Excerpt of a Novel

**AN: This is just an excerpt of a novel I had in my head, and I wanted to see if anyone liked it.**

“Hey baby, lookin’ fine today!”

I turn around and see a guy leaning against the door of a car.

I walk faster but he calls to me, “Where are you going?”

I look over my shoulder again, flip him off, and keep walking. I know he’s walking behind me, that creep. Quick footsteps suddenly become thuds and he grabs my arm.

“What do you want? Let go of me!” I scream.

A few people turn their heads but keep walking.

“Just come with me, I won’t hurt you.” His voice is smooth, like how one would think a serial killer’s is.

“Help! Please someone help me!” I continue shouting and trying to pull away from him. I whirl around to look at him and he grabs my wrist. The first thing I can think of is to kick. I swing my foot and it connects with his shin. Serves him right.

He grimaces in pain, but his grip on my wrist tightens. Someone taps my shoulder and I jump. I turn my head and I see Bash.

“Hey sis, need any help?” He smirks at me.

“Thanks bro, but I think I can handle myself.” I turn back around. The guy flashes his off white teeth at me and starts pulling me to the car.

“You know what; I really think you should leave my sister alone.” Bash grabs my elbow and glares at him. The man looks a little surprised, but it’s not until Bash shoves him off, does he let go of me. I turn towards Bash and he pulls me down the street.

“You’re welcome.” He looks at me and lets go of my arm.

“Thanks.” I mutter, staring at the sidewalk.

“You know, sister, I’m having a party tonight and since I saved your life, you could thank me by coming.” He smirks.

“I’ll think about it.” I snap, “I’m not some girl who is mesmerized by you and will do everything you say, you know.”

He looks surprised, “I know.. I was honestly wondering if you would come.” He glances at a car, which I recognize to be his. “Do you need a ride home?”

“Um, sure.” I look up to see him staring at me.

The ride to my house was silent. No talking, no music, nothing except for an occasional direction on my part.

When we pull in front of my house I get out of the car. “Bash? Thank you. And I’ll try to make it tonight.”