Titani

Meet the gang 💀

Calmly, I tried to think about what I would do to avoid been caught with the gang again... Mr. Roland had warned me about hanging out with 'em but I decided that I'd be the one to choose what or who I want to hang out with.

That's just me, an intro-extrovert. Seems lame, right?
Well... I don't care what you call it. Like I said, there are a lot of things that I really don't care about.
Not my lame name "Titani", not my cyborg cat and not Mr Roland's advice for sure. I guess you don't know me yet, eh? That's just it, even I don't really know much about myself... Not even my real age... I was told that I'm 17 years old. You can't blame him though, Mr Roland I mean. From what he narrated, I woke up after being in coma for three years... Spoiler, I think I should be 20 but... It doesn't matter to me.

"Yo! You dreamin' again?? Get over here and grab some chips before we leave. Ain't nobody gonn' catch us this time" He called out to me, poking at one of the chips bags on the shelf. He stared at it, adjusting his shades while trying to pronounce the name on the bag. I thought he would succeed but he just shrugged and grabbed it, tossing it into the paper bag he sneaked in.

That's Dipper, the albino dumbass of the gang. He never stops talking about how lame his dog is because it fails to run after the rodet ( that's what we call a frisbee) whenever he throws it. Since our planet has a weak ozone layer, he goes around in the day, dressed like a vampire afraid of the sun. The rest of the gang called him "Dracubino", a nickname from the combination of Dracula and albino.
It seems lame to me though.

I trolled along, watching out for Lamar, the oldie who owns the store. That was my own part of the job, being the watchman. It fitted me well, since I'm someone who rarely gets distracted easily, I mean... you know I don't care. Layla was doing her flips while Madrey held the cam for her, taking quick positions to make sure he got good angles for the final video.

That was Layla for you, a beautiful one for sure. Ebony with lips that glowed due to a lot of licking or so I think. Badass at flips, she turned downed the school's cheerleading team nine times and competed at an illegal club where stunts masters met. There's something special about her... Can't really say though.. but I find her... *Clears throat* attractive. That's all, I'm serious, it's not as if I like her.

Madrey... Well, nerd of the gang, dark with curly hair, the rich one in the gang, smartass hacker who prefers his V-tube page to anything. He's been managing it before I knew him, with a lot of followers though. I can't really say much about him... I just know that he loves videogames and uses a make-believe name and character to beat people in the gaming world.
No one knows why he keeps hanging out with poor asses like us, even if he says it's because he wants to but then... It's not my problem.

I started to count my steps as I followed Dipper while he picked  a juice bottle, smiled while looking like an alien wearing shades and dropped it in my arms. "That's your next duty. I'mma be waiting for you by the toilet window. Make sure to pass it without spilling it at all, alright?" He poked my ribs, grinning. Gesturing to the other two, they all walked out through the store's front door while Lamar was attending to a customer.
A lot of people see us when we come for our raids since the store isn't really a big one. Lamar had a cleaner, an old woman but I guess I've never really met her. Madrey was the one who told me about her, said her name was Toukee... Weird name. So people who came to shop see us a lot (this is not the first... It's probably not going to be the last) but we always sneered at them, warning to come rob 'em if they reported. Lame, right? But it worked for sure.
I picked up the paper bag, made my way to the toilet, waiting patiently as the door knob beeped and turned green, signaling that the toilet was empty. I walked in, still holding on to the paper bag and the orange juice. I tapped the doorknob to close the door and made my way up to the vent directly above the WC. Pulling the cover lightly, it came off, giving out a lotta dust. I sweared and frowned as I dropped the cover on the WC's tank.
Grabbing the paper bag, I placed it in the vent, pushing it to the right. Madrey had made a hole in the vent the day before. No one knew how he did but I, for sure, was not interested.
We'd be able to drop whatever we took in the store outside through the hole.
Hoping that the gang would have gotten there, I delivered the bottle too, breathing slowly as I heard the bang! sound that it made as it felt to the floor outside. I turned back, arranging myself. The hole wasn't big enough for me to pass through so I had to go through the front door. Making my way out of the toilet, I walked towards the front door while yawning.

Just before I stepped out, I saw that the gang were being held by Beza, the zone's big bully, and his "walkers" ( the name we gave to the bullies who always followed Beza around). Lamar came, trudging behind me while mumbling something I couldn't make sense out of.
Geez... Here was I, stuck between two bad choices. Lamar was sure to hold me responsible for his missing goods since my so-called "reputation" says a lot about me. I had a score to settle with Beza after what I did to him yesterday. Seeing that he came with his "minions", I wasn't going to jump out. I leaned on the glass of the storefront and saw the gang getting pushed around by Beza while I was safe. Lamar got close to me and tapped my shoulder. "Boy, you've been sneakin' around my store since huh?? Where the heck is my goods!?!?" He shouted at me, while I grinned, finding the use of the word "goods" funny. I mean... It was just a packet of gum, two bags of chips and the orange juice.
I tried to sound as nice as I could be, searching frantically for my beeper.
"Nah... I'm good. Didn't take no goods bruh, I'm serious" I sneered at him and walked straight out of the store.
You see, I'm a big fan of the ghetto English accent so I make use of it even if I'm not a black American.

The gang were still struggling with Beza and his boys. Madrey shrieked as Beza smashed the camcorder that he snatched. I ran towards them, yelling Beza's name to leave 'em alone and come settle scores with me instead.

I had met him the previous day on my way to Layotte's bakery (Don't worry, she's not important). He was pulling at some metal stuck in the dumpster when he noticed me and grinned.
"Got some robeons with ya, eh Titani? I know you got some eh. How about sharing with yo bruh huh?" He said as we were a few meters away from each other. I thought of running but then... To hell with him. I was going to punch him in the face, that's for sure. I was close to a wheezing street pole that was probably faulty. Standing close to it, I made up my fist and kept 'em beside me, waiting for Beza to pull at my purse ( I wore it on me like a bag).
He got close, tugged at the purse and bent his head like he was greeting me. I took this as an opportunity and smashed my fist right in his goddamn freckled face, Pow! He groaned and fell to the floor, holding his face in his hands. I spat at him and walked away, leaving him in the sand.

Beza saw me walking towards them and he sneered with disgust at me, doing the "I'll kill you" gesture with his hand as he walked towards me.

I really couldn't stand toe to toe with Beza. Tall and sturdy, he looked like a red brick wall, due to his complexion. I guess he likes to bully lads because of his physique, though my blow dropped him down hard cos' I could see the plaster on his face.

He lunged at me, his fist close behind him...