no one else was here. Finally, i saw the black jeep round the corner and speed down the street, just as two guys strolled out of the alley, one looked like he was six foot tall, at least, and he had brown hair and green eyes. He looked like he was twenty or so. The other one was slightly shorter, had blonde hair, brown eyes. Looked younger as well, but they were both taller than me by far. My breath quickened as their vision turned towards me, the tallest one eyeing me down, like he was sizing me up for a fight. I saw that he had a huge tattoo on his right bicep, a tree with a knife going trough the roots. I backed up slightly and they ran back into the alley as Wes's jeep stopped beside me.

I turned and quickly hopped into the vehicle, shutting the door and hoping that those guys didn't come back out of the alley before me and Wesley were well out of there. "Why do you look so scared?" Wesley asked, driving off slowly, and every fiber of me wanted to yell at him to speed up, but i didn't. "I- I thought i heard something." I stammered, scrambling for a believable lie, for some reason i just didn't want to tell him about the two guys. "Scaredy cat." I heard Wes mumble under his breath as he watched the road wearily. I knew he wouldn't admit it to me in a million years, but he was afraid to be here as well.