The Game

Following Monica::

As soon as school let out at 3: 00 sharp, Monica bolted from her seat to her locker. Putting in the combo and throwing it open she grabbed her Misfits bag, threw in the stuff she didn’t need (In the locker) and slammed it closed.

She spun the dial to make sure it was locked, then jiggled the latch.
Locked.

Sighing contently, she ran out the door and down the street where the statue was.

"Monica!"

She expected to see Mikey but stopped running to see Derek. "Hey." she greeted.

He walked beside her down the side walk, hands in his pockets.

"Whats up?" He asked.

"Not much. Aren't you worried about talking to me? With me hanging out with that ‘freak’ (finger quotes)"

"Look, I was outta line. I’m sorry, see, I don’t take to Wa-"

"Mikey. His name is Mikey." She interjected.

"Mikey. Okay. Any way I’m just asking.......why do you hang out with him?"

Monica blushed slightly "He’s nice. He’s just misunderstood, and no one talks to him. He gets bullied all the time and doesn't do a thing about it. He’s smart and clever........"

"Are you crushing on Wa- Mikey?" Derek flinched at the name.

Monica’s eyes widened "No! I just met him today." Somehow she knew she was lying a little.

"Ooookay then." Derek grinned and they neared the statue.

"So, uh whats up doc?" Monica asked.

They stopped walking and now stood at the statue.

"Well uh," Derek rubbed the back of his neck "I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out sometime."

Monica looked surprised "Uh, I......don’t know."

"Come on, please? I gotta big dick." He smirked.

"I’m a virgin Derek. I plan to stay that way. I’m sorry but I want more of a relationship then sex." She wrinkled her nose.

"I’d kiss you to!" he leaned in only to be pushed back my his chest by Monica’s small hands.

"No thanks." She said.

"You don’t mean that baby." His voice was low and he leaned closer ignoring her step back and hands trying to push him away.

His lips connected with hers and his arm crushed her body to his.

Derek’s tongue shoved its way into Monica’s mouth.

Not knowing what to do and feeling used, Monica swung her hand and, frankly, bitch slapped him.

He let go immediately and grabbed his already bruising cheek. "You fucking bitch!"

Tears dampened Monica’s eyes, anger raged in Derek’s.

He raised a hand to hit her but suddenly, it was caught.

"Don’t touch my girlfriend." Mikey said menacingly.

Girlfriend?

Monica went with it, but she’d never seen this side of Mikey. It was dangerous, and it scared her.

But right now, she was grateful for it.

"Girlfriend? Could’a told me that you slut! " Derek jerked his hand out of Mikey’s hold and stomped away.

Mikey stood about 3 feet from Monica. He wanted to hold her, but he also wanted to go after Derek and his friend Shawn and make them play The Game. He wanted to feel their blood on his hands, to feel the warm liquid run down his arms.

He planned on it.

In time.

(He didn’t hug Monica because the rage he felt might make him hurt her.)

Sniffle, sniffle.

He looked to see tears shine as they flew down Monica’s pale cheeks. His hazel eyes widened and he found himself taking her into his arms and holding him stroking her hair.

She snuggled into his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"What did he do?" He murmured into her hair.

"He.....he kissed me. I pushed him away the first time but the second time.....(Sniff, sniff)"

This pushed Mikey over the edge. Monica was his. (In his mind)

His heart increased speed and he shoved Monica away and took off after Derek.