Nerd Vs. NYC: Return to Brooklyn (Updated 7/12)

[Space Toaster]

Many thanks to Scotty Rave for giving me his idea for the plot, as well as allowing me the use of his characters. This sequel would be pretty bland without his help, so let?s give him a nice round of applause. ?And pie. He gets a pie too.

Nerd Vs. NYC
Return To Brooklyn
By Sarah Bross

Part One
The Nerd, The Other Nerd, and The Smart French Girl

Hey. I?m Angelina, remember me? I thought you would. I?m sure you also remember how I nearly got killed in that incident three months ago. A few things changed since then, spring became summer, Vance went back to stalking me from afar, and I made new friends. 

Anyway, I?m sure you remember how I found temporary shelter with and in a way kind of befriended The Warriors? Okay, well did I mention I got to see them again? No?

Well, just last week, my parents made plans to go on a second honeymoon. Being sixteen, (turning seventeen in the winter) my parents weren?t about to let me stay in an apartment by myself for a week. So I was going to stay with my twenty-seven year old cousin, Mitch. When I found out his apartment was in Brooklyn, someplace near Coney Island, I was pretty excited. Maybe I could pay The Warriors (Yes, even Ajax) a visit.

Like last time, it started on a Saturday?

I hummed in time with the song as my fingers moved across the keys, my eyes on my music sheet. My teacher, an Italian woman in her fifties, began to applaud as I played the last few notes of Rhapsody In Blue. I think she was a beautiful woman for her age, she had kind brown eyes and black hair streaked with silver.

?Eccellente, Angelo.? She said. (Angelo was her nickname for me) ?You have been practicing.?

?Hehe, thank you, I have.? I said. ?The neighbors keep knocking on their walls either yelling at me to keep it down or play louder so they can hear.?

She laughed and patted my shoulder. ?We are finished for the day, you may go home now.?

I nodded and gathered up my stuff. ?See you next Saturday, Mrs. Guidicelli. Don?t forget to tell Salvatore I said ?Hi!??

?I won?t. Arrivederci, Angelo!?

?Arrivederci!?

I walked out into the hall. Mrs. Guidicelli was like family to me. I never met my grandparents, my mom?s parents died before I was born. (Chain-smoking can do that to you) My dad?s parents are living it up in Florida and never bother to visit or invite us over. Therefore, Mrs. Guidicelli and her husband Salvatore kind of became my adoptive grandparents.

I didn?t see Breanna today, I guess she was sick. Breanna recently came to the studio for cello lessons. While nerdy like me, she?s loud, proud and Irish. She also has red hair and freckles, rendering her adorable. I like going to her apartment, we sit on the couch and watch her brothers and dad wrestle each other. Oh well, I?ll call her before I leave for my cousin?s today. I have to call Charlene too.

Charlene recently moved to America from France and she now lives a floor above me. She?s excellent at Geometry, can unwrap a Starburst candy with her tongue, and by nerd standards she?s drop-dead gorgeous. She has to pretend she doesn?t speak English to keep guys from flirting with her.

I now sat on the subway, a few stops away from The Bowery where I lived. I scribbled in my notebook as always. I believed I mentioned before that I plan to be a romance novelist? I thought so. I?ve got at least twenty something romance novels up in my room, not counting the ones I get from the library. My mom has a few that I?ve read too. I feel sorry for my dad, being around Mom, my friends and I, the poor man?s up to his knees in estrogen.

Eventually the train reached my stop and I got off. I saw Vance, rolling around on his skates, watching me. His cronies were nearby as usual, eyeing me too. They were probably waiting to see what he?d do. Do something, he did. He skated up in front of me. I froze. He stared down at me. I stared back, trying to figure out what intentions hid behind his wild dark eyes. He leaned in really close to my face, any closer and our noses would be touching. His breath smelled like cigarette smoke (with just a hint of lemon?) and I could swear I could see a tiny scar on his cheek. His eyes were drilling into mine and I was considerably freaked out. I edged past him and ran. My You?re-Going-To-Get-Attacked-And-Most-Likely-Molested Alarm was going off like nuts. I could hear his cronies chuckling at my retreat.

