The Gangleader and Me(ON HOLD)

•Chapter 8•

"Ah. Jordan Cruz I assume." Tyler said, giving Jordan his undivided attention. Though I knew he was afraid a little, he was pretty amazing at covering it up with a stoic expression. "Yeah. And you are?" He asked. I bursted out laughing. I pointed towards Tyler and said, "Ha! You aren't as famous as you thought you were bitch!" I laughed. His smile didn't falter, not even a bit. "Tyler. Tyler Christian Roman." he introduced himself to Jordan. "Okay well I'm in a middle of a date with a fantastic girl, so if you don't mind, please do leave us alone." Jordan said. I was honestly shocked. I mean I wasn't afraid of Tyler, even though I know his status. No what shocked me was Jordan was standing up to Tyler, while knowing his status.

I'll admit it, Tyler could take Jordan. Jordan could put up a hell of a fight but Tyler could do some serious damage. Tyler was around 6'4 or taller while Jordan was around maybe 6'2 or taller. I was terrible at guessing height anyways. "Oh I'm sorry. I don't want to steal your girl from you right when you're in the middle of your first date with her." Tyler said and that's where he pushed it. "Look you disgusting idiot, there would be no way you could steal me from Jordan here. He's a good guy, something you aren't." I told him as I poked his chest. He grabbed my hand and pulled me flush against his chest and wrapped his arm around my waist in one swift moment. "He may be a good guy, but does this bad girl really want a good golden boy or..." He paused to move his lips next to my ear. I could feel his hot breath brush against my ear and the nape of my neck. "The very bad boy holding you." Tyler finished and nipped at my earlobe.

I was dazed by everything until I felt Tyler being pushed off me. I finally got my head in the right mind set, I set a scowl on my face. "You know I can insult you with words all I want, but actions speak louder than words right?" He nodded with a smirk on his face. I guess he was expecting for me to leave with him. Instead I bawled my hand into a tight fist, and punched Tyler right on his jaw, making his head snap to the side. He turned his head towards me, seeing the rage and fire burning in my eyes. He had confusion in his eyes, but it was gone the second it appeared. "I see who wears the pants in this possible relationship." Tyler said, then winked at me. "Don't make me fucking punch you again." I said, already raising a fist. He chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. He walked away and out the restaurant. I sighed and plopped down in my seat, Jordan copying my actions. "Well that happened..." Jordan said. I nodded, not wanting to speak. "Oh I'm so sorry for what Tyler did..." Jennifer said. I shook my head and smiled.

"No it's fine. It isn't your fault. Can we get a box to go perhaps?" I asked. "Yes no problem. Do you want some ice for your hand? I can see it reddening a bit." I smiled up at her, "No I'm fine. Trust me, I'm used to hitting people so this doesn't affect me the slightest." Which was true. There was a little sting of pain that spread across my hand, but that always happens when I hit something or someone. She gave another apologetic smile but left to get the box for the Zeppoles. "Not to ruin our date further, but were you and Tyler a thing? I heard the rumors that are spreading about you two already." Jordan said. I rolled my eyes and said, "If you honestly think I want to be anywhere near that thing than you are the dumbest guy ever. And I've met some serious idiots. Tyler and I never dated, never had sex, and never conversed until recently, but don't worry, it'll end soon. There's some unfinished business I have with him, but do go ahead and believe whatever rumors you want to. Like I said, I don't do boyfriends. Never will. Here take the fucking balls."

I pushed the plate towards him and got up, collecting my things. "Oh how could I forget?" I grabbed my Piña Colada and took a couple sips, clicked my tongue, sighed from the great flavors and lastly said, "What a waste of such a great Piña Colada..." With that I pulled the straw out and dumped it all over Jordan. "And that's for asking if Tyler and I were a thing before." With that I walked off and out the restaurant, taking my phone out. "I see you left him." I heard his voice. I rolled my eyes and continued walking away. "You need a ride." He said. I stopped and turned around, to be face to chest with him. I rolled my eyes again and looked up to him so I could look him in the eyes. "Listen you fucking prick, I'm so fucking tired of your fucking shit. You are more annoying that a fucking kid on a sugar high. So I would absolutely LOVE if you would extract yourself out of my life. Thank you!" I yelled in his face.

I turned around, bent down and took off the dreadful heels off, and started walking off, dialling a number from the top of my head. I put the phone to my ears and let it ring. I stopped walking when the person picked up. "Heelllo weirdo." He said. "Natey mind picking me up?" "Uhh, where, when, and why?" He asked. I sighed, "Nathan can you just pick me up. This annoying asshole is here and I need to get as far as possible away from him." I said, turning to see Tyler giving me a smirk. "Who?" Nate asked. "Tyler you fuck face." I said. "Okay where are you? Is he touching you? Is he talking to you? Ashley say chicken if he's holding you hostage."

"NATHAN FUCKING NGUYEN WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'm at Moretti's. And before you ask, I was on a date with a pretty good guy, until this faggot who thinks he's big and tough, ruined it with his presence." I said. "How hurtful." I heard Tyler. "Oi didn't I fucking tell you to get the fuck out of my life. That means GET AWAAAAY!" I yelled at him. He chuckled shaking his head. "Well okay then. I'll be there in 10 minutes. Don't let him rape you." Nate said. "Like that faggot can get this bomb ass pussy." "OKAY BYE!" Nate said and I chuckled. I felt Tyler wrap his arms around me and whisper into my ear. "If I want that bomb ass pussy, I will get it. I always get what I want." With that he unwrapped his arms from around me, walked away, and got into his sleek black car. What a fucking bitch but what an amazing car. It just HAD to be a fucking black 1967 chevy impala. God, now that's a sexy car. The car from fucking Supernatural...