Okay so here is my first original fic. This is from English class, based on a story that we had to read. I personally think it's a good story, but I would like reviews with your opinion. Their might be a sequel, I'm not sure about that yet, so please don't hold your breath waiting.

On The Bridge

"I beat the crap out of this guy at the mall yesterday," Randy Lakewood said. He had his arm around my waist as he leaned against the stonewall of the bridge. He took a hit off the joint he was smoking and passed it to me. I took a long drag off the joint and held it in my mouth before I inhaled it. I blew it out in small puffs. The smoke hung in the frosty air as I passed it back to him. The end had a purple ring around it from my lipstick. He looked at it, and laughed."So why did you beat the crap out of him?" I asked him in my best fake girlfriend voice. I was use to hearing stories from Randy. For the two years we have been dating he would captivate me with the latest news, the dram class he has been taking has paid off.

A strong gust of freezing November wind blew by me, blowing my hair into my face, and causing me to pull Adam's school jacket closer to my body. Girls at my high school would kill for this jacket, and the guys would kill to be Randy. That's how much Randy was admired by everybody.

"He thought he could take me. He'll think twice next time before he tries to take on the starting quarterback, huh babe," he said smiling at me. I grinned back at him as he ran one of his warm fingers up my spine, sending shivers all over my body.

I took the joint from his lips, and took another long drag. I held the smoke in my mouth longer this time, so when I finally did inhale it the taste lingered on my tongue, and tickled me throat. Before I could exhale Randy picked me up and spun me around. I blew the smoke out with a squeal of delight, and it encircled us. About the fifth time around I started to get dizzy, and as the joint kicked in I started to scream as everything - even Adam's face - started to swill and mix together.

Randy put me down gentle, but my legs couldn't hold me up. I couldn't keep my balance, it was hard enough standing on my five and a half inch sandals, but when I'm high and the world spinning it is impossible. I fell onto the bridge, scraping my leg, and I slumped to the ground. I sat there for a while waiting for the world to stop spinning before I moved. I pulled off my platforms and shrunk down to my real height - five feet two inches. I'm short and I hate it.

"Hey babe, come here," Randy said. I got up and headed over to him. He was standing on the other side of the bridge looking down at the traffic. "Look at them," he said pointing to the people going under the bridge. Some of the people were looking up at him. I figured they couldn't see me, because I was standing on tiptoes just to see over the bridge wall. Others were oblivious to the two teenagers on the bridge, going about their lives.

"Hey, hey! You are looking fine today!" Randy yelled down to three girls in a Talladega red convertible. They waved back at him; the blond in the back seat blew him up a kiss. The other two followed her lead before they disappeared under the bridge.

"Maybe they'll come back," he mused out loud.

"Randy!" I said almost breaking into his thoughts as he stared at the entrance ramp. I didn't get more than a grunt out of him. I smacked his arm, hard, that got his attention.

"What's wrong-" he said breaking off when he saw the death glare I was giving him. He started to sputter, looking over at the entrance ramp, withering under my glare. He hated it when I did that.

"You know Randy, I've got to go, it's getting late," I said grabbing my shoes and starting to leave, stepping on sharp rocks.

"Hey wait a second girl, I was just messing around. Besides you'll get caught by your dad if you go home stoned," he said, a pleading look in his eyes. That look - if you ask me - is worst then my glare, he could bend people's will with that look, but I am the only one who sees it. Around other people he keeps his face impassive.

I set my sandals down and slipped into them, then clunked back over to Randy, fuming. I hated it when he mentioned my family and drugs in the same sentence. Smoking came with Randy, if he hadn't come into my life with that joint, I never would have smoked it. If I, like some many other girls hadn't wished to be his, I never would of gotten hooked, it just wasn't my thing. Then again, I might not have been around long enough to try it. I was stuck in a deep form of depression when Randy came to me, joint in hand. He got me out of it and into drugs.

I walked back over to him. He was looking down at the cars again. He spoke when I was back next to him. "Watch this Sara," Randy said. He raised his arm like he was gripping a small rock. Now more people were looking up at us. "Look at her, in the green Punch Bug," Randy said, laughing at the lady's frightened face. Randy launched his hand forward, throwing the imaginary object at her. She brought her arms up to her face to protect herself. Her car swerved almost hitting the stone abutment. The car behind her smashed their brakes and honked their horn wildly.

I couldn't believe it, Randy the guy I've knew for my whole life almost really hurt somebody. Sure he would get in fights, but he had never done anything like this before. He was laughing his head off. His natural sun streaked hair fell into his face obscuring one of his gray eyes, that were soft form laughing. His eyes weren't always soft like they are now, they would flash lighting in an instance when he was mad, or they would be cold and gray when he tried to keep people out, but most of the time the would be blank. He would only show expression for a second an then they would be gone.

As I looked into his eyes I found myself giggling. I wasn't sure if it was because of him, the joint, or what had just happened, but I couldn't stop laughing. Randy took one last hit off the joint before he flicked it over the bridge.

