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  Let’s Get Out of This Town

  Friday, January 13th

  · Nualla ·

  As Nikki and I walked down the street from the coffee shop it had started to rain, making the ground on Powell Street slick. We had nearly finished walking down the steepest part when I slipped. Instinctually my lightning-fast reflexes kicked in and I landed in a comfortable crouch not a drop of coffee spilled. I looked around without moving my head. Dozens of people were flat out gawking at me.

  Great, just great.

  A guy just behind us, pizza in hand, spoke first. “Jesus girl, are you a gymnast or something?”

  Nikki grabbed my arm pulling me to my feet and flashed a radiant smile at the guy. I could feel her influence hit him like a Mack truck. “No, she’s a martial arts champion.” The guy must have bought the story because he smiled and continued walking down the street.

  “Martial arts champion?” I said, questioningly.

  “Your boobs are way too big for you to be a gymnast. Martial Arts was the only thing I could think of,” she answered with a shrug.

  “Right,” I said rolling my eyes.

  I looked around, everyone else on the busy street had continued on their way paying us no mind; everyone except one. Patrick, who had apparently been walking down the street behind us. I would have thought he was following us if it wasn’t for the fact that the mall was at the end of the street.

  “Oh frak, he totally saw that.” I said, turning back around quickly.

  “Who?” Nikki asked, looking around.

  “Patrick.”

  Nikki looked over my shoulder completely failing at nonchalant. “Yeah, most likely.”