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   Chapter 11 Fight Club.

The Gang Leader's Girl By Makayla Scott Characters: 29818

Updated: 2018-06-21 04:01


"I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant."

- Markus Zusak

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Sometimes I think the universe has a way to pick the worst day to knock us down. Like oh, this person is having a bad day, it would be a shame if something even worse would happen. For example, when I was in the 5th grade our teacher, Mrs. Clarke sent us off to our seats to independently read. I was just about to dive into my book when suddenly I sneezed causing me to fart the exact same time. The room that was once dead silent due to everyone already reading their books was now filled with roaring laughter and I wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow me whole right then and there.

And if that wasn't enough later that day when I was coming back to the third foster home that year, there were already social workers waiting for me when I arrived. They told me I was going to be transferred to another house and that I should go pack my things. I begged them not take me from Ada, but it was no use. They said she was unfit to take care of me anymore. Ada was in her late sixty's or early seventy's I can't remember now. What I do remember is I actually enjoyed living with her. She was the sweetest lady I ever met, she gave me hope that maybe not everyone in the system was horrible. I was devastated to say the least. And from that moment on I knew the universe was against me.

"Wake up, sleeping ugly, " Wyatt shouted, barging into my room.

"I'm already awake." I offered him a small smile, running the brush through my hair.

"Great, you're coming with Phoenix, Indy, Kina and I after school to go shopping." He declared.

Go shopping? How was I suppose to go shopping without any money? I mean it would be nice to get out of the house and explore the town. I looked up at Wyatt and saw his bright blue eyes shining down at me with excitement. I couldn't go even if I wanted to though, I was supposed to go with Axel after school so he could teach me how to fight. And if I cancel on him, he probably wouldn't give me another chance, seeing as he didn't want to in the first place.

"I-i can't." I knew he was going to be disappointed.

"And why in the hell not?" He asked confused.

"I have plans after school, " I told him, which wasn't exactly a lie.

"And those plans would be?" He dragged out, not accepting my answer.

"I um, I joined the book club." I lied. "Yep, book club, " I repeated to myself.

I mentally facepalmed, I was useless under pressure. But I couldn't tell him the real reason, especially the whole Axel teaching part. I feel like that wouldn't end well for anyone.

"We have a book club?" Wyatt asked confused, making a face.

"That's a good question, " I muttered under my breath.

"You say something?" Wyatt looked over at me.

"Yeah, I said can I take a rain check? You know when I money to go shopping?" I covered for myself.

"Oh did no one tell you?" He spoke out.

"Tell me what?" I asked.

"Rose put a hundred dollars and one of her old phones in the nightstand." He said walking over to my bed and pulling out the phone and money.

"She knew you were coming here with literally nothing but the clothes on your back. So she thought you'd want to buy yourself some clothes, ya know?"

"That's so kind of her, " I said shocked, no foster parent has ever done anything like this for me before. I wanted to give them back to her and tell her letting me live here was way more than enough, but I also didn't want to seem rude. I remembering mom always said it was impolite not to accept a gift that someone went out of there way to give you. So instead I'll tell her how grateful I was the next time I see her.

"Here, " Wyatt said handing me the phone.

It was a black iPhone, I wasn't sure what generation it was and I didn't really care either. It was thin and looked very fragile. I never had a touchscreen phone before, it was fancy, to say the least. I didn't understand everyone's fascination with iPhones or even smartphones in general, they can call and text like any other cellphone the rest is just unnecessary.

"Everyone's number is already in it." He explained.

"I don't know what to say." I was in shock, not understanding why Rose would go out her way to do any of this for someone she just met.

"Well, I'll be downstairs. There is an hour before school." He told, giving me one last look before walking away.

Apart of me really wished I could have gone with them but the other part of me knew I didn't like shopping. Has much as I wanted to be like them: cheerful, full of life, but above all... happy, that just wasn't me.

Well, that used to be me, you know, before my life spiraled out of control. How do you feel happy when everything that made you smile is gone? I looked at my reflection of myself in the mirror, I definitely looked better. The usual dark circles around my eyes were still there but they weren't as intense as they had been. I was bathed and dressed in clean clothes, which was a great change from what I used to. My hair was brushed and there was no dirt under my nails. You never noticed the little things in your everyday life until they are taken away from you.

