"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble.
Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my l...
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A/N: This chapter has 32k more reads than the others. 32k People just spoiled the ending for themselves.
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Death makes you think. And I've been thinking a lot of what my epilogue will say. A few months ago it could've talked about how I would always have paint on my clothes. Now? Now it'll be quiet and dark.
The girl inside me, the one in that well is a sobbing mess. Desperately clawing to get back out. To get to the light. But then, whoever I am now. This hard, unyielding shell, doesn't care.
"The unknown number messaged me," Owen says.
I turn to him. "And?" I ask while trying to pick something to wear.
Owen has been doing this for a while now. It's his little routine to fill me in on gang information while I pick what to wear in the mornings. I know it should feel reassuring, safe even to have Owen here, but all I find myself caring about is picking a damn outfit.
"The North is moving. They're going to the docks for a shipment," Owen answers.
"Then we go intercept them," I say with a shrug. My physical strength isn't how I want it to be, but guns do the killing for you.
"We can't beat them yet. The gang meeting is only in a month's time. I called everyone who's someone and loyal to the East and West to have this meeting. We're introducing you as the leader, but for now, we have to wait. Besides, I have no idea how you'll contact the rest of the Sterling gang's members," Owen says.
"We are Sterling, Owen," I reply.
When I finally have an outfit - modern black tights with a black halterneck and no paint, I turn around towards Owen. He already knows to look away when I quickly dress.
"You're not strong enough. We can't go start a fight with the North," Owen tries to reason.
I pull on my clothes and then walk over to where Owen is sitting on my bed. "Then we'll just talk," I say.
