Oh how I hate group meetings, actually, I absolutely hate being part of that gang. Yeah I am part of a gang. I killed people before, and now I feel guilty about killing them. I sell drugs and all that stuff. I am not proud of that. I am forced to be in a gang. My dad was part of it, and I have to do it too.
I have come to a decision; I will not be part of that group anymore. I quit. I walked up to the alley between the bar and an apartment. We usually hold meeting there. Jeremiah, Aaron and Jason were waiting there, smoking on weed.
I leaned on a wall, waiting for Kyle and the rest to come.
I fished out my notebook from my locker. I was about to put it in my bag, when someone grabbed it. I turned around and came face to face with Derek. The biggest jerk and player in school. He held the notebook high up in the air. I tried to get it. But Derek being 6ft 3, and me being 5ft 6, I couldn’t get it. He started running, and I ran after him. He entered the girls bathroom and threw the notebook in the toilet.
“Get it now.” Derek smirked and spat on my face. I wiped it off with the back of my hand. I fished out the notebook from the toilet and held it in two fingers. I walked home. As I walked home, I noticed someone. I walked faster and there he was, lying in front of the gates of the house.
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Fourteen Days (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)Fanfiction
She was an innocent girl. He was a mislead teen. All he wanted to do was to protect her. She was all he wanted. He tried his best to treat her right. Until one big fight drove her out. "I never loved you!" Those fateful words lead her to the...