Despicable Me,

Despicable You,

Despicable Us,

Chapter 1: Misery Business

I pushed up my glasses as I read the book in my glove covered hands, waiting for my sister to come out her dance class. I looked through out the room, scanning each face, trying to figure out their lives and their past. There was one face that distinctly caught my attention, I felt my heart race with inquiry. I mentally kicked myself, scolding myself. I'm the leader of over twenty mafias, why should I care? He had somewhat of a dark and mysterious air hanging around him, like me. I bent down to tie my boot's shoelace, while i felt some strange middle aged woman burn a whole into my back; I could tell what she was thinking 'Why is SHE here?I thought girls wearing black weren't allowed here. What happened do the decent and beautiful young ladies from back then?' I zipped up my jacket up to my neck and patter the dagger in my the baggy pocket of my skinny jeans. shooting the woman a nasty look I crossed my leg to reveal a slight blood mark on the sole of my combat boots, glaring threateningly.

Next to the woman I could I feel his glance, I smiled politely and he smiled back with a pink shade dancing on his cheeks. I felt a certain red begin to push its way onto my cheeks. I looked over at my sister and smiled proudly, watching her twirl gracefully. The women next to me started to get louder talking to each other. I looked back down at my book, furrowing my eyebrows, trying to concentrate at the words on the page. I became frustrated and clamped my book shut and walked outside angrily, this usually happens on a daily basis. I sat on a bench under a tree, hiding from the burning sun I loathed; out of the corner of my eye, I saw the man from earlier come outside soon after I did. I saw him begin to approach me, I moved over so he could have space to sit.

"Excuse me, would you mind if I sit here?" he asked with a thick Russian accent, I shook my head and patted the seat next to me, "It usually gets too loud with all those mothers in there. I'm Gru, father of Margo, Edith, and Agnes." he introduced.

"Nice to meet you Gru, I'm Jacqueline, or Jack for short. I'm Max's older sister, my younger sister, Sam, is at cheer leading practice." I introduced in return. Eying his clothes,

"If you don't mind my asking why are you wearing a scarf in the middle of July?" I asked him.

"The same reason you're wearing gloves and combat boots." He replied with a smirk. I suppressed a giggle as I rolled my eyes. I pulled up the sleeve of my moto style jacket to look at my watch, to see how much time was left until my younger sister left her dance class.

"You said your name was Gru, correct?" I asked, he nodded in reply, "As in, Gru one of the greatest super villains ever?" once again he nodded in reply, smiling proudly. "Well, isn't this quite the honor."

"Well, I don't mean to brag but, yes it is." he replied proudly, "Are you the 'Jack' that I've heard of? The one with more than fifty mafias in this country?" he asked, I blushed and nodded.

"Now, this is an honor! I never would've imagined that such a bold leader would seem so... down to earth. Unlike other mafiosos who show off their money through meaningless possessions." He exclaimed, causing a blush to poke at my cheeks.

"Well, if it isn't my boyfriend's nuisance little sister." mocked Veronica, my brother's girlfriend. I rolled my eyes in hatred,

"If your looking for the strip you work at, its a few more blocks down." I retorted,

"Oh, haha. You're so funny. You're just jealous that I'm prettier than you." She said condescendingly, yanking off my glasses. I sighed and closed my book, setting it down next to me, before getting up. She 'dropped' my glasses right in front of me. I caught them with my foot before they hit the ground; I kicked them upwards and caught them flawlessly. I slipped them back on, glaring at her.

"If you ever want to see my brother or the light of day ever again, I suggest you leave. Now." I hissed, "By the way, you're not that pretty, I saw this dog walk by and I bet you he actually had a pedigree, now, of him I'm jealous." She walked away in a huff. I rolled my eyes, about to walk back inside. I heard quiet clapping from my left, I looked over and sitting there was Gru, whose existence I forgot for a while. I smirked and took a grenade filled with ink out of my pocket, I took out the pin and threw it at her. It landed safely in her shirt, it was a small grenade the size of a large marble. Fortunately she didn't notice, Gru looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I raised my hand and counted with my fingers, 3, 2, 1, BOOM! Ink flew all over her, I managed to stifle a laughter. I stuffed my hands into my pockets and motioned for Gru to follow me back inside. He had a look of shock as he got up, still looking at the ink-covered girl. I rolled my eyes and we walked back inside. He sat next to me, giving my book back to me.

"That was very... interesting, you have quite the aim Jack." he complimented,

"My father would've blushed in pride at that comment. He taught me everything I know, I wouldn't be half the person I am without him." I replied nostalgically. "But alas, all good things come to an end sooner or later. Unfortunately one of my men turned against me and killed him... I think he's with my brother..." My thoughts drifted back to the times when he was in the process of teaching me how to fight, properly. I felt my fists clench in rage and hate, I looked over at Max and saw that she was already collecting her things and putting everything together. I shook Gru's hand and walked over to her, she looked up at me grinning from ear-to-ear,

"You guys could make a good couple~" she remarked, I felt my cheeks begin to heat up. I ran a frustrated hand through my short hair and grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out. "Don't give me that look, you know its true. You were even thinking about it~"

"I have more than 30 mafiosos in different states, countries, and continents under my command, so do NOT give me that romantic crap. There is no such thing as something so trifiling as 'love' for a battle hardened King, ok? Get it through your head, now let's go." my sister shrugged and she walked inside of the bathroom of the dance studio to change into her regular clothes.

I sighed. The hell has gotten into her?