Her saving Grace

Chapter 15

“Hey! You just can’t resist milkshake.” Jordan exclaimed, shoving Michael.

“And what are you guys doing on the street this late?” I asked, then shook my head. “You know what? I don’t want to know.”

“Do you want to know?” Jordan asked, wriggling his eyebrows in mischief.

“As I said before, no. Forget I asked.” I said, then take up the tray from the table where I had rest it. “Now, if you boys excuse me, I have to get home.”

“How about you come with us?” Jordan suggested, before I could turn away. “Are you crazy, Jordan? I have to get home.” I said, shaking my head.

Jordan looked at me in surprise. “Wait, how did you know it was me? People can never tell us apart.” He stated in a shock voice.

He was right. He and his brother were very identical and people would have a hard time figuring out who was who. They would sometimes trick people and had fun doing it. For some reason, though, I could always tell them apart. I guess I was observant and keen on details. “I’m just observant.” Was my only response. “Anyway, I can’t go.” I added.

“Come on. We will give you a ride home after.” Michael put in. “It’s dark out and we are in a very bad neighbourhood.”

they are bad boys and that

instead of risk walking home in the dark again. I hesitated for a few more seconds

at me.

• I looked at both of them suspiciously. By the look in their eyes, I knew they were hiding something from me, but I went anyway. I went back around to the back of the cafe to change my clothes and clock out. I passed by Miranda’s office when I was leaving to say goodbye.

for coming in such short notice.” She called back

the boys were waiting on me. We left the cafe and set off down the road on

minute, when Jordan and Michael turned into a dark alleyway. I stopped in my tracks. “Where are you guys going?

on, it’s okay. You’re with us.” Michael said in

said, but went anyway. We walked for a while in the dark alleyway, until we came upon an old abandoned building at the end. Michael pulled open the metal door and it creaked. He stood aside for us to enter, then

Michael and Jordan led me down a hallway and to another door. They opened the door to reveal a small

currently punching the bag. I focused my eyes on the person and realized

was busy throwing punch after punch at the bag. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and sweat glistened off his back. I couldn’t take my

He sat upright in his seat

the bag and turned around. “Of course you wou-” he began and then his eyes flicked to me standing behind Michael

to get the