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Black Eye

A/N:

          Hello again! I finished writing up chapter 3 so I decided to post 2 chapters on the same day! Yaaay. My chapters will be rather short for a while, still. Because I'm crap at writing, but, uh, I have to end each chapter at a certain point or else it won't look right or something, so yeah. There we go. Have fun reading. Enjoy!

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Chapter 2:

 

 

                Damn. First I wake up an hour late for school, then, while in a rush to get there before anything important happened, I end up forgetting that I had an essay due, the essay that I had done. On my dresser. And did I mention I have a geography test third period? Yeah. I forgot about that too.

                Some people that know me well wonder how I could try so hard in school yet be involved in gangs. I’m actually not quite sure about that, as a matter of fact. I guess I like the suspense and constant paranoia that you get from being in a gang. If you ask me, I’m just a jacked up teenage boy with nothing else to do. I’m in a gang because I’m bored. Smart… Anyway. I walked over to my gang’s hideout, which was a very old, unused building on the other side of town. Nothing fancy, really. There was some old furniture littered around, but we rarely used any of it other than the couch. Oh, you should have seen the dust on it when we first found it. You’d go and jump on it to sit, then you get a huge cloud of like, smoke, just explode in your face. It was like that for at least a month or two after.

                When I got to the hideout, I found Walker, Chase and Zaile. They nodded at me as I walked in. “Hey guys,” I smiled, dropping my backpack against the wall. I slumped onto the couch, staring at the tag symbol on the opposite wall. It looked just like a barcode, but actually said UPC over and over. Chase thought it up, which we found pretty cool. I didn’t really like graffiti style writing, anyways. It was kind of hard for me to read.

                Oh, did I mention we all have barcodes? I found out mine is actually a code for some brand of cat food. Nobody else tried this before; they all say that it’s kind of stupid to get your arm or whatever scanned at a grocery store just to find out what product you’d be. Truth be told, my little sister got me to do it. Or, that’s what everyone believes… Shh.

                I noticed Zaile looked a lot paler than the last time I saw him. I raised a brow at him, but shrugged it off. It must just be the lighting… I know Chase and Walker from school, but Zaile lives downtown. Lots of crap going on there, that’s for sure… I don’t even know how we found him, one day he was just… here.

But throughout that short time period, Zaile and I became very close. I like to call him my best friend, and I believe it’s the other way around, too. I crossed my left foot over my right, taking up all the couch space. I had about two dozen messages on my phone, about half of that was from this guy at school I barely know. And most of that was within 15 minutes. My phone kept on buzzing every 3 or so minutes, and it just ticked me off. I threw the device across the room, letting it crash against the wall. Half of it went and attacked Chase, who wasn’t quite fond of that. He frowned at me, crossing his arms.

“…Aha…Ha…Sorry!” I grinned, scratching the back of my head.

He shook his head in disappointment, taking a few steps away from me, “you better be sorry...”

“Your momma will be sorry when she finds out how much of a retard you are, Xavier,” Zaile smirked, his lip split open, letting a bead of blood trickle down it. His lip’s been doing that for a couple weeks now, probably because of the colder weather coming in. Or something like that.

I raised a brow at Zaile, “and we’re dragging my mother into this conversation, why?”

“You’re no fun.”

“Dammit! Will you guys just shut up for once?” Chase yelled, not very amused.

“Trololololo!” Zaile grinned, “you’re just jealous of my amazing humor, even your momma thinks so.”

                Chase stared at him disapprovingly.

And that is how Zaile ended up with a black eye today.