I was surprised to see my cheek hadn't bruised from Noah's attack, it was just a little red. I now kind had wished it would had bruised just so I could show Camila and prove I was telling the truth. And to say I wasn't terrified to walk downstairs would be a lie. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, did Camila already tell Rose? Or anyone else for that matter? Maybe I should tell Rose the truth, maybe I'll have a chance to explain before Camila tells her a bunch of lies.

A deep sigh left my mouth as I sat down my brush on the dresser, I grabbed my notebook and pencil, turned around and looked back to the room, making sure I wasn't forgetting anything.

I knew I was stalling so I walked out of the room, shutting the door before I changed my mind. I slowly walked down the stair looking to see if they were waiting for me with torches and pitchforks at the ready.

"You better give me that last apple or I swear to God I will cast your soul into Davy Jones' Locker!" Wyatt said threatening Phoenix who had the apple behind his back.

He was desperately trying to reach behind Phoenix to grab it but it was to no avail. I watched Indy walked behind her older brother and grabbed the apple out of his grasp, and took a bite of it.

"Hey!" They both said in unison.

"Problem solved." She shrugged, taking another bite.

Wyatt and Phoenix both held pouty looks on there face as they watched Indy eat their apple.

"Oh stop looking at me like I stomped on your sand castles." She rolled her eyes walking out the kitchen.

"No worse! You stole my food!" Wyatt shouted at her.

"Um actually, it was mine, " Phoenix said, pointing at himself.

"We both know you would have given it to me honey, " Wyatt said, patting him on the chest before retreating out the kitchen.

It was now Phoenix's turn to roll his eyes at his boyfriend. Watching them two together I couldn't help but smile, they were so good together. Their love was pretty much undeniable, I wanted what they had someday.

"Hey, Mia." Phoenix smiled as he walked past me.

"Hey." I returned his smile.

"Oh, by the way, Rylan wanted you." He told me before walking into Wyatt's room.

I walked further into the hallway and knocked on the door across from the room Phoenix had just walked in. I was guessing this was Rylan's room, It was either his or Rose's room according to what Camila had told me the first day I moved in.

"Please be Rylan's room, " I muttered to myself.

"It's your lucky day Sugarplum." Rylan greeted me with a grin.

"I heard you were looking for me?" I questioned him.

"My whole life." He said, moving aside from the door, silently telling me to come in.

I rolled my eyes at him, walking into his room. It was actually rather clean for a teenager, I was expecting to see random pieces of clothes thrown around or papers scattered about but there was nothing of the sort.

"Here, " Rylan said, handing me a black Nike backpack.

The bag looked brand new, I couldn't see any signs of wear and tear.

"That's really sweet, " I told him honestly, looking up at him.

"Oh yeah, well you know." I watched as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

"I figured you needed it more than me." He said rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding my eye contact.

"Thank you, you really didn't need to do that, " I told him, putting my notebook, pencil, and my new phone into the bag.

"Well, you can always repay me, " Rylan smirked at me, wiggling his eyebrows.

"And how do you suppose I do that?" I asked him, giving him a look.

"Uhh, with a high five of course." He said awkwardly, seein

t, sadness, and aggravation you feel and turn it into anger, and then take that anger and let it be the reason you fight. You'll need to learn how to control your emotions instead of letting them control you." He spoke so wisely.

"But none of that is going to happen if you can't come to terms with who you are, it's just going to get you hurt. I'm not teaching you how to fight until you learn to love yourself, Mia." Axel told me staring at me in the mirror.

I wanted to protest against him but suddenly there was a knock on the warehouse door, which was weird because this place was out in the middle of nowhere.

"Stay here." Axel gave me a stern look before walking towards the door.

"Hello, I'm sorry to bother you but do you a bottle of water? My engine overheated a few yards back and this was the first place I came across." Said an oddly attractive man when Axel opened the door. He had dark disheveled hair and ocean blue eyes, the guy looked around Axel's age. He was wearing a dark blue graphic shirt and jeans, overall he looked harmless.

"No, " Axel grunted, shutting the door in his face.

