I know. I said I was discontinuing this story but I couldn't do it. I stayed up all night thinking, and I came up with this chapter. I'm sorry for the long wait, and hope you all enjoy it. Please review! It means so much to me.

Chapter 2

Of Creepers and Dead Jerks

So…yeah.

It's official.

Hitchhiking is a lot harder in real life than it is in the movies. Right now, I'm wishing I had the skills of the idiots in the horror films who were always able to hitchhike a ride with the killer. Even though the rides resulted in their deaths, at least they were able to get out of the hot sun.

Evil, dead, dumb, jerks.

For the past ten minutes I have been standing on the corner of a busy road, with my finger out, like an idiot I might add, trying to catch a ride. The only things I had managed to catch so far were weird stares from drivers passing me, pitying looks from people who thought I was a homeless teenager, and they didn't even help, and fried, frizzier hair, with my relaxed hair half-way sweated out.

I was having tons of fun. No—scratch "tons." I was having oodles of fun.

A one woman party.

I need a band though. Any takers?

Please alert the circus that I no longer need them to entertain me; I've gotten really good at doing it myself. —Don't actually tell the circus that. I love watching them and I don't want them to avoid my town again.

Yep.

According to my fun-dar, my life is officially sucking.

No. I'm not going to be stupid enough to say it can't possibly get any worse, because it can get worse. I know it can. So, those words are not going to come out of my mouth.

After holding my thumb out for five more minutes, I decided that, yes, I needed a break. My feet were killing me, and the sun was scorching me. I think I deserved a small rest.

I happily settled onto the damp grass below me, lazily plucking up grass while I rested. Plucking grass is a very interesting sport, and it requires precision, delicacy, and a lot of attention. It should be an Olympic sport. After four-square that is. Of course, plucking grass is more tedious and nerve-wracking; it takes you away from everything. You're in a completely new world. That could be why I was extremely surprised when I heard a loud honk directed, at least that's what it sounded like, at me.

I jumped, involuntarily almost 3 feet into the air, and swung my arm forward as if to swat at enemies who startled me. I probably should have made sure my purse wasn't in my hands because the next thing I knew, I was scrunched up in the fetal position, hugging, cradling, and caressing, my throbbing eye. I heard faint moaning, and I guess it had to be me, because I didn't see anyone else suddenly get injured. I don't know why it hurt as much as it did. I had hit myself in the eye several times before. With a pole, a bat, my hair, the remote…the list goes on. Maybe that's why my eyesight isn't the best….

I felt a few tears leaking out of the corner of my eye, and quickly wiped them away. I pushed myself back into a sitting position and slowly tried to open my damaged eye. The scene was blurry, and painful, but I knew what I saw at first. There were the faces of about three guys surrounding me, their expressions unreadable due to my…condition.

I scooted back a little, away from their invasion of my personal space. I was just about to tell them to back up, when one began to speak.

"Are you ok? You took a really hard blow there to the face."

I looked at them again, blinking my eye continually, ignoring the slight pain, until I could see their faces. They all looked genuinely concerned.

"It would be a shame for a nice dame like you to damage one of those cute eyes."

Ok. So they weren't really concerned. They were just…creepers. Dame? Who says that?

I looked at the only one who was speaking. He had a little, playful smirk on his lips, and I seriously wanted to knock it off.

I put on a fake smile for him, not quite sure what type of vibe I was picking up from these guys yet and slowly rose from my position. I lightly wiped the grass from my pants, making sure to avoid the back; the three guys were watching my every move.

A different one decided to speak, and he actually looked more genuine than the other two, and sounded truthful. Of course, I could be wrong again.

"How's your eye, there?"

"It's better than when it was hit. It's still not fine though."

He nodded in understanding. The other two, the creeper who called me a dame, and the silent one were just staring at us. The silent one had on a dark hoodie, and I couldn't see his face, but he was the only one with dyed black hair out of the group. The other two were blond, although, the 'dame' one had dirty blond hair and the one who seemed less creepy had platinum blond hair.

