Kit's POV:
Trevor walks pass out table and out the door, I see a familar face follow him out.
Noah..
"I'll be right back." I get up.
"Wait." Lana gets up with me.
"What?" I ask.
"You gonna bash his head in, aren't you?"
"You read my mind." I smile.
She places a hand on my shoulder.
"Good luck..."
"Thanks." I walk out.
Trevor walks into the alley, I see Noah.
I knew him from middle school-highschool. He was my partner for a few subjects.
"What the hell are you doing?" I whisper to him.
"I could ask you the same thing!" He whispers back.
"Gonna kick Trevor's ass?" I respond.
"You're always copying me..." He mumbles.
"Are you gonna help me or not?!"
He takes a long inhale.
"Fine."
We walkd towards him as he turns around.
"Oh look, tow fa-" He was cutoff with a fist shoving his mouth.
"YOU COULDN'T WAIT?!" Noah scoldes me.
"No way."
Kicking, back talking, punching goes on for about five minutes, then.
Bang.
Y/N's POV:
Me and Lana are still talking.
"Y'know, Kit's plannin' on purposing!" She says in a sing-song voice.
"Yeah, right."
"I'm serious."
"Whatever, you say."
"Why don't you belive me?"
"Because-" A gun shot went off in the ally.
Lana quickly grabbed my hand, got up and ran out.
"LANA WHAT THE HELL?!"
"C'MON!" She let go of me infront of the door.
She ran to the ally and stood infront of it.
I could hear Noah's voice mutter out. "Lana, don't freak out.."
She let out a blood curling scream.
I walked to see what happened.
There it was...
Kit...
laying there...
covered in blood.