So much for stalking me from afar?

I got home, Mom was reading a book while Dad was out getting food. We had some time to kill before we had to get going, seeing as we packed ahead of time. And my sweet puppy-face Zanzi was dropped off at the kennel this morning. I miss him already, that little yapping drool-machine. I can imagine he misses me too. I had a picture in my head of him sitting in his dog carrier, wailing on a harmonica and singing a woeful tune about being separated from his master. I started giggling.

?What?s so funny?? Mom asked me, looking up from her book.

?Nothing.? I said, shaking my head. I went through the fridge and dug out a can of Pepsi. ?What?s Dad bringing back??

?Chinese.? She responded.

Egg rolls + lo mein = One happy Angelina

I sat on the phone with Breanna, slurping on my delicious noodles.

?So I caught it from Sean and that?s why I couldn?t come in today.? Breanna was explaining to me why she wasn?t at the studio. It turns out she caught the stomach virus from her brother Sean.

?That?s no excuse young lady.? I said jokingly. ?You come in for cello every Saturday, puke or no puke!?

She started laughing, then stopped. ?Hold that thought.?

I held the receiver away from my ear so I didn?t hear the sound of her throwing up. We talked for a little while longer, then we hung up. Soon after I hung up someone knocked on the door. I answered it to see Charlene standing there.

?Hey, Charlene.? I said. I pronounced her name the way she did (Sha-LEEN) because it sounded prettier.

??Allo, Angelina.? She greeted me with a smile. The way she pronounces my name is cool too. (Ahn-jeh-LEE-nah) ?I am ?ere to return ze book you lent me.? She handed me one of my romance novels.

?Merci.? I responded. She?d taught me and Breanna a few French words. Just like Mrs. Guidicelli taught me some Italian. If I keep this up, I?ll be tri-lingual.

?Vous êtes bienvenu.? She replied. 

?Er?I?m going to assume that means ?you?re welcome.??

Charlene laughed. ?Oui, eet ees. I shall see you next week??

?Yep. See you then, Charlene.? I nodded.

She smiled before disappeared down the hall. ?Jusque-là, mon ami.?

Later, she told me that meant ?Until then, my friend.? 

My mom came into the living room with her suitcase. ?Are you ready to go, Angie??

?Yeah, I?ll go get my stuff.?

Look out Brooklyn, Angelina?s making a comeback.

[Scotty Rave]

Nice opener there. I guess with Vance, old habits die hard. I'm looking forward to seeing more.

[Furies4life]

Awsome another great story!!!! Scotty Rave when u getting back to The Roadmasters????

[Scotty Rave]

Awsome another great story!!!! Scotty Rave when u getting back to The Roadmasters????

I am getting back to The Roadmasters soon, that's a promise. I'm having serious writer's block with it.

[Space Toaster]

Part Two
Hostage Situation

My parents and I said goodbye before parting ways. They were taking a taxi to the airport and I was taking the subway to Brooklyn. Dad jokingly warned me not to fall asleep this time. Ha-ha, funny. Mom kept hugging and kissing me and promised to send me a postcard and stuff. She was acting like we weren?t going to see each other for years. Oh well, she?s like that. They drove away in their taxi, I picked up my suitcase and headed for the subway station.

I didn?t see Vance at first when I got to the subway station. That was probably because he normally saw me here twice a day on Saturday. I figured he wasn?t there right now. Boy, I was wrong. Because all of a sudden, he sped over on his skates and actually smacked me on the butt as he passed me. He did it so hard I yelped and dropped my suitcase, my hands flying to my rear end. Both him and his fellow Punks started laughing at me, of course. I just give them my normal withering glare, picked up my suitcase and got on the train. And let me tell you, sitting on a hard subway seat with a sore butt is no fun. I was walking pretty funny when I got off the train. That was the only time my ?You?re-Going-To-Get-Attacked-And-Most-Likely-Molested? Alarm failed me.

