Foox_the_Fox

Lily Foster moves to a small town- Belldale- and picks a few fights.   Only to find out she's become the prize in a 'whose dick is bigger' kind of fight.   Will, she beat them both, or become a prize?   Or maybe fall in love?   With one of them, or someone else?   Or maybe, her greatest secret will become her greatest burden.   She might spill the beans about Storef Noline, a.k.a. Lonnie Foster, and how they're connected.
She knows too much about this life to be any normal girl.

Sweetheart Gangster Princess

THIS CHAPTER IS THE POV OF JACKET FOR THE PAST TWO CHAPTERS


I watch as Williams leaves Sweetheart's lunch spot, a cocky smirk on his face.   I fume silently, waiting for Sweetheart to come out.


Soon enough, she comes out, and I pin her to a locker.   I need answers.   I need to know why she's been so goddamn weird lately!   My inner-gang's held me off as long as they can, but I need to know, now!


"Hey, Jacket."   She greets, looking at my sleeve again.   Who's she talkin' to?!   Me or my jacket?!


"Jacket?   You talkin' to me or the thing I wear?"


"You, I call you Jacket because it's your only defining feature."   Defining feature?!   The hells's that mean?!


"Never mind,"   I grumble.   "Why've you been so weird?   What happened to the Sweetheart that would always stand her ground?   Or have you changed your mind about pickin' fights?"   I'm trying to sound as tough as I can, to not let my worry show, and I'm pretty sure it's working.


"I'm not being weird, I just have better things to do than argue with the kind of person I swore to never get tangled up with again."   The hell's she talking about?!    This damn bitch just gets more and more confusing!   "Now, if you'll excuse me."   She side-steps, pulling the same move as last time, so I decide to, too.


"What the hell's that supposed to mean?!   You swore?!   Again?!   Tell me!"


"You don't unlock my tragic backstory until you stop being a gangster."   What?   "Now..."   There's a pain in my jaw and I stumble back, damn, Sweetheart's got quite a right hook!   She bolts, and I let her.   I'm not getting anything out of her.   Unfortunately, Williams comes up.


"The hell did you do, Green?!"   He shouts angrily.


"I asked for answers! I can't be the only one that's noticed she's been actin' weird! I go an' ask her why, and she fuckin' punches me!"   I rub my jaw some more before stomping off to my inner-gang, grumbling to myself.   "Damn, Sweetheart, who taught you to punch?"


My inner-gang tries to get any information out of me, but they're getting jack shit.   I cool down a bit before leaving.   Damn, even this fucking car reminds me of her, now!   What the hell is happening to me?!


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