"No! I don't want to go see that!," Danielle sighed in frustration setting the newspaper down on the counter.
"Well, I don't want to go see your stupid movie either!," Daniel exclaimed. Clint rolled his eyes and took a seat next to Daniel.
"What the hell are you two bickering about this time?," he asked laughing.
"I say we go see "10 Things I Hate About You", but Daniel says we go see that new sci-fi movie," she whined.
Daniel turned to Clint, "The Matrix."
"Oh! That looks like a good movie. I was watching Siskel-," Clint began to explain.
"Clint!," Danielle exclaimed. Clint rolled his eyes and shut his mouth. An idea popped into his head.
"How about we just go skating or to the mall. We don't have to see a movie," he suggested. Danielle pouted.
"Fine, have it your way. But I'm eating first. All this arguing has made me hungry," Danielle stated. Clint laughed. They ordered their food and talked about everything and anything until it came. Clint poured some ketchup on his fries and happily munched on them. He heard a bell jingle which meant someone had walked into the diner. Danielle sucked in her breath.
"What is she doing here?," she whispered under he breath to Daniel. He shrugged and bit into his burger. Curious to find out who it was, Clint wiped his face off with a napkin and looked up. Standing over by the cash register was one of the most interesting looking girls he had ever seen. She had long blackish brown hair to her mid back with maroon streaks through it. She was wearing a black slip dress and black fish net stockings and black combat boots. The one thing missing from this gothic picture was snow colored skin. Her skin was a warm tan cream color. Her soft brown eyes were lined with a thick black eyeliner and her lips bore bright red lipstick. She had a silver cross hanging around her neck on a silver chain. Around her wrist were thousands of bracelets. Clint studied her, removing his sunglasses.
"I heard she just got out of rehab for a $10,00 cocaine addiction and her parents moved here to keep her away from where she lived before," Danielle whispered. Clint looked over at Danielle.
"Do you believe everything you hear?," he asked. Danielle stuck her tongue out and popped a fry into her mouth. Clint turned back to the girl. At this point most of the teens in the diner were pointing at her or looking and whispering about her.
"I heard she was a prostitute and she is here to stay away from her pimp," some girl in the corner whispered. Clint looked in their direction
"Well, Leslie Thomas told me that she tried to kill herself and refused to go to church, so she is going to St. Victoria's All Girl Catholic School," the other one whispered. Clint tore his gaze from them and looked back at the girl. It was obvious she had heard the whispering. She was scowling and staring at the intricate pattern on the counter top. A twinge of pity shot through Clint's mind. He slowly got up and walked over to her. He sat himself down in the chair next to her. Not quite knowing what to do, he looked back at his friends. Danielle's jaw looked as if it had become disconnected from her face and had fallen onto the counter top. Daniel looked just as confused as Clint felt. He looked around the diner. People were pretending to focus on their own conversations, but the eerie quietness told Clint otherwise. He swivled his chair to face the girl. She looked up at him and tucked a strand of her hair that had fallen in her face, behind her ear. Clint noticed a silver stud in her nose. She looked him over and her eyes met his.
"Yes? Can I help you with something?," she asked cooly. She had a slight Brooklyn accent. Clint self consciously smiled.
"Your new in town, right?," he asked.
"No, I have lived next door to you all my life," she said sarcastically. Clint bit his lip and thought. The girl laughed, "yes, I am I moved here from Queens last month. I'm Becka."
She held out her hand, and Clint shook it, "I'm Clint."
"Nice to meet you Clint," she smiled warmly. What happened to a book being judge by it's cover?, he thought. This girl was nice.
"Likewise! So me and my friends are going to the mall or something, wanna come?," Clint could hear (NL) whine. The girl looked past him. Then back at him.
"Nah, I think I'll pass," she mumbled turning back to her menu. Clint turned around and shot Danielle a glare. She stopped. He turned back to Becka.
"Come on, I insist!," he pleaded, giving her his gorgeous smile. He cocked her eyebrow and looked at him, as if trying to figure him out.
"Serious?," she asked.
Clint laughed, "yes, I am! I mean, what else do you have to do? We will show you the ropes of this town. And you will have a great time. Money back guarantee."
She laughed and set her menu back down on the counter, "alright then. If you put it that way, lets go."
Clint smiled. He turned around and walked Becka over to Danielle and Daniel to introduce her. Danielle looked her over and snorted. Daniel elbowed her and Clint looked at her. She looked away from his gaze.
"Guys, this is Becka," he said introducing her to them. Daniel smiled and Danielle looked off into another direction.
"Becka, that is Danielle," he gestured to Danielle.
Becka smiled and stuck out her hand, "nice to meet you."
Danielle looked at her and looked at her and then looked away again. Becka looked up at Clint, a questioning look on her face. Clint rolled his eyes at her and she seemed to understand.
"And this is her twin brother Daniel,"he gestured to him. Daniel smiled and stuck out his hand.
"It is nice to meet you Becka,"he smiled. She smiled at him and shook his hand.
"It is nice to meet you too."
Clint smiled to himself. He didn't see what was wrong with her. She was normal, loving, and kind. As far as he was concerned, she would fit right in.
2: the fear