I now walked through the station in Brooklyn. It was the same one I got off on when I fell asleep on the train three months ago. I was very relieved to see no sign of The Saracens, the gang that chased me and even tried to rape me last time. Then The Warriors came to my rescue. The Saracens were on their turf and that?s apparently a no-no. So they kicked their butts and temporarily took me in. They were a cool bunch, although Vermin kept hitting on me and Ajax called me a know-it-all bitch. Ah well, I missed them just the same. I did see a few of The Jones Street Boys, but I didn?t slap their leader so they didn?t bother with me.

I hailed a taxi and in about 15-20 minutes I was walking up the stairs to my cousin?s apartment. Mom said it was the third floor, room 308. I reached the said door and knocked. I was greeted by a tall guy in a stained white t-shirt, my cousin Mitch.

?Hey, Angelina. Man, the last time I saw you, you were this tall!? He gestured above my head, then put his hand on top of my head. ?You?re shrinking.?

?Ha, I wish.? I snorted. He chuckled and stepped aside to let me in. It was a typical guy?s apartment- a total mess. However he?d cleaned off the couch and coffee table for me.

?Just throw your stuff anywhere and make yourself at home.? He said. ?And you can help yourself to anything in the fridge.?

?Okay.? I said, taking a seat on the couch and took a book out of my backpack. He took a seat next to me and switched on the TV. We ended up talking for hours straight instead of reading or watching TV. It turns out he works in a bookstore and he?s a mechanic. (Explaining the stained t-shirt) Turns out he?ll be at work for most of the day, and I?ll have the entire apartment to myself. I?m liking this already.

I woke up the next morning to find Mitch gone and a note on the table. This note informed me of the box of doughnuts in the fridge (the perfect if unhealthy breakfast food) and a request to pick up some food from the convenience store down the street. Well, at least I?d be out of the apartment for a little while. Or maybe I?ll stroll down to the bookstore and pay him a visit. I heated up a jelly doughnut in the microwave and watched cartoons while I ate. I considered cleaning up the apartment when I got back from the store. I bet Mitch would appreciate it. I?ll think about it. I took the money off the counter and headed out the door.

The store was about half a block from the apartment building, so it wasn?t that long of a walk. I walked in, the little bell over the door announced my arrival. Aside from the guy behind the counter the only people there was a young couple, a middle-aged woman and I. The young couple was waiting online while the middle-aged woman complained about the cost of a pack of cigarettes. Basically, she was haggling the guy so she could pay less. I rolled my eyes and went to get some bread. No sooner after I reached the shelf did a bunch of guys in biker uniforms barge in. I spotted the back of one guy?s leather vest. The logo was a red devilish face with the words Satan?s Mothers surrounding it. Oh joy, another gang. The leader, a big nasty guy with a lot of tattoos pushed past the couple and the woman.

?Where?s my money?? He demanded in a growling voice.

The man behind the counter was visibly shaking. ?I-I don?t have it, things here have been slow and if I paid you my family would-

?So you can?t pay.? Tall, Dark and Tattooed growled at him. He looked at the guy next to him, a wiry guy with a long neck. ?Eddy. Take everyone here hostage, we ain?t leaving until he gives us every cent.?

The boy bolted for the door. (And he didn?t even look at his girlfriend, the jerk) One guy socked him in the gut, causing his girlfriend to scream. Another guy grabbed her and told her to shut up. The middle-aged woman just stood there in horror until another guy grabbed her arm and forced her onto the floor. The long-necked guy, Eddy locked the door?and looked at me. Oh s***. He slithered over and ran the flat edge of his knife along my cheek, the cold metal made my skin crawl.

?Well hello there.? He grinned, I shivered. He took me by the arm and dragged me over to his boss. ?Hey, Bruce, lookit what I found.?

?Bruce? looked down at me. I swear I could FEEL the color draining from my face. He was looking at me in a way that could make you wet yourself in fright.

?Heh?nice.? He chuckled, taking my chin roughly in his hand. His breath reeked of alcohol and he needed to brush his teeth. ?We?ll have to have some ?fun? with her later.?

And here comes that feeling of déjà vu.

However, I saw someone outside move out the corner of my eye, running from the store window. I saw his face for a split second?

And I could?ve sworn that was Cannon from The Warriors.  

