Smashing Windows on the run
“Shit, shit,” Aaron breathes as we dart down an alleyway. “Damnit, Erik, in *public*? Seriously?”
Panting, I slam my back against the brick wall, huffing out a breath and watching it appear in the cold winter air.
Moments later, it fades, and a gush of wind brushes through my hair.
Turning to him, I shrug. “What? I saw an opportunity and didn’t want to pass it up.”
Frustratedly groaning, Aaron clenches his eyes shut and leans his head backwards, muttering, “You’re and idiot,” quietly.
There is a chance I am, but my mind has not been in the right place for the past few months, not since Ava got with *him* again.
Cole, the asinine, fashion-illiterate scumbag.
This may be the jealousy speaking—though I *do* have proof—but he is a complete douchebag and seeing *my* girl with him sents me into a rage.
Last week, on Saturday, when I caught him cheating on her, I was torn between feeling bad for Ava and being excited that she might finally dump him.
Sadly, she did not, but I also haven’t mentioned it to her. Part of me was hoping that another kid would have, or perhaps a rumor at school would break loose.
I have tried to tell her before that he is not good for her, but he has her in this annoying, fucked-up trance. She is blinded by her make-believe version of him.
Me and Aaron were walking through the city, and I purposefully chose the direction I knew Ava and *he* would be in.
I heard the news that they were going to watch a movie at the cinema. The word came from some random people in the hallway.
Call me a stalker, I do not care, but my plan was to keep it cool while I checked on them—on *her*.
But when I saw his car, I totally lost it.
(Scene from earlier)
After lighting a cigarette, Aaron lets his lighter snap shut and shoves it into his jacket pocket.
“Is this his car?” he questions, gesturing toward the piece of shit.
Nodding stiffly, I eye it warily.
Planting a hand on my shoulder, Aaron leans toward me.
Casting a glance in his direction, I watch as he takes the cigarette out of his mouth and peer at me.
“The one who cheated on Ava?”
Another nod is given to him.
Silence follows us up.
“Wanna do some damage to it?” he pulls away, and I can hear his footsteps retreating.
Caught off guard, I whip around, surprised to see him scanning the streets for something.
“What?”
Trudging toward a bench covered in snow, he leans over and shouts, “I asked—“ straightening his back, he clutches an abanonded baseball bat. Facing me again, I catch notice of the smug grin on his face. “Do you want to do some damage to it?”
“Ah,” nervsouly scratching the side of my hat, I peek at the car. “I don’t know.”
Aaron is known for making rash decisions, but I am not. My plans have always been well thought out, never impulsive.
Spontaneous does not fit my character.
“It might not be him, but you can always imagine it is. His head is big enough.”
Snorting, I can’t help but grin at Aaron’s remark. “It’s bigger.”
“Eh, fuck calculating.”
Frowning again, I stare at the veichle with hesitance before making the decision to let loose.
Holding my hand out, I tell him, “Hand it over.”
“Oh, shit—you’re doing this?—*Erik Garner* is committing a crime?”
Rolling my eyes, I steal the bat from him. “It’s now or never, and I’ll do more damage to the bastard’s face when I next see him if I don’t.”
“I’m impressed.” he muses.
I raise the bat and then freeze.
Dropping it, I dig in my coat for the pocket knife I keep with me. Pulling it out, I crouch down.
Confused, Aaron questions, “What are you doing?”
“Something,” I mumble while etching out the letters C-H-E-A-T-E-R onto the side of his car.
It is freezing out, yet my skin is hot and tingling. Tossing the knife onto the sidewalk, I retrieve the bat and prepare myself.
“Fuck you, Cole Lawson.” I whisper before swinging it directly into his windshield with full force.
Maybe hockey and tennis *is* paying off.
—
Shortly after that, people began to freak out around us—which makes sense—and the police were called.
Sirens blared in the distance, and I watched as red and blue lights flashed on the street.
“Take my hand.” Aaron demands, accidentally slamming it against my chest.
Reeling back, I shove it off. “What?—no thanks.”
“Dumbass,” heavily breathing, he jerks me toward him, and I nearly trip. “It’s not like I’m asking you to marry me. I’m trying to save your life!”
Using his sleeve to steady myself, I glare at him. “Yeah, well, keep yelling and we will both be screwed.”
“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head. “I could bail myself out of jail if I wanted to.”
“So could I!” I exclaim, frantically looking around us.
Pushing me to the side, he urges me to dip around the corner, and I listen. Following me, he kneels down by a big box. I copy him, and a faint whistle of wind makes me shiver.
“It stinks.” I declare after a few seconds of nothing.
His head snaps in my direction, and I observe the way his gaze slips past me for a moment.
With a sigh, he states, “For someone so incredibly smart, you would think they’d be more aware of their surroundings.”
“You are—“ I cut myself off after glimpsing behind me and seeing a large, rundown, green dumpster.
Flustered, I defend myself by saying, “I never said I was street-smart.”
Arching a brow, he tilts his head. “You believe I haven’t noticed?”
Shrugging nonchalantly, I truthfully tell him, “Sometimes you’re so caught up in yourself that I don’t think you do.”
He nods in agreement. “Yeah, except I do.”
“Whatever you say.” I mumble.
“Exactly what I say.” he counters with a slight smile.
I absolutely loved the hook of this piece, wondering what, exactly, did Erik do in public. Some notes, however. Using asterisks works in a role play setting or perhaps in text, but in prose it does not work. Where you have asterisks try using italics instead. That easy to fix issue aside, another wonderful piece to add to your portfolio.
Thank you! Haha, I am still learning how to use the app, so I appreciate the feedback!