This Is Why You Notice When That Boy Isn't There... You Frown. You Know You Should Leave It Be, But You're

This is why you notice when that boy isn't there... You frown. You know you should leave it be, but you're curious.... You look around for him, to no avail. You only achieve getting frustrated and being late for school. You curse yourself quietly and run to school, but you're still alert, so when you pass an ally, you pick up a quiet, "please...." You stumble to a stop, heart pounding. Was that your imagination? You turn and walk slowly back, listening. You hear a woman gasp, "no, it wasn't personal! We're from different mafias... I had to..." You recognise his voice instantly, "yeah? Well this is nothing personal.... we're from different mafia.... I have to...." You freeze when you see a woman on her knees, in front of the boy. He's holding a gun to her head... His gaze flicks to you and the woman takes the opportunity to snatch the gun, pointing it back at him. He freezes, cursing quietly. You cover your mouth. The woman smirks, "have you even killed anyone before?" The boy doesn't respond, watching her. She turns the gun on you. "Wait! Dont kill-" with lightening speed she whips back around and the gun goes off. You scream as he jerks back, grabbing his shoulder, and falls to his knees. The woman laughs, "you have a crush?" The boy clutches his shoulder, panting. You whimper softly and he gasps, "no... but.... she's not a part of the mafia... She's a citizen... If you kill her, you'll be wanted for murder... not.... that it would matter.... but if you're in jail.... I can't kill you..." the woman crouches down, pressing the gun under his chin. He tilts his head back, Adam's apple bobbing. Her eyes run down his throat, to his chest. You can't help but follow her gaze. He has a very nice throat.... and chest... her eyes flick back up to his face, and your eyes flick to hers. She says, "nice jacket..." he stiffens slightly. She says, "i want it. Give it to me." Your heart starts hammering. You know what this is. A power play. You've seen it in school. Older kids would make the younger ones give them their juice, there toys, or make them go to dump their tray for them. Someone showing someone else that they're the dominant one.... the boys jaw clenches and he slowly slides the jacket off his shoulders, wincing as it brushes his bullet wound, then let's it slip down his arms. He pulls his hands out of it, careful to keep the arms from going inside out, and slowly hands it to her. Your eyes involuntarily go to his arms. He has nice arms too. You can't help but notice the veins sticking out, running down to his fingers. He's tense, so it makes the muscles and blood veins even more exaggerated. You drag your eyes back to the woman, feeling stupid for being distracted by a cute boy while you're in this situation. She takes it, examines it, and spits, "it's got a fucking hole in it...", looking at the bullet hole. She drops it on the ground and pulls out a lighter. The boy shifts forward a little, making a quiet noise. The woman jabs the gun deeper under his chin and he swallows, watching her light the lighter and drop it on the coat. Your heart hammers wildly. He stares as the coat burns....

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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....

Btw this story skips time. Each new post will usually skip some time. You've been warned.

You're still crouched down behind the trash can when the police show up. There's been gunshots going off down the ally. You gasp, "there's a boy in there! Hes-he's a teenager. He ran into the ally and I think he got shot..." tears spring to your eyes, but don't fall. You don't like him, but that doesn't mean you want him to die.... the police disappear down the ally, leaving you in the street with the rest of the people. You're glued to the spot. You cant leave until you know no one was killed at least...

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.....