About twenty minutes later I ended up sitting on the floor sandwiched between Eddy and some other jerk while Bruce kept on threatening the guy behind the counter. Some guy was going through the middle-aged woman?s purse and the girl was huddled next to her still unconscious boyfriend. I squeaked when Eddy put his hand on my rear. Honestly, what is with these gangsters and their obsession with my butt?!

Suddenly the door came crashing down with a bang as a guy kicked it down. Several guys came running in. I knew those vests anywhere. It was The Warriors. The guy who kicked down the door was none other than Ajax himself. He looked straight at me

?Long time no see.?

[Scotty Rave]

Awesome! The Satan's Mothers, The Warriors, The Punks, three of the bestest best gangs featured already! Can't wait for more!

[Furies4life]

What more can i say....another terrific story by Space Toaster. Scotty Rave oh ok but get to it  soon lol.

[Space Toaster]

Part Three
Warriors To The Rescue

I seriously felt like jumping up and clicking my heels together. My butt was saved! Ajax?I never thought I?d actually be happy to see that big jerk! The guy next to me jumped up and lunged at Ajax with a switchblade. Ajax grabbed him by his collar and flung him into a shelf, knocking him out. The door now open, the girl and her boyfriend made a break for it. The other woman slammed her heel into a guy?s foot and ran for it too. You go, girl. Ajax strolled over to Bruce while Buzz, Cannon, Tiger and Rodent started beating the tar out of the other Satan?s Mothers. Buzz head-butted one guy, sending him to the floor with a bloody nose. Tiger grabbed an SM by his belt and by his collar, pulled him forward, flipped him over in mid-air and slammed him on the floor, knocking the wind out of him. Rodent got shoved down, but he hooked his feet around the SM?s ankles, pulled and yanked him down. He jumped on him and starting repeatedly punching him in the face. Eddy got up, knife in hand. Oho, no you don?t! I don?t know what got into me, but I stuck my foot out and tripped him. He went down, his knife flew out of his hand, which Cannon kicked away from him before knocking him out with a kick to the face. He held out a hand to help me up, which I took.

?Thought you might need some help.? Cannon said, smirking.

I laughed. ?Really, what gave you that idea??

?I don?t know but we?d better DUCK!? Cannon grabbed my arm and pulled me down as Bruce went flying over our heads. The man behind the counter ducked as well to avoid getting hit by the Warlord. Ajax cracked his knuckles and walked over to me.

?Getting into trouble again, eh??

?I?m overjoyed to see you too.? I said, arms crossed over my chest. He snorted and grabbed my arm.

?C?mon, you?re going with us.? He grunted, dragging me outside.

?What for?? I asked him.

?Cause some of the guys wanna see you, that?s why they made me go with the others to make sure we got you out.? He said, not looking at me.

?But let me guess, you could care less about what happens to me.? I said.

?Damn straight.? Was his answer.

I snickered, he gave me one of those looks that could make you wet yourself.

?What?s so funny??

?You don?t care about what happens to me, yet you agreed to come help me.? I said. He narrowed his eyes at me.

?So??

?I think you don?t hate me as much as you say.? I replied. He rolled his eyes and continued dragging me down the street. I couldn?t help but tease him.

?You?re starting to li-i-i-i-ke me-e-e-e?? I said in singsong. ?You?re getting attached to me-e-e-e-e!?

He dug his fingernails into my wrist, hard enough to make me wince. I could hear his voice coming through clenched teeth. ?Shut it.?

Note to self: Don?t tease a guy who could snap your neck like a toothpick.

?Sor-ry.? I mumbled, out of guilt.

?Hmph.?

Fine, be a jerk. I didn?t say anything the rest of the walk there. Buzz freed me from Ajax?s Death Grip? and dragged me into the hideout.

?Hey everybody look who?s back!? He shouted, making me cringe. He was so freakin? loud. I did see some familiar faces, along with a few new ones. The familiars faces had to retell to the new faces The Story. You know it of course: The Story of the nerdy Manhattan girl who fell asleep on the train, slapped the Saracen Warlord and nearly got herself killed. Buzz brought me over to Swan. He hadn?t changed much since the last time I saw him three months ago.

