2. DON'T have loose ends

Fuck my head. 

I groaned sitting up, "fuck" I said tossing to the side. I don't remember anything from last night. "Why the fuck are you in my room?" but I do know who's voice that belongs too "get out", "yes sir," I say patting his shirtless chest, touching his washboard abs. I Crack my neck get my clothes and get out of the room, and hopping in my jeans, and going down the stairs. 

Then I open the door still shirtless and top in my hand and greet the mail man, "Hi" I say dazed and blinded by the sun. I put my top on and fix my bra. He's blushing and trying to look anywhere expect me. I pat his cheek and say "bye" and then call Diana. "Hey bitch can you pick me up from Dallas place" she gasp and says "girl what the fuck are you doing there" "mhm making pancakes with his mother, I don't even remember" I say groaning, she picks up my sour mood and says "yeah I can, be there in 10" "go the speed limit please" I say chuckling, I can hear her smirk as she says "never fucking ever" 

After she picks me up we get Starbucks, and then I head home. "Where the fuck have you been" my mom says "with a west coast" my sister says, she has a delusional dream of getting with a rich guy, she's not aware there all pricks. 

"With Diana, sorry mom I got up early because she wanted to pass an exam" my mom's face softens, "oh it's okay sweetie, just make sure to let me know next time" "alright" I say softly. Heading to my room. 

Time to take some drugs.

The next day it's Monday and I'm getting dressed, and grab my gum, which I put my back pocket. Phone which my put in my other back pocket, and my vape which I put in my bra. 

The real ones get it 

And head downstairs, putting bread in my toaster, 

And then went to the bathroom. Hair up or down? I brushed it out and then, and put it in a ponytail and framed my face. 

Doing a quick skin care, and then putting on mascara. I leave my bathroom, and get my toast, butter it, and leave out the door. 

"Damn you look hot, did you fuck your boyfriend?" D, ask. 

"Girl fuck off, respectfully. And no," I get in the car and pull out my vape taking a hit. Diana the dickhead snatches my vape for herself, "aren't you driving?" I say laughing, "I don't give a shit" I laugh turning up the radio to blare one direction at 7 in the fucking morning. 

Finally its lunch and me and Diana, and the rest of my small group our laughing our asses off. Everyone is with their own gang.

The vipers our in the corner, mostly consist of Stoners and "artist" which mean people who graffiti, they sell weed or "quarter pounders" and have low grades and sleepy heads probably from popping Xanax in the school bathrooms. So quiet kids, barley any fights, but no one would be surprised if they shot up the school or killed themselves. 

The roses, be careful there beautiful but they have thorns that will fucking hurt. They fuck alot of people over, yet there Rich and sylish the money gets them out of trouble, consist of cheerleaders and quarter backs, they also fuck like bunnies and I think two have an STD. They are always the stars. And hate losing, they will fight, and kill anyone to outshine them. Also called the West Coast Boys and Girls. To society only though. 

Us or the shadows. I don't need to explain us, we are middle class. And almost top gang greatest enemy is the the deamons, we jump them they jump us, they trash our cars, we trash there's, were always strapped and ready to fight. And so are they. The one thing we don't say is we are equal we our as great as them as they are to us.

The deamons, the "best" gang the richest with only consisting of boys, who everyone falls for, there not prince charming, there rough, and have been training to fight since forever, that's for life. But they don't just rule the streets, they rule the world, dads and moms are mayor's and lawyers and politicians. Drugs, power, money, and sex. Is all they know. 

Guess which gang leader Dallas is. 

He is the leader of the demons 

"Dallas is looking at you" Cassie says in a playful tone. "Stop ogling him and you wouldn't know" I snap, she smirks. I glance at him and sure enough he's not just looking at me he's fucking glaring. A sudden smile appears on my lips, most would be scared. I'm fucking energize. Come at me bitch is all I'm thinking 

And then he gets up. As if reading my mind, stalking over to me all eyes on us now. 

And I think he's going to kill me, but instead he sits at my table. 

And says "Your exquisite darling, go out with me" 

Dallas has never asked someone on a date. And I don't think he's asking me, I think he's trying to murder me. 

"No" I say calmly. He scoffs "I'll pick you up at 7" this time I scoff "I already have plans" he raises his eyebrows "as I said I'll pick you up at 7" 

And then Mr jackass leaves. 

Pft, I won't be answering my door.

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"that's it baby, take it like a good girl"