A/N:
Heeeeyy! Frozyn again! How is everyone? Bored to sleep yet? Hahah.
Sorry for not posting this earlier, I went to a concert with a good friend of mine. >w<
Anywho. This chapter is pretty short and stuff... I hope it's okay though. Next chapter there will be DRAMA, DRAMA, DRAMA! Nyehehehe!
But um. Have fun reading. Hope it's okay! Comment/ Like/ Fave/ Enjoy!
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Chapter 5:
Oh yeah, did I mention that UPC doesn’t just have me, Chase, Walker and Zaile in it? We have a couple other people that show up sometimes and stuff, but aren’t quite as active as the four of us. We’re like, I guess you could say, the main members. There’s some guy named Ben, and Ferdinand, too... I’m not sure about most of the other people. I’m pretty bad with names and stuff.
Today I went straight to the hideout after school; we had to plan for something we like to call ‘Operation Beat the Hell Out Of Copyright And Not Get Killed In the Meanwhile.’ Or, uh, at least that’s what I call it in my head. If it weren’t for Walker’s sureness, and Chase’s determination for revenge, I wouldn’t have gone through with this at all. We found a way to get all our members together for today. Planning day.
“Okay, this is how we’re going to do things...,” Walker started, pacing in a line. He began explaining how we should find their hideout first, then keep close watch on it for a little while, just to see the amount of activity, and roughly how many people they have around.
“And we have to find some entrances, and we have to see what stuff they have on hand, and...”
“And we have to shut Walker up because he’s making things way too complicated~!” Zaile butted in, in a singsong voice.
“And we have to kill Zaile before my brain implodes...” Chase commented.
I smacked my forehead with my hand, “and we also have to find a damned way to actually communicate with each other without sending death threats every five seconds!”
My insulting thoughts were interrupted by a gruesome fit of coughs from Zaile, which made him fall onto the floor before getting up once again.
“Are you alright, man?” Ferdinand asked, a confused worry plastered on his face.
“Yeah,” he coughed, “I’m just dandy.”
“Are you on drugs or something?” Chase scowled, his eyes showed much disgust. He didn’t like Zaile much already, now this?
“Wh- what are you...” Zaile had another coughing fit, before continuing what he was saying, “what are you saying? ‘Course not!” he laughed, but that ended up with another cough. He slumped his head against the armrest of the couch, groaning.
“You certainly sound the part, Zaile. What have you been hiding from us?!”
...What HAS he been hiding from us...?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
/Coded .:On Hold until I can think up something good:.
De TodoThere is a teenage boy named Xavier Hernandez, who seems quite normal at first. He does okay in school, he does everything a regular guy would. Oh, except for the fact that he's in a gang. Maybe that's why he has a barcode tattoo on his neck... ON H...
