"Hey Donny," I greeted. I even waved, but the man I was talking to didn't even notice, or he was ignoring it. It was most likely the latter. I was walking, a bike close to my side. I had barrowed my neighbor's again, only this time I had asked. Donny stood next to a blue door, his back pressed against the brick front of the building he was leaning on. A yellow neon sign flickered above him, casting a scary shadow on his face. Even so, I didn't stop moving towards him.
He was about a whole head taller than I was, and he had the world's bluest eyes. His skin was dark, like it had always been, but in the night it looked even darker. He was always dying his hair different colors, and as of right now it was a bright green. A white oversize jacket hung from his thin person. Under that jacket was a plain black t-shit. He wore jeans, and his casual boots. His face was sulken in, and half of it had traces of a five o'clock shadow. He looked a lot like the man I hung out around in college, but I knew better. He was different, changed.
"Donny," I repeated. I snapped my fingers in his face, now that I was close enough. That finally got his attention. His blue eyes jumped straight to mine.
My heart almost stopped, because no matter how many times I looked into them, or how well I got to know him, he woud always seem dangerous. At the sight of me, he smiled. "You're on time," he said. He seemed impressed.
"Actually," I said, "I'm early." I rocked back and forth on my feet.
Donny's eyebrows raised and he took a look at his watch. "Nice."
I nodded. "Yep."
"So, are you ready to do this?" he asked.
"Nope," I said. I popped my p.
Donny scoffed, and he shook his head like he couldn't believe it. His blue eyes narrowed in a deadly way, then they slid to me. My heart fluttered. His lip curled slightly, like he was mad at the world.
"What?!" I gave him a look, too, though mine was more childish-angry, and it did nothing against his intimidating gangster face. "I will never be ready for this," I hissed, pointing at the door. "Never."
"I'm not taking you in there unless you're ready," he said. His voice was soft, but rough enough to send chills down my spine. I flinched at his words, and he looked me up and down, a small scowl on his face. "You're too soft. Is that it? You're out?"
"I can't be out, Donny," I said, like he was stupid. "I have to do this." I sighed, and closed my eyes, suddenly really exhuasted. "I need the money."
"Then why are you being such a pussy?"
I balled my fist up, ready to hit him, but those eyes stopped me. I just growled instead. "I'm not a pussy."
"Prove it, get in there." He nodded his head towards the door next to us.
"Now you're just being an asshole."
He smirked, sexy and intimidating at the same time. "It's my job," he looked me up and down that same scowl taking over his features, "pussy." My chest heaved with every breath I took, and in all of my anger, I didn't even notice the way the mood suddenly changed. It became more serious. Donny took my arm. His grip was tight. "Get inside, Beth." I let out a whimper, and he threw my arm away, as if disgusted. I stumbled back away from him. He was a lot stronger than he was in college, too.
We were silent for a momet long moment, both staring at each other. We were both ashamed. He was ashamed of touching me. I was ashamed of how afraid I was to get in there. The tension was thick enough to cut it with a knife.
"Those guys are gonna tear you apart," he said, breaking the silence. It wasn't a warning. It was truth, cold, bitter truth. It was going to be a brutal battle behind those doors.
I sighed. My sigh was shakey. I looked down at his boots. "I know..."
He looked at me, and then checked his watch. "It's almost time--get inside, Beth. If you don't, they'll start without you and this was for nothing."
I sighed again, and nodded. "Fine." I put my hand on the door and gave it a small shove, then glanced back at Donny. "Are you coming in with me?" My voice was quietter than I expected.
Donny rolled his eyes, but nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Anything for you, princess." He took my hand and gave it a squeeze. The action relaxed me, and I took a deep breath. A smile shadowed my lips, and I nodded again. Then I opened the door.