Welcome to your WILD SIDE

It's been two years since Mickey died, Drea hasn't been able to move one. Yet she still hold a good grip on the party-hard life style she's always lived. On a day that represents his and her birthday, she meets a guy who 'has eyes you can drown in'. Her friends say it's time to get back out there but she just isn't sure. This new stranger is just like her only love- Mickey. He's sweet, he's exotic, he's gorgeous, he can live up to the promises Mickey didn't get to keep. This wild, bad girl is everything he wants. The more she trusts this boy the more she falls for him, they search for the words and can't reach them. His secrets escape as someone who's hiding from his past of a troubled night he can't remember what happened except the rush of being on the run.
He clears his name, he's prepared for a good life, he wants Drea's hot model body, from her head to her toe beside him- even on top of him, but is shel to busy taking care of her inner tiger, he wont be able to tame her himself?


2. Where's Callie


    After me and Mickey walked out of our 2nd period class, we turned the old navy blue corner that matches our school colors. We saw a bunch of kids running down stairs, which is the 9th grade hall. Carson was wearing her casual worn out jeans and black t-shirt and Emma who was dressed from head-to-toe in black, trying to find her personality -we hoped that wasn’t it. I broke my dress-code check when I didn’t see Callie, 

“Hey, where’s Callie?” I looked and tried to see if she was following behind, nothing but a bunch of unfamiliar faces. Someone had shoved past Mickey, then he added to my question, 

“Yeah, and where are all these idiots going? Next one who bumps me is getting my fist stuck down their throat.” 

I looked at him kinda wide eyed, he was always taking up for him and the family but usually his threats aren’t that bad, I knew he was getting some kind of vibe and it wasn’t a good one. 

Some random 9th grader skipped by and yelled, “FIGHT! FIGHT!!” And his question was answer just as he asked.

“Well apparently there’s a fight or something,” Emma replied sarcastically.

“Well Callie never misses a fight.” 

Carson put the pieces together and we all knew Callie’s got herself in a little trouble. 

We all ran past others, and soon enough we had front row seats to a teacher less area were a screaming match was being held, and suddenly one, two, three hits pound into Callie’s jaw she fell back and I jumped in. Emma helped Callie out of that spot but she still wanted a little more so she held her back while I worked my moves. 

I threw my fist left, then right, and stepped a foot away, I wanted this to be a fair match. She came closer, her arms outstretched and her hands slipping through her long-sleeve sweater grabbing for my neck. I tried to dunked but it was too late, my throat was in the hands of a mad girl who I knew was gonna hold a grudge when i’m done with her. I though she lifted me about half a foot off the spinning ground, then I saw my boots swinging for gravity and I knew it was a fact. I knew I had to do something so I kicked her gut and she released my neck just as I planned. I hit the ground on all fours like a spooked cat, while she had the same form and holding her stomach as she forced herself up. We were going at it, like cazy

She had taken karate when she was like five, with her parents being as rich as they were, to them it was just another dollar lesson to keep a wining kid out of their hair. I learned a bunch of moves from watching Benny, my oldest stepbrother who is now 27, get into scrapes with the other kids in the neighborhood. Street fighting ran through my blood, along with a bad attitude, perfect charm, criminal skills and rap sheet, plus a crooked smile which showed people I know what i’m doing, most of the time.

My flash back of training came to a halt when I felt a sharp pain in my side. I hunched over as my inside carried themselves against the wall of my stomach.

“Knife fight!!!” The crowd called. I held my own blood in the palm of my hand, which dripped onto the sidewalk with cracks in it since three years ago.

It stung like hell, but I kept swinging any way, i’m smart, were it counts. I knew all the MMA(Mixed Martial Arts) tricks there were, so if I played my cards right I could give her a straight knock-out. I threw a couple more rounds of my fists of steel, then realized she’s not on the ground begging for mercy, something inside me snapped and punched harder and quicker.     Then two right hooks, one after another, and a kick all into her jaw and down she went. I got dizzy and didn't remember anything but waking-up the next morning with a swollen lip and blistering headache.