They were an odd group, and silence lapsed between us for awhile. The platinum blond one saw my backpack, and his face suddenly lit up. He whispered something extremely softly to the dirty blond haired one, probably the leader, and kept nodding towards my backpack. They both whispered to the one with black hair, and I finally heard his voice.

A croaked out, "Okay," came out, and I was surprised by its roughness.

I was pulled from my thoughts when the platinum blond turned back to me. He started shuffling his feet, as if he were nervous.

"Hey. Umm…we noticed that you had a backpack. What school do you go to?"

I was completely shocked by that question. Sure I was looking for a ride, but these guys initially scared me, and just because one seemed "less creepy," they were all probably creepers.

They didn't even look my age. They were too old to be in high school, I hoped, and shouldn't have been asking me about my school.

I tensed up slightly, and looked him in the eyes.

"What does it matter?" I asked him sharply.

If they were taken aback by my response, I prefer the term attitude myself, they didn't show it.

"Well," he chuckled. "You look lost. You need a ride to school. It's obvious."

I scowled inwardly.

"What makes you think I'm not an adult? Or a runaway?" I scoffed. "Who said I even go to school?

They all laughed at me, even the brooding one.

"Look. It's obvious you can't be more than 16, so don't act like you're older."

They were right. I was running out of ideas, and fast. I did the only thing I could think of.

"Who are you guys anyways? You expect for me to get a ride with strangers?"

Yeah. I know. That was stupid. I am trying to get a ride with strangers, but they didn't need to know that. For all they knew, I was a scared student, who was waiting for the bus.

The dirty blond one nodded slowly. He smirked at me saying "I'm Ray."

The platinum pulled off a charming smile. "The name's Dylan."

The one with the dark hair stayed quiet for awhile before muttering, harshly, "Charlie."

Ray grinned at me slyly. "What's your name? It's only a fair exchange."

True. Great. I was definitely not going to give them my real name. What's a good fake name?

"Kathy." I said confidently. "I'm Kathy."

Ray smirked again. "Well, Kathy. We're not strangers now, are we?"

I looked down at my bag, and tried thinking of possible ways to get out of this.

Remember when I said I wish I had the idiots from the horror film's secret ways of catching a ride? Well….I take that back.

Ray, Dylan, and Charlie may, or may not, have been murderers, but they were extreme creepers. That was scary enough for me.

I had just thought of something when a huge honk knocked me out of my thoughts.

I looked out into the street, and an Oldsmobile was parked right in front of us, with an older man driving. He rolled down his window, and shouted, hoarsely, "Get in here girl. You know I have to be somewhere."

I stood there stunned for a minute. Shocked at this amazing opportunity.

I had two choices.

One, go with the three guys, whose names I just learned.

Or….

Two, go with the older guy. Even if he's a pedophile, I'm younger and I have more life in me. At least there's only one of him.

I looked at the guys, and then the old man.

This was going to be a little difficult, truthfully.

I stood there for awhile, thinking of my chances of survival with each. Yeah, I know; I'm paranoid. Get over it. My friends managed to do it within the first year they met me.

Which one should I choose? Not that your opinion matters...

Without finishing my thoughts, I chose the smartest form of transportation and silently picked up my backpack, and purse, and glared at the three guys, rushing over to the parked car.

I got into the passenger's seat, and put my stuff on the floor.

I saw them watching, and leaned close to the man, and said, at medium volume, "Hey, grandpa. Sorry, but I missed the bus."

He saw them too, and played along. "It's ok, sugar."

He waved to the guys, and quickly drove off.

I saw them disappearing in the rear view mirror.

I had to choose between three extremely good looking, young, creepy guys who had a thing for me, and an old man who randomly showed up; who could be a serial killer, a torturer, or a pedophile.

And, I chose the old man.

I just hope I don't end up shredded from a cheese grater....

Wish me luck?