I watched it rise in the air, and fall back down. I leaned over the bridge to see it land. It hit the windshield of a black Lamigiani, when it made contact with the glass it sparked a small orange flame, and the joint was flung off by the cars high speed. I looked at Randy and grinned. "I bet they're pissed at you."

"Yeah well don't worry, they wouldn't do anything to us," he scooped me up into his arms, and spun around. I focus on his eyes in time to see the laughter left them.

He smiled down at me, we were having so much fun that we didn't hear the crunch of gravel or the slamming of three car doors.

"Hey!" I turned my neck to see three big guys. They looked like college friends, most likely juniors. They were standing in front of a black Lamigiani. Randy put me down, almost dropping me, but before he did I saw his eyes. They had a touch of fear, then nothing they were expressionless. That's how so many people saw him. Randy stepped in front of me, I knew he wouldn't let anything happen to me.

"Which one of you little kids threw that joint at my car?" The biggest of the three guys asked. I couldn't believe he called us little kids, as if.

Randy took a step forward, I thought he was going to own up or tell them to get lose, but he didn't do either. "She did," he said jerking his thumb behind him at me.

I was horrified, "Randy you know-" his eyes were cold steel, when he turned to me. I stood there scared to death as the guy who spoke came up to me, he grabbed me by the arm dragging me over to the car.

"Look at that. Look at what you did to my car," he snarled at me, thrusting me at the car. I scratched my leg on the fender of the car cutting my tights and drawing blood.

"I don't see what you're talking about," I really didn't. It looked like a spotless shiny car. He pushed me harder into the car, a yelp of pain escaped my purple lips and tears rolled down my face.

"Look there," he said into my ear, sending chills down my spine. I could almost taste the alcohol on his breath, and his heavy cologne was drowning me. I wanted to get away from him. I looked behind me to see what Randy was doing.

He was standing by the bridge wall, not even trying to help me, there was one guy in between us. I hadn't seen the third guy yet. "You're not looking where I told you to."

I started to cry as he squeezed my arm, and I was so scared. I heard movement behind me, I was sure it was Randy making his move, but I didn't dare look behind me.

"Leave her alone, she doesn't know what your talking about and besides she's kind of cute," it wasn't Adam's voice, but one of the other guys. I twisted around and saw the third guy coming towards me. He was a little shorter than the other two. He smiled at me, but it faltered under my glare, the same one that I had used on Randy earlier.

I started to wonder what would have happened if I had left. Would Randy be the one getting the crap beaten out of him, would I be in trouble with my dad for coming home stoned?

The guy holding me shoved me at the third guy, he caught me, but I pushed him away from me. "Hey, don't you know how to thank a guy when he helps you?" He sneered at me.

"If you think I'm going to thank the likes of you, you've got another thing coming!" I told him threw my tears. They all got back into their car, laughing at me. When they were gone I started to limp home.

"Sara wait! I'm so sorry I didn't help you earlier, I knew they wouldn't hurt you," Randy called after my, jogging to catch up. He was looking at me in that way again, but I wasn't going to cave.

"You didn't help me Randy! And you know what they did hurt me. Look at my leg, don't you think that hurts. What about me arm where he grabbed it? You know what, that does hurt!" I was crying, I could see a bruise forming on my arm when I moved Adam's jacket

"Sara I'm really sorry. Please forgive me," He looked at me pleadingly. I took his hand in mine and we walked to my house, in silence. I was milling over what had happened, how did I end up with my hand in his. There was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, telling me that this wasn't what I wanted. When I finally listened to it, I knew what I had to do. Adam's eyes were cold again, the perfect time.

"Randy I can't go out with you anymore. I don't trust you after that. Please don't give me that look, I've made up my mind." I slipped my hand out of his. I looked down at the jacket that had been the main part of my wardrobe. I knew I couldn't keep it or nothing would change, I would still be Randy Lockwood's girlfriend. I couldn't give it back. If I did it would be on a new girl before the end of this week.

I had stopped walking. I knew that our two years meant as much to him as they did me, but Randy had to have a girlfriend, it was part of who he is. I looked into his eyes the for the last time. They were full of sadness and love for me. I had to go through with it, I couldn't stay with him. I broke eye contact just as fast as I made it, feeling myself weaken. I cast my glance around for something to help me finish what I had started. My eyes rested on the trash can I was standing next to. It seemed so appropriate to throw the jacket away with all my memories, so I did. I took it off and threw it away.

Okay so what did you guys think? Just type it in that little box down there, it doesn't take that much time to do. I don't mind flames that much, but if you do flame me, please be constructive. Just saying that it's awful wouldn't help me write a better story.

I would like to thank me beta-reader, Nickie, and Helen for reading this story. It was them who made it so this story (hopefully) isn't full of spelling and other mistakes.

Thanxs,

Lisa Cove