The Gangleader and Me(ON HOLD)

•Chapter 8•

Ashley's POV:

We were in the car driving to the date that was waiting for us to arrive. There was a comfortable silence but knowing me, I hate silence so I spoke first. "So Jordan, what made you want to ask me out?" I asked him, genuinely curious. He chuckled and said, "Well when I saw you at work my first words were, 'Damn that girl is so beautiful.' So I just HAD to be your waiter. Then I saw your brother there, but I didn't know he was your brother. I kinda thought he was your boyfriend. Well after he clarified that he was your brother I told myself that I NEED to ask out this girl so yeah.." I smiled to myself."How adorable." I told him and he groaned. "No. I'm supposed to be sexy to you." I laughed. "Jordan this is our first date. You can try to be sexy another time." He glanced at me and narrowed his eyes. I smirked. Suddenly my clutch vibrated, telling me that I had a text message. I opened it, PRAYING it wasn't from Tyler. I did NOT want him ruining this date. I pressed the home button on my phone and typed in my password.

I guess God hates me because the notification told me that I had a text message from Tyler. I rolled my eyes, but opened it nonetheless.

Tyler: I heard you were going on a date? Cheating on me already?

Me: Tyler 1st off we aren't even dating. I don't lower my standards for pretty boys like you. 2ndly how the hell did you even know that I was on a freaking date?! Stalker much?

Tyler: I'm a gang leader. A powerful one at that. You don't really think that I can't find out you are on a date with Jordan Cruz, 18 years old, works at IHOP, who makes $4.81 hourly as a waiter, he's an only child, and he is currently taking you to a famous Italian restaurant that you have to pay in advance to get a table, but me, I can walk in there and I'll get a table instantly. It's called Moretti's. Anything more you want to know on your little boyfriend?

I didn't answer him and instead turned to Jordan. "So Jordan you got any brothers or sisters?" Tyler couldn't know about all of that. Maybe he just made that crap up. "Oh unfortunately not, I I'm the only child. How about you, any other siblings?" He asks. "Oh uh kinda. There are these guys I love like brothers. One of them is named Nathan. The other two are Samuel but everyone calls him Sammy and the other one is Lucas but we all call him Luke. Oh and my real brothers Elijah who you met, but everyone calls him Curly, and then there is my oldest brother Jonathan." He nodded. "Does anyone know you're on a date right now?" he asks. Yeah... Tyler. "No just my brother Elijah. I'll most likely tell them after the date. I still need to test you." I told him.

"Test me?" he laughed. I shrugged. "Yeah duh. I have to test you. To see if your boyfriend material. I'm not one to actually hold onto a boyfriend. I'm warning you right here right now." I told him straight up. "And I'll be the one to change that." With that he winks at me and directs his eyes back to the road. "So where are we going?" I asked him. "Oh! It's this really famous Italian restaurant called Moretti's. It's amazing." I mentally rolled my eyes. Why did Tyler have to be right? "How old are you Jordan?" He chuckles and says, "I'm 18, a senior at Jefferson high." I nodded even though he couldn't see me since his eyes were glued to the road ahead of us. I felt another buzz. I typed in my password to see a kik message from the devil himself.

Tyler: So now that you've asked your questions, wasn't I right?

Me: Yeah you ass. Like I care though. Now if you'll excuse me, I got a hot ass guy who I have a date with so if you don't got more to say then ba-bye.

And with that I shut my phone completely off not even caring anymore. After I tucked my phone away in my clutch, we pulled up to the restaurant and he ran over to my door to open it for me. "I hope you like Italian." Jordan says while bowing, acting as if I'm royalty. I laughed at his stupidity. "I love anything Italian." I told him. He nodded and smiled, reaching his hand out to hold mine as he tugged it a bit. We walked towards the restaurant and I could already smell the mouth watering Italian food. We walk in to close the distance between the podium and us, to see a girl around our age or older behind it. "Hello welcome to Moretti's do you have a reservation?" she asks Jordan, giving him a flirtatious smile.