Why his he so rude to everyone? I was so sick of it. I walked over the boxing ring and grabbed my shirt, throwing it back on before spotting a water bottle sat on the wooden bench next to the weights.

"Is it really necessary to be so rude to everyone?" I asked angrily, grabbing the water bottle.

"Mia don't open that fucking door." Axel hissed at me.

But it was already too late, I swung the door open coming face to face with the blue-eyed man, who looked like he was about to knock on the door again.

"Here you go." I smiled, handing him the water bottle.

"Thanks." He smiled crudely at me.

Instead of grabbing the bottle of water the man grabbed my arm and pulled into him, he twisted me around so that I was now facing Axel. I felt as he put his arm underneath my throat tightly, making sure I couldn't run. I started shaking uncomfortably when I saw the gun he had pointed at Axel.

"You can never listen can you?" Axel greeted his teeth.

"Really that's what you're thinking about?" I exasperated.

"Well, I hate to be the one that told you so, wait no I'm not. I fucking told you so!" Axel seethed.

"Both of you! shut the fuck up!" The man shouted.

Axel finally turned his attention to him for the first time since I opened the door.

"I'm really not in the mood for you, " Axel stated, coming closer.

"You won't be in the mood for anything once I killed you." He smiled crookedly, chambering a round. The gun was pointed straight at Axel's head.

In a split second, Axel had a hold of the guy's arm, pushing the gun down towards the ground, the gunmen panicked and pulled the trigger that was aimed at his own foot. The sound of the bullet rang in my ear followed by the sound of the man's blood-curdling scream as the bullet entered his flesh. The dark hair boy released his hold on me and I ran towards Axel's friends that were running back to the gym area after hearing the shot.

I turned around and watched as Axel grabbed the gun from the man's grasp and pistol-whipped him in the side of the head, sending him falling to the ground out cold.

"Get him out of here and check for others, " Axel ordered his friends.

And of course, they obeyed acting like this was normal for them. I saw the four muscular men drag the unconscious boy away. All I could do is gape at everything that happened.

"Are you okay?" Axel asked walking over, examining me.

"No, I'm not okay!" I yelled, finally recovering.

"That guy needs to go the hospital!" I shouted.

"And what the hell just happened!" I continued.

"Darren is going to take him to the hospital, don't worry Angel, " Axel said in a hushed voice.

"Stop calling me that!" I said frustrated.

"Calling you what Angel?" He asked, knowing what he was doing.

"How can you act so casual about what just happened?" I hollered on the verge of a freaking meltdown. "There was just a gun pointed at your head Axel and you act like it was nothing, why?" I demanded answers.

"I'm used to it." He shrugged, having no care in the world.

"Axel!" I growled.

"Mia." He said amused.

"Fucking tell me!" I cursed having enough of his games.

"You really want to know?" He asked moving closer to me, his hot breath hitting my face.

His closeness intimidated me and I lost the breath that I was already struggling to keep. I couldn't think to form any words so I just nodded my head.

"I'm in a gang Mia, I'm their leader." Axel watches me closely waiting to see how I would react.

Axel was a gang leader?

"Of course! How didn't I see that one coming?" I shook my head in disbelief, backing up slightly.

"What's that suppose to mean?" He narrowed his eyes at me.

"The black leather jacket, the fighting, the whole suffer in silence thing you have going, oh yeah let us not forget these random people that listen to every word you say." I listed out.

"I can't believe I'm just now putting the pieces together!" I threw my hands up exasperated.

"Why are you in a gang?" I interrogated him, now curious.

"Why do you ask so many questions?" Axel seethed at me.

"Because I'd be a fool not too." I shot back, just as angry.

"You could had died just now, hell I could have died!" I shouted at him. "Does that not register in that thick skull of yours?" I questioned.

"Are you scared?" He asked, an unreadable expression on his face.

"I lived in New York all my life, this isn't my first rodeo, " I told him, avoiding his question which was true, there were a lot of gangs in New York but I always avoided that scene.

Axel shot me a look before saying that we need to leave, something about it wasn't safe for me here right now. The ride home was silent, neither one of us said a word to each other but I could tell we were both thinking about the same thing:

What's going to happen now?

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