?Hey, Swan, you remember Angie, right?? Buzz asked. I forgot I gave him permission to call me Angie.

Swan nodded. ?Yeah, it?s been a while, kid.?

Mercy smiled at me. ?You gettin? into trouble again??

?Yes, although this time I didn?t slap anyone.? I responded, laughing myself.

?It was those dumbf**ks The Satan?s Mothers.? Ajax said, walking by with a beer in his hand.

?And we bopped their sorry asses into next week!? Cannon added.

?And you saved mine?again.? I said, as Buzz lead me away from the Warlord.

Buzz chuckled and ruffled my hair like I was a little kid. ?I?m startin? to think you?re a jinx, Angie.? 

?It?s Angelina.? I corrected him. ?Only my parents are allowed to call me ?Angie?.?

?You said I could call you Angie.? Buzz reminded me.

I crossed my arms over my chest. ?I?m revoking that privilege, effective immediately.?

Buzz stared at me for a long time. ??Wha???

?She means you can?t call her ?Angie? anymore.? Rembrandt explained, who I just noticed was standing there. He was one of my saviors from the Saracens three months ago. And was I happy to see him. So much that I broke I guess what you could say ?character?.

?Rembrandt!? I hugged him. Yep. You heard me. Little miss platonic nerd girl hugged someone that wasn?t her mother! Rembrandt was pretty surprised too.

?Sorry,? I said sheepishly. ?Guess I miss you.?

No sooner did I say that did Vermin appear next to Rembrandt.

?What about me?? He asked, flashing me what I call his ?You-Know-You-Love-Me? grin.

I rolled my eyes and (reluctantly, mind you) hugged him too. ?I missed you too Vermin.? Would you believe I wasn?t lying? I mean, I?m not attracted to him or anything I just find his half-hearted attempts at hitting on me are oddly endearing. Either that or the pervert?s growing on me. I?m hoping it?s the former, really.

So in short, I got to see my friends (I guess I can call them that) again. Ajax was, of course, Mr. Ray O?Sunshine. And if you ask me what he was so happy about then you have no grip on the concept of sarcasm. And for that, I pity you.

While I was there, they told me about the things that had happened to them, the fights they?d been in. I also learned of The Big Alert and the two men they lost, Cleon and The Fox. I would?ve liked to meet Fox, he sounded like a sharp guy. Cochise was right in the middle of describing a turf invasion by The Gladiators when it hit me.

Mitch.

He didn?t know where I was.

I should?ve been back at the apartment hours ago.

?Oh my GOD!? I shrieked, seeing as I have spastic tendencies. Cochise, Cowboy and Snow looked at me like I had live tarantulas coming out of my ears.

??Are you okay?? Cochise finally asked me.

I slapped my hand to my forehead.

?Yes, yes, I?m fine, I just?damn, I have to go, sorry.? I got off the couch. ?My cousin?s going to kill me!?

The guys watched me leave. As I made my exit Cowboy glanced at Snow.

?Is it just me, or does she really need a shrink??

?You?re not alone.? Snow answered.

I still had the money in my pocket so I stopped at a convenience store to get the stuff Mitch asked me to get earlier that day. As I powerwalked home I had this feeling of dread forming in my stomach like my stomach and mouth switched places. What was I going to say? If Mitch knew what happened, I doubt he?d let me leave the apartment again alone. Not to mention he?d freak out knowing who I was hanging out with for the past few hours. It?s against my better judgment but I?m going to have to lie my way out of this one.

I opened the apartment door?and it was still dark inside. Mitch wasn?t home yet. I can tell you know I was THIS close to praising God and doing a happy dance on the coffee table but I restrained myself. I put the food away and waited until Mitch got home about 20 minutes after.

?Hey, sorry I had to work late tonight. Hope you weren?t too bored.? He said.

I smiled and lied through my teeth. ?Nah, I just sat around, watched TV, went for a walk, things like that.?

Thank God he bought it. Now I?ll have to think about how I?m going see the guys again tomorrow?

[Orphen]

The Story still looken good

[Vermin16]

im really loving this story.

[Honey Lips Soldier]

Id love to see more! This is such a great story!