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You Walk Down The Street, Eyes Automatically Going To The Wall He Always Leans On. But He's Not There.
You walk down the street, eyes automatically going to the wall he always leans on. But he's not there. You stop, surprised. You don't like him, he acts arrogant and rude, always judging everyone who goes by. You saw him trip a kid once. He's a jerk. But it still surprises you that hes not there. He's there every day... you jump in surprise when a voice says, "who you lookin for baby girl?" You whip around to find the boy standing over your shoulder. You cross your arms tightly, protective, "n-no one..." he laughs quietly, almost to himself, "really? You've been goggling at me every day for like a month." You press your lips together and glare, "it's hard not to when you're standing there judging me every time a walk past." His lips twitch slightly and you whip around. You want nothing to do with him. You start to walk off, but his long fingers wrap around your arm, not gently. His hands are cold, not dead cold, but nervous cold, about to break into a sweat cold. He's unsure. You jerk your arm away, "get off me!" He frowns, but his eyes are twinkling, "come on sweetie, I just wanna get to know you..." you spit, "you're pathetic. The only reason i look at you is because my only other option is to look at the street. Don't think I'm interested, you're nothing." "Nothing" comes out as a cruel hiss. You usually aren't down right mean, but you hate guys who think they can just flirt any girl up and bed them that night. Especially jerky ones like him. No, the best thing to do is give them a harsh taste of reality and leave them to wallow in misery. His head tilts back ever so slightly and his eyes narrow, "I never said you were interested. Or that I was. I said I wanted to get to know you. I guess I know you well enough now..." You bite your lip, holding back the urge to scream at him. It's childish and stupid. No one gets this angry at people they don't even know. It's too much drama for you. That makes you want to laugh, a simple argument with a stranger is too much drama for you. You shake your head, letting your eyes soften, fill with disappointment. You turn and leave, the tiny flash of hurt in his eyes seared into your brain. It doesn't matter. He's a jerk. Jerks should get hurt. Maybe it'll teach him a lesson.....
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“Lay on your stomach and hide your face.” The boy hesitated and the woman cocked the gun. The boy slowly laid on his stomach, crossed his arms, and buried his face in them. The girl knelt by him and patted him down, fingers trailing to a stop on his butt. He tenced. You held your breath. Her fingers slid in his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. You let out your breath slowly. She took out the money and tossed the wallet on his back, then got up, “Don't move. The only reason you're still alive is because you're that bastard’s son.” The boy stiffened, curling his hands into tight fists. The woman walked off. The boy didn't move until she was completely gone, then he sat up and grabbed his shoulder, glaring after her, breathing in shallow pants. You sank to the ground, your legs no longer having any strength left in them. The boy looked at you, “you need to get out of here…” He sounded very tired. You broke into a laugh. Your legs just gave way and he expects you to get up and leave? No sir. You'll be here a while… he frowns, watching you laugh. You stop abruptly, realising how inappropriate it is to be laughing in this situation. You say quietly, chills going down your spine, all traces of laughter suddenly gone, “Were you really gonna kill her?” The boy shrugs, “I am now.” You look down and whisper, “I don't want you to be a murderer…” Now it's his turn to laugh. “I'm the son of the leader of the biggest mafia in town! How am I not supposed to, eventually, earn that title?” You look at him, “so you haven't killed anyone yet?” He shrugs and looks away, “There hasn't been a need to…”
“You say that like it's shameful. You should be ashamed of killing, not not killing…”
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The boy slouches against the wall, brilliant blue eyes raking judgingly over everyone on the streets. He isn't super tall, nor is he buff. He's... well built. He obviously works out, but his small frame makes it hard to take seriously. Blonde hair is grown out a little too long, brushing his eyelids, making him swipe it away impatiently. He wears a T-shirt, denim jacket, and jeans. He puts off an air of superiority. His gaze slowly finds its way to you, and you make eye contact for a second. His lips curve up slightly into a cruel smirk, one eyebrow arching softly. You look away, cheeks burning. You could swear you hear him laughing to himself....
The leader of one of the most powerful mafia comes storming up. You step back immediately, as does everyone else, except one brave police officer. He stands firmly in front of the door to the car. The mafia leader snarls, "what is my son doing in the back of a police car?", stalking up to the police officer. He loses courage and steps out of the way. You freeze, son? You almost laugh, no wonder he's such a jerk... the leader grabs the boys arm and pulls him out of the car. The boy stumbles, but the leader doesn't let go of his arm, keeping him on his feet. He snatches the keys from a police officer, who stutters an apology, and uncuffs him. The boy rubs his wrist, smirking at the police. One of his hands is covered in blood, droplets slowly falling to the ground. You suddenly feel overwhelmingly disappointed. What a real jerk... You turn and walk off, no longer caring what happens to him. You're sure his dad will take care of him. You roll your eyes. Nothing annoys you more than spoiled, rich brats....
You're walking down the street to school, like you do every day. You don't look at that boy anymore, atleast, not more than a glance. He doesn't bother you anymore either. You're passing him when a man, a little ways away, reaches in his pocket. This would be meaningless, except that the boy's head snaps up, eyes focusing on him. He grabs his phone just as the man pulls out a gun and points it at him. Now, of course, this is the part where your heart drops and you realise you've had a crush on this boy all along and you can't live without him and you have to do anything, even sacrificing your life, to save him. You lunge desperately out of the way, ducking behind a trash can, your mind racing. Aw hell no, you ain't saving that boy. He's a jerk and a bully and, although you don't want him dead, he's definately not worth your own life. Nope. If it's between you and him, it's gotta be you. Gun shots go off. People scream. You hear the boy shout, "DAD! THEY'RE COMING- AGH!" You peek out to see the phone fall to the ground, the boy ducking down the ally, clutching his bloody hand. The man chases after him. You collapse against the wall, gasping. You didnt do any running, but you're suddenly out of breath. Gunshots echo off the walls of the ally. Your curiosity is piqued, but you don't move, your life is more important than knowing what's going on right now. You can drag it out of that boy later. If he survives.....