I sat up and endured the pain in my brain that managed to shoot its way up and down my body several times. I looked around and realized I was in Mickey’s room, in his bed again. I walked myself down the very familiar hallway and into the bathroom, where I was greeted with a picture not as bad as I thought it would be. I laughed in victory and suddenly heard my name in two cheerful fifteen year old girls’ voices.

“Yeah, i’m in here!” I exclaimed to match my voice with theirs.

“Mickey’s out getting Nana some more milk for dinner.” Emma said, and walked me out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where nana’s homemade mashed potatoes filled my nose.

“Hey mean girl, you hungry?” Mickey’s grandmother said when I made it into the room, where she put out five plates on the dinning table, Ricco my second oldest step brother had gotten her for christmas. She walked over and gave me a big bear hug, when I scrunched up my nose from my knife wound.

“I’m sorry sweetie, hear let’s go change that gauze before Tweety gets home.” Tweety, Mickey’s nickname he got it because he used to sing to his younger sisters every night, sometimes he’s just too sweet.

She took me back to the bathroom and helped me up on to the counter, then she felt around in the medicine cabinet that hung on the citrus orange colored wall, under a framed footprints picture and poem. Finally she found what it is she was looking for and laid it next to my thick tanned thigh.

“The girls were freaking out when they found out you didn’t wakeup this morning,” She smiled at the memory, even giggled a little bit.

Nana helped me take off my tank-top and unwrap the used gauze and tape to where a huge slit under my rib was exposed. As she helped me into my new armor, she commented in a sweet, quiet tone:

“Mickey was a little upset that you jumped in without any notice,”

“Come on, I threw my stuff down, isn’t that good enough?”

“Apparently not. You now he is-” before she could finish her sentence, we heard the front door open and close quietly, and then,  “Is Drea up yet?”

“We’re in here!” I said excitedly.

Nana looked up and saw that his hands were empty, 

Boy, you better have gotten my milk,” she said irately. 

“It’s in the kitchen, I guess I can take over here?” he said, more of a statement than a question. She simply walked out the door but quickly came back in the doorway and gave me a wink. Mickey turned around and she was gone, he shook his head, smiled and closed the door.

“You know you’ve slept through the day? I mean it’s about 8:30, I think.” he asked as he unwrapped nana’s work.


“Yeah I guess, umm may I ask what you’re doing?”

“Just wanna see how bad it is,” he replied innocently. 

When he finally got most of the gauze out of the way, he got to see most of my bruised stomach, then edged a little close to examine my pain. He slowly, gracefully rubbed his tender finger over the cut, he looked at me and smiled.

“Hang in there babe. You know I almost jumped in the fight but I couldn’t,” his eyes carried mine, his voice deepened, and he started breathing a little rough. He didn’t back out of his chore, though.

“Yeah, no one really wants to get in the middle of a cat fight,” I said, starting to chuckle but stopped when I realized he didn’t. I carried on and quickly got serious, “What do you mean?”

“We can’t talk here, come on, i’ll try to get out of dinner, go get us some cloths.” 

Mickey left the room and headed to the dinning room table, where he buttered up nana before he made his move. I slowly managed my way upstairs as he told me to. 

When I reached his room, I picked up my cloths that I wore the day before that laid next to the doorway.

 I examined a huge slit that was about an inch and half long. I tossed the old white t-shirt in the trashcan along with my holy blue jeans after I realized a couple blood stains on the side. 

I got our clothes together and placed them in my backpack that laid next to the bed. Right as I began to head downstairs he called to me, “Drea, you ready?”

“Yeah!” I yelled back and held my side. He ran to me, swept me off my feet and carried me down stairs then out the backdoor, where he placed me into the car I got last year for my 19th birthday. 

Carefully, he put me in the passenger side and buckled my seatbelt. He walked to the driver side, where the car was already running. We kicked some gravel which hit the neighbors window and we just laughed it off.


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