The nerd and the gang leader

~Chapter One~

*I'll update this soon i made it when i was young so it's not my best but thank you guys for reading it 🥰*
~Crystals POV~

Hi my name is Crystal Davis and I love music. I love music up to a point where I actually think Elvis Presley is my dad. I am what u call a nerd. Considering that I graduated high school. I just really can't get the great idea of getting out the prison called home. By what I just said u can probably tell that I hate my household, I only hate my household because my parents are extremely abusive.             
Anyways like I was saying I graduated college at 20and now I am 22 years old, I am working at a hipster dinner called Rover's.
I am a very intelligent person but yet I'm stuck with a job in California that barely pays me enough to buy myself a pair of shoes every 2 months.

I am currently getting ready for work trying my best not to make so much noise so that my parents can hear. I am trying to be very quiet because I have night shifts that start at 8:30 at night and end at 4:30 in the morning. I decided to wear a striped long sleeve top with a jacket along with some mom jeans and doc martens.

I grabbed my penny board getting ready to leave the house when I got hit by my fathers knee in the stomach.
"Where do you think your going slut?" My father said with a tone in which he sounded drunk.
"I-i-I am going t-to work" I said slowly getting up from the floor.
"Wow the ugly slut actually has a job I'd think your first job would be a strip club or something" He said obviously trying to get on my nerves.
He punched me in the face and then he grabbed my wrist (harder than he should have) and threw me out of the house. So I can go to work now. I wasn't going to cover up the bruises cause no one would ask what happened cause no one actually cares about me.

I got to Rovers and when I was opening the door I noticed that my wrist was bruised really badly. I covered my face with my hair and covered my wrist with the sleeves of my flannel. I walked in and Rover(the restaurant owner) came towards me and said "come here we need to get those bruises covered up and don't tell me you don't have any because u have some everyday", as if he was my dad, which I considered him as.
Rover gave me this job right after I graduated college and he noticed I was in deep depression when my brother went missing on graduation day.

My brother Andrew, was my best friend/amazing big brother. We were both abused by my dad and stepmother at the age of five right after my mom died in a car accident. Drew was there when I needed him the most,  he was there when I was bullied at school, he was there when I went through depression, he was there when I would cried about my mothers death, he was there when my father hurt me verbally, and he was there when I got smarter and wanted to graduate early.

"Rover leave them alone there not that noticeable and none will care anyway" I simply told him cause I didn't really care.

"I care Crystal, go to the back and lay out my wife's makeup and I'll be right there just wait" he told me and I did as I was told.

He covered up the bruise on my cheek but not the ones on my wrists cause he never saw them.
"There u go now go wait table #3" he said once he finished.
I walked towards the small group of snobby girls.
"Hello my name is Crystal and I will be your waitress today what would you like" I said in a singing voice but not really trying or they'd make fun of me.

At Rovers Diner we age to sing every time we take a costumers order and it can get annoying.

"Oh wow look at this fatty she is so pretty.... Pretty ugly!" The girl in the middle said while laughing like a dying hyena. Ugh sometimes people really get on my nerves. If u didn't know I have Anorexia Nervosa. I was diagnosed with it when I was 12. It all started when I was getting bullied and these girls would call me fat and ugly. It made me have this image of a perfect girl in my head. I am a very petite person as people describe me. I am 5'1, I'm not even short. Well at least that's what I think.

Anyways when I was 12 I weighed 113 pounds and by my high school graduation I weighed 96 pounds. I stayed that weight until after a few years when my parents wouldn't stop calling me fat and I was incontrolable. At this very second now I am 87 pounds.
"I would just like to take your order ma'am so what would you like" I said with tear threatening to fall out.
"Aww is fatty going to cry ... well who cares" she said and then gave me her order.
"Oh and don't eat our order on you way here please fatty" she said laughing agin like a dying hyena which make me cringe every time I heard it.
Sigh*
Tonight's going to be a very long night.

~Marlo's POV~

What's up my names Marlo King I'm 22 years old and I am the gang leader of one of the most feared gangs in the America. Yeah I guess you could say it's pretty cool but eh whatever. I have been in this gang for about 9 years and I've been the leader of it for 8 years. I have two best buds, Xavier and Ace, right beside me as my co-leaders. I graduated high school but never really considered college. I am walking to my favorite diner, Rovers, after a long day on arguing. I walked in and sat in a booth near the window with Ace and Xavier.
A very small adorable girl walked over to us and smiled. OML that smile can light up the world I swear. I looked up and stared into her light aqua green eyes and I was under her spell.
She got to our table and sang the usual tune they sang here and found out her name was Crystal.

"So babe, you wanna go back to my place?" Ace asked trying to get her all for himself but she was mine.
I looked back a Ace and mouthed " mine".
She is my kitten.
I turned my head towards her and her gaze met mine. I examined her whole body then saw a really bad bruise.
Who hurt my kitty?!!