Dangerous Lives

Chapter Two

“Their what?” I shouted, shocked.

“Shh, you don’t want them to know we are talking about them.” Pam reprimanded.

“Sorry.” I mumbled.

“Anyway, yes they are rival gangs; they each have their own territory which they have to stay in or it will get nasty, the only time they do see each other is here, but they’re not allowed to have big fights that are deadly...” she trailed off.

I nodded my head... why was I so fascinated about the two leaders?

“So what are the leader’s names?”

“Well the blond haired his name is Jayden Ward, yes he is pretty hot but he’s a total player, uses girls and throws them away but they always go back to him, he’s a total pig. On the other hand, Black haired one his name is Zachary Franklin, he is also very hot but everyone secretly thinks he’s gay, no one has ever seen him with a girl or interested in one, but it doesn’t stop the sluts.” She snorted.

“Oh... they sound interesting.” I mumbled looking at Jayden ‘the player’ he was looking at the girls asses when they walked past him, his intense gaze flitted to me and he smirked when he saw I was looking at him.

I quickly looked around at Zachary to see him scowled at Jayden and he eyes flicking to me.

I cocked my head to the side and studied him why didn't he have a girlfriend? Or even a slut? I was glad maybe I should a chance—Woah what am I talking about? Of course I don’t have a chance—what the hell am I thinking? He probably is gay after all.

I sighed and locked eyes with Zachary, I was like a deer caught in headlights.

Neither of us looked away, I haven’t even spoken to this boy but I feel like I have a stupid school girl crush on him.

I felt a spark of hope that maybe he returned the feelings towards me as I always caught him staring, but maybe because he was the gang leader he had too, because I'm new.

If I had a crush on him then why do I have a physical attraction to Jayden?

The bell signalled the end of lunch and I broke eye contact with Zachary.

I shook my head from the thoughts and headed to History.

So history was a complete bore! My teacher Mrs Alley is a complete whore... she’s so annoying.

Now I'm sitting under a tree watching some juniors play football—it was assuming to see the kids who couldn’t play.

Pam didn't have my free period so I was sitting alone—but it gave to time to reflect on the ‘gangs’—I couldn’t help but laugh. Gangs really? When someone says gang I think about the junkies in the poor parts of New York City or Chicago, but the two gangs here are not junkies... not that I know of. These guys are smart and they are not gangs for drugs or money... I think this is more about power.

I rolled my eyes; they are like me and my brother for the last piece of pie.

I jumped up when I heard the bell and headed to the Gym changing rooms.

I saw Pam and rushed to her side.

“Hey Girl.” I said bumping her hip with mine.

“What’s up?”

“So what is it today? Gym or Dance?”

“Dance I think... you can dance right?”

“Yeah I was on the team at my old school.”

“Cool, here wear this.” Pam said and threw me some shorts and a shirt.

I got changed quickly and looked around whilst tying my shoes up.

I saw three girls glaring at me... ah the sluts, I wondered when I was going to ran into them—so cliché but you have them at every school and if I could punch them all them I would, they kept glaring even when I glared back.

Changing tactics I grinned and waved and I stood up and flipped them the bird, the one in the middle who had blonde long hair and gray eyes turned beet red and stormed after me.

I laughed and grabbed Pam running out of the changing room and into the hall.

“Ow” I said as I fell to the floor.

I glared up and saw Zachary, a smirk appeared on his lips and he held a hand out to me.

I put my hand in his trying to ignore the sparks—well not real ones but metaphorical, Christ it’s not werewolf or vampires.

Zachary pulled me up harder than necessary and I fell into his chest, I looked up at him through my eyelashes and nearly snorted at how stupid it was.

“Thanks.” I breathed not trusting my voice—his chest felt amazing even through his clothes.