The Gangleader Paction

Chapter 12: ➣ Part-time Tycoon, Half-time Gang Leader, And Full-time Asshole

He's part-time business tycoon, half-time gang leader, and full-time asshole. Great. Just great.

"Well, go get dressed, we have some training to do," He ushered, stripping the covers off of me, exposing me to the cold. Thank god I wasn't sleeping in my underwear like back at home, or else this would be awkward for the both of us.

"Gabe!" I squealed, funneling myself back into my precious warm duvets. God, it's freezing out there! I could develop a bad case of hypothermia! 

"Get up! I have strict orders to get you to man up," He insisted, throwing my precious, warm duvets over his shoulder, blocking any means access back to my blanket. What a jerk!

I knew it was the fact that I had a panic attack at the mall that Xavier wants me to man up. It's not my fault I've never been around men wielding guns! In fact, I'm new to everything here! He can't really blame me for not knowing anything, and I wonder who's fault that is.

Glowering at him, I buried my head in my pillow, refusing to get up. I wasn't getting up, I'm not doing anything today! No Xavier means a free day. I could hear Gabe sighing in annoyance before leaning against my bed. 

Letting out another small grumble he whispered, "C'mon Sky, if you get up and ready in the next 20 minutes I'll do anything you want," What a great bargain! I could get him to buy me some Ben and Jerry's. He said 'anything', didn't he?

I really don't have to think twice when it comes to other people to do things for me.

"Weedwhacker," I grumbled under my breath, trying to hide the huge grin forming on my face as I sprang from my bed. "We have a deal Gabe," I stuck my hand out poshly and he rolled his eyes playfully, but shook on it anyways.

Ben and Jerry's here I come. 

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"I hate you," I groaned, sucking in a dry breath as I wiped the cold sweat of off my forehead.

"Think of the treat Munchkin," Gabe reminded me slyly as he stood there smugly, watching me fail at making any impact on the punching back he was holding up. "Punch harder!"

"I'm trying!" I shrieked, wheezing out tiredly. We've been practicing for ages, and the bag still hasn't made any movement out of his grasp even the slightest. Am I really that weak?

Well, the only things I ever do that require some muscle is probably 96 percent opening food packets and 4 percent taking selfies.

God, I'm so lazy.

"Can we...please...call it a day?" I panted leaning my head against the punching bag exhaustedly. Gabe rolled his eyes and stole a glance at his watch before sighing.

"We've only been down here for 20 minutes," He shook his head disapprovingly and my eyes tripled in size.

"WHAT?! 20 minutes?! What the actual fudges?! I swear we were down here for half a day!" I complained, whining persistently. I didn't want to do this, I was only in it for the ice-cream. "C'mon, we can continue this another day!"

"Skyler," Gabe sighed once again.

"Gabriel," I mimicked, dramatically falling against the punching bag with a groan. 

"Alright, what do you want me to do?" He sighed once again, gazing at me expectantly.

"I need you to take me to the nearest convenience store!" I blurted, as soon as the words came out his mouth.

He rolled his eyes, "You do realize Xavier will kill me if I leave the house without his permission," Ugh, why are they so afraid of Xavier? He's just a prick with a stuck up his butt.