"What are you waiting for? RUN!" I heard as someone grabbed my hand and pulled me along the sidewalk. I was in a daze- just what happened back there? I mean, I was just minding my own business and all of a sudden a group of guys came up and backed me against the wall. They started yelling at me about something... then this person showed up. I looked again at the boy grasping my hand and running at top speed. He seemed to be muttering to himself, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
After following him down street after street for what felt like hours, he stopped and turned to me. Who on Earth was this guy?
"There. You should be safe now. Watch out for those guys. When they're drunk they don't care who you are. If they want to beat someone up they'll do it to the next passing person. And if they're looking for... um... release.. they don't care if you're male or female, they take what they can get." The guy looked at the device on his wrist. "Crap! I'm going to be late!" He turned and started to run.
"Wait!" I instictively reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Who are you? Late? Where are you going?" The boy turned around and let out a slight chuckle.
"Ah! You speak! I was beginning to think you were mute! I'm late for work." He smiled, "I work at the dance studio down the street." He looked cute when he smiled, but his smile quickly disappaited. "If I don't leave now I really will be late!" He turned and ran without saying his name.
"Wait!" I yelled again, but he continued running down the street while I stood there watching, paralyzed for reasons I still didn't know.