"Does everyone understand or was this meeting pointless?" I ask pointing to the board. I just explained our very complicated plan to eliminate the enemy.
Well win back our territory anyways.
I hear murmurs of 'yes' chorus throughout the room, and maybe a no?
I nod and walk out the door. Like a badass if I must add.
What happened next was completely unexpected. To say the least I was tackled and at the same time a shot rang through the air.
I pulled out my gun and immediately started shooting back. I felt a bullet whiz past my nose and I shot at them. Whoever it was fell to the ground as another gun was pointed at me and fired. I rolled and ducked while shooting back at them.
Soon they were all dead and I looked at my tackler.
"What the hell is this about?" I asked the mysterious person who I have now found to be Caleb Rivers the 'badboy' at our school.
"Well I just saved your life princess, you should be thanking me," the bitch had the nerve.
"Why the hell did they try to kill both me and you?" I asked the obvious.
"Well they would be Cece's gang or in other words the 'A Team'." he stated what I should've known, considering they're my enemies.
"So I know why they were trying to kill me but why do they want to see you six foot under?" I ask completely dumbfounded.
"Because some things that happened. Now why do you know about them?" he asked just as dumbfounded as I am.
"Because they took my territory and I want it back. What are you a gangleader or something?" I ask with a chuckle because I know he don't have the balls, brawn, or brain to be.
"Yeah I am, why Hanna Marin?" he asked with a smirk.
"Well that's just because you don't look like the gangleader type." I stated with a (badass) smirk.
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Gangleader Type
Fanfiction"Well you just don't seem like the gangleader type." ••• This book does contain explicit content. Read at your own risk. All rights reserved.
