The Gangleader and Me(ON HOLD)

•Chapter 11•

Idiot Bf: Hey baby, will you do me the pleasure of letting me take you on another date?

I smiled at his text and rolled my eyes at his cheesiness.

Me: Hmm... Sure. When and where?

Idiot Bf: How about this Friday, I'll pick you up at 8 pm. And for the where part, it's a secret babe, I can't tell.

Me: Aww why not?

Idiot Bf: Bc a secret is meant to be kept until the one who possesses the secret wants it to be told.

Me: *Rolls eyes* yeah okay, that's not fair you ass

Idiot Bf: Sorry my lips are sealed baby. <3 ttyl, you're probably busy

Me: Yes, very busy. Bye babe.

I turned my phone off shaking my head. "What's with the smile?" I snapped my head up to see Sammy there standing with a cup of soda in his hand. "Huh?" I asked. "The smile. Who caused it?" He asked. "Oh, nobody." I told him. He shook his head smiling. "Sissy poo, you know me. I'm not like Nathan or Luke. Tell me. Was it the boyfriend. Jordan right?" he asked. I sighed. "Yeah, but I didn't even know I was smiling. Anyway, why'd you come in here?" I asked. He nodded his head towards the popcorn. "Nate told me to come in here to see if you died from the microwaves radioactive waves that it released from popping popcorn." I raised an eyebrow at his statement. "Nate's words not mine."

"Should've known, that kid is a dumbass sometimes." Sammy nodded with a chuckle, and I turned around to open the microwave to reach inside and retrieve the popcorn bag. I opened it and poured its contents into the bowl. When I finished, I crumbled up the bag and tossed it into the trash along with the others, but when I turned around to grab the bowl, Sammy was already halfway out of the kitchen with his soda and the popcorn bowl, walking towards the living room. I shook my head and walked out the kitchen and plopped myself down on the loveseat, propping my feet up on one of the armrests. "So what movie are we watching?" I asked as I reached my hand over to the bowl of popcorn, grabbing a handful.

"We're watching A Nightmare On Elm Street." I nodded. I picked up a popcorn from my handful, popping it into my mouth as I reached for Nathan's cup of soda and taking a sip. "Hey! That was mine!" He protested. I shrugged and took another sip from the cup. "Stupid little bitch..." He muttered under his breath. "Thanks for the compliment pussy." I said with a smirk. He rolled his eyes, pouring himself another cup of soda. I snap my eyes towards the screen, watching intently as the character is walking around the diner calling out to the waitress. I sighed finished the popcorn I had in my hand and the soda in my cup. I stretched my legs out and cuddle into a ball in the loveseat, deciding to take a nap. "Dude are you SERIOUSLY going to sleep through a movie that's about some guy who haunts you through your dreams and if he kills you in his dreams, you die in real life?" Luke asks looking at me with wide eyes. I chuckled and looked at him. "Luke, I've seen this movie like a bazillion times. Freddy gonna slice Dean's hand in 3..2..1." I counted and right on cue Freddy slices through the character's skin of his palm, making him bleed. He rolls his eyes as I smirk at him. I close my eyes, letting sleep consume me.

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I felt my body be shaken by my shoulders, making me groan and swat my hand to make the disturbance go away. "Ashy, come on, we gotta go. It's time." I slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "Hmm?" I hummed. "We've got to go, do the plan remember?" I looked at him for a couple of seconds, letting my brain decipher his words. After a while I nodded and stood up, stretching, and collecting my phone that came out of my pocket when I fell asleep. "Alright, let's go." I yawned. The four of us walked out the door, the girls locked the door as we headed to the cars. "Ash your bike is parked behind my car." Nate said. "Shut up. Let's just take Sammy's or Luke's." Nate rolled his eyes but we all decided to go in Sammy's car. We drove down the road in silence which kind of ticked me off so I pulled out my earbuds and started to listen to music.