Theresa was between a rock and a hard place. Some how she'd been swept up with the footballers when they were down at the Dog. She wasn't necessary wanting to do anything. Just to be scene. And then she'd go directly to Ricky's for a recap of some kind. Really, she liked that she could turn him own so easily. He wasn't the demanding type like these arses who got drunk and sang shitty songs.
"Come on, you know you want to come to the camp fire." Ronny, a red-head brute hugged her up as if to call her his own. "You know you love it."
Well, the popular ones were going, and it was cold as shit, but it didn't make no difference to the footballers, they were in a sweat, already. Drunk like idiots.
Theresa gagged for air. It was all quite pathetic. But then Ronny had some 'shrooms. "This should be nice, right?"
"Right." Theresa tried to smile. She really wasn't up to getting high and doing funky things. She'd rather be back at Ricky's, so she faked taking them and made a run for it. Only, Ronny thought it was a game. He chased her like an ape through the woods.
Theresa felt she was in her own horror flick then. She kept running into the cold dewy fields, just to hear his foot steps behind her. She came upon a small mound of rocks that she guessed, centuries a go, a lad had put there while cleaning the fields, but she had no time to thank him, as she found herself flat on the ground and Ronny coming. So she grabbed a stone and threw it as hard as she could at the figure in the moonlight. Got that sucker right in the head. He was going down.
Theresa laughed at her feat. She jumped up then and kept running. She never looked back at who it was she'd knocked out cold. She just wanted to see Ricky.