The Gangleader and Me(ON HOLD)

•Chapter 10•

I heard him sigh and I could just imagine him, running his hands through his hair, "Yeah. after school, my place. And don't bring your little toy over." "Listen here bud, I know this is something serious, I ain't that fucking stupid to bring him into this shit. Plus he gets overly jealous at the mention of Tyler, so him being with us in a meeting about Tyler, would blow his top." I was a little mad that Natey would think that I would bring Jordan into the drama that's going on. "You're right, I'm sorry Ashy, I'm just stressed you know? I hate that Tyler has Cindy." I sighed, "I know Natey. You know how much I hate Tyler, and it's not just cuz of Cindy,but because he's just a plain asshole, but anyways, it's fine. I'll be at your place after school." "Are you coming back to school or are you skipping the whole day with your little boy toy?" I rolled my eyes.

"Ha ha. Bye loser." before he could say anything, I hung up and walked towards Jordan, who had sat down on the green grass of the park, leaning back on his elbows, as his head was thrown back, eyes closed, as if he was taking in the heat and energy from the sun. I shook my head and sat next to him. He opened one of his eyes and looked at me, a smile appeared on his face. "You're amazing you know that?" I chuckled and shook my head at him. "I told you practically my whole life story and you say I'm amazing? You caught the whole prostitution, rape, and abuse correct?"

"Yeah, I caught all of that, but the fact that you're still going, proving everyone at school that you're stronger than what happened to you is honestly what makes you so strong. You don't show everyone you're suffering. That's something hard to do." He said, with something that sounded like admiration in his voice. "Well thanks and all, but can we change topics? I'm not one to get into feels." I said while shrugging. He nodded. "So Jordan Collin Cruz, what are you? Like your race?" "My dad was born in Puerto Rico, my mom was born in Cuba, and me, born in Paterson, New Jersey. What about you?"

"I was born in Bayamon, Puerto Rico. My dad was born in LA, and my mom born in Paterson too." "How about your brothers?" "Well Curly is my 'twin'. We were born the same time but don't really look alike so I guess we're called fraternal twins, so he obviously was born in the same place as me, but my older brother Jonathan was born in Manati, Puerto Rico." I explained. "So you and your brothers are the hispanic ones in your family?" I shook my head.

"No, actually others in my family are also hispanic. My mom was born in Jersey because my grandma needed to raise money so while pregnant with my mom she moved to Jersey and had my mom. Both my grandparents from my mom and dad's side were both born in Puerto Rico. As you can tell we're a puerto rican family. My dad's dad was a bit of a manwhore. He never settled down, always slept around and got women pregnant. My dad's mom had moved to LA to get away from him. She was in love with him, but he didn't really love her. At least not at that time. Soon he did start to notice that he was in love with her, but it was too late for him since she had gotten married with a Mexican guy from LA. Anyway, my dad's dad was a puerto rican mafia leader. Leader of Los Rosas Negro. The Black Roses.

My grandmother from my mom side told me all about his ruthless ways. Said I get my violent personality from him. Anyway, my grandparents knew my dad's parents so that's how my mom and my dad met. My dad moved to Jersey with his mom when he was about 10 and that's when my parents met. He moved back to LA at 14 and then my mom moved back to Puerto Rico with her mom Sophomore year. My dad moved to Puerto Rico with his mom Junior year and that's where both my parents rekindled. Soon they dated, got married at 18 and then had my oldest brother. My older brother was lucky to have met my dad's mom. Unfortunately my dad's dad was killed in his own restaurant when my dad was 17, by some rival who wanted my grandpa dead and wanted his power. For me, I didn't get to really meet either of my dad's parents since my dad's mom lost her life to cancer when I was a baby. She did get to meet me and my other brother curly. We were about 9 months when she died so of course we don't remember her at all.

I didn't meet my mom's real dad since he left my mom's mom after he found someone 'better' but my grandma found someone instead. My step grandpa, but I never called him that. He was always my abuelo because he was there for me through a lot of things. I love how amazing him and grandma are. They aren't the stereotypical grandparents. We're latino after all. My grandma always teased him and annoyed him, but it was something so natural and you could see the love they have for each other, but yeah. Back to my family being full of latinos, I have plenty of aunts and uncles, due to my grandpa being a manwhore, plus the Arroyo family is knowns to have lots of kids. We reproduce a lot. That's why I have A LOT of cousins. One of my aunts has 10 kids actually, and that's just ONE aunt." I explained to him.

He smiled. "What?" I asked. "Nothing, I just love the fact that you're telling me all of this. Your past, family. It's nice to know that you trust me with that information. It may not be important to you but it is to me." I nodded slowly letting his words sink in. I smiled a small smile. He's right, I did tell him a lot of my life. It was just so easy to tell him. I didn't even think twice of it. The words just flew past my lips and it told him everything. I laid back, laying on the green grass.

I closed my eyes and thought, Jordan is one of those people that you meet who have that vibe where you know you can trust him with your secrets so you just basically tell him your whole life story, and that's how I felt. I mean yeah everyone knows I was a fighter, and the background around that. Not many knew about the rapes but it was something easy for me to tell Jordan. I pulled my phone out to see school had finished. "Damn time flew real quick. Sorry baby but I gotta go somewhere." I told him, getting up. "Want me to take you?" He asked and I shook my head.

"Nah, I got my bike. Mind taking it out of your truck for me?" He shook his head smiling, "Not at all babe. I promise." I nodded and we walked back to his truck and as promised, he got my bike out. Before I could hop in and drive off, he grabbed my wrist and pulled the sleeves up of my Pierce the Veil hoodie, and brought my arm up to his lips and kissed the scars on my arm. I smiled and he pulled me to him. He crashed his lips on mine making me laugh against his lips.

We pulled apart and he grabbed my ass, making my head snap towards him, sending him a playful glare. He chuckled and got into his car. I got the bike to start as he drove off, sticking a hand out from his window to wave at me. I waved back and started to drive out of the ice cream parking lot. I increased the speed of the bike once I was heading down the road. I took the route to go to Nate's house while breaking a few speeding limits.

Lucky for me, I didn't get caught by any cops meaning no ticket for me. What a good day today! Anyway, I rode down Nate's street and my eyes skimmed through all the houses since they all just looked the same to me. Finally when my eyes caught his house number I pulled up into his driveway, behind his car. Guess they got here before I did. I shut off the ignition and got off the bike, walking up the somewhat steep driveway while I pulled out the keys to his front door that I made a copy for myself a while back. I shoved the key into the lock and twisted it, unlocking the door. I opened it to see the others were already gathered around the table already discussing the plans.