The Gangleader and Me(ON HOLD)

•Chapter 9•

Instead I turned around completely and ran as fast as I could up the stairs, into my room, and locking the door. Seconds later I can hear fists pounding on the door and yells telling me to come out. "Oh just fuck off. I'm not fucking stupid." I yell through the door. Thank God Eli went to sleep over one of the guys he's friends with in the football team. He finally stopped, probably realizing that I was honestly not going to come out of my room. "Oh when I see you, you will definitely get the punishment you deserve little one." he said. "Yeah whatever bitch." I said and headed towards my bathroom, ready to take a hot ass shower, hoping to wash off any of today's events away. I squeezed the shampoo bottle over my hand and let the cool shampoo liquid fall into my warm palm. I raised my hand and scrubbed the shampoo into my hair, making soapy bubbles on my head as the water pouring down on me, the water that stayed in my hair and the shampoo that was mixing all together.

After I finished, I positioned my head under the running water, and washed out all the soapy shampoo on my head. After all the soap was finally out of my hair, I turned off the water and stepped out the shower, grabbing my pure black towel and drying my body from all the excess water. I walked back into my room and opened one of my drawers to pull out my underwear and bra. After I put those on, I grabbed one of Eli's white t-shirts that I stole from him and a pair of shorts, putting them on. My phone buzzed from where I left it and I sighed. I walked over to my phone that was resting on my bed. I opened up the message I got and rolled my eyes.

Tyler: Have sweet dreams princesa, dream of me;)

Me: Fuck you. Only way you'd be in my dreams is if I killed you, slow and painfully.

With that I closed out of the app and tapped on the spotify app, already walking towards where my earbuds were lying and scrolled through my song list. I clicked on 'Wrong Side of Heaven' by Five Finger Death Punch and raised the volume till it reached its maximum. I bobbed my head to the beat and scrolled through my contacts list. I decided to text Brody.

Me: What's up loser?

I locked my phone and laid on my bed, closing my eyes and letting the music drown me out. I bobbed my head to the heavy metal music that blasted through my ears. I mouthed along to the lyrics. Before I could drift off to sleep my phone buzzed again.

Brody: How rude of you to talk to your future husband like that. That's not really nice is it?

I laughed at his comment. After a year knowing Brody, he started saying he was my future husband and I always denied it.

Me: Now you know I'm not a nice person. So wyd?

Brody: that's very tru. Just thinking about how wonderful you would look between my mattress and my sheet, naked.

Me: oi, perv, don't imagine that because, I ain't never gon sleep with you

Brody: you say that now. But you will

I can imagine him smirking at his comment. For the rest of the night, Brody and I talked about complete nonsense, something I needed. I needed to get my mind off all the drama that was starting to appear in my life and it was all because of one guy. Tyler fucking Roman. The guy I learned to detest so much, and I've only known him for a couple days. That's how annoying this guy was, and he calls himself a gang leader. I scoffed at the thought. Gang leader my fucking ass. He is nothing, but a spoiled brat who thought people were pawns in HIS game when reality, we were all pawns in life's game. Life played us the way it wants, and messes with us for it's entertainment. I was not his little pawn. Oh no no, he's not the one who's going to screw up my life. There was no way to screw up my life anymore. I'm going to screw with his... I smirked at the thought, and finally fell asleep after telling Brody a goodnight.