Hey guys! Sorry it took me SOOOOO LONG to update! Just never got around to doing it… sorry! I hope you like this chapter! R&R
James POV
The ambulance had come and taken Carlos away to hospital, while Dean, Chase, Logan and I were ordered to go to the school's infirmary to get cleaned up, before getting sent back to our classes. I still think we are lucky though, we hadn't been taken to the principal's office yet, or asked anything other than, 'What happened here?' which they took the answer, 'a fight' and left.
People were giving me weird glances, and I could hear whispering and giggles from across the classroom, Jeez! Word spreads fast in this school!
I already knew that Kendall and his gang would be spreading rumours about how I stuck up for 'Border-hopper'. I was pretty annoyed too! Sure I had stuck up for Carlos, possibly saved his life, but I still had a reputation to hold, and a good one at that! I couldn't let myself be seen as having a weak spot for the kid.
After school had finished I walked briskly to my locker, grabbing my stuff and hurrying out of the school doors, looking for a particular nerd. I found the shorter brunette waiting near some flowers. I walked over to him and said, "Meet me behind the gym in 3 minutes. Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you."
With that said I walked of, meeting him behind the gym a couple minutes later.
"James?" Logan asked, "What's up?"
"Look, thanks for the help today, you're a pretty good fighter." I said looking around to see if anyone was nearby.
"That's ok!" Logan smiled, actually smiled!
"Why did you get Dean and Chase though? Why not a teacher or something?" I asked out of curiosity.
"I wanted to try to get out of that fight without getting in trouble…" He mumbled.
"Well thanks anyway, but before you get ahead of yourself or anything, remember we are still not friends. You are still going to do my homework and whatever else I say. You are not going to talk to me at all or confront me unless you are giving me my homework? Got it?" I growled.
"Y-yeah, got it." The smile disappeared of his face right away as he looked down to his shoes.
"Now scram nerd!" He ran away.
Alright I feel bad. Logan was actually a pretty cool guy! But I couldn't be seen being friends with him! Oh no!
Logan's POV
"Stupid James, only thinks about himself and his popularity! I got into my first ever fight to help him and this is what he does!" I mumbled under my breath while working on James' history homework.
I was so angry! I had just risked getting badly hurt to help James out… and Carlos of course. But if James wasn't in the fight as well, I would have never helped Carlos, I get teased enough already!
Ok, so that made me sound like a bad person. But I mean, I already get picked on all the time! I'm just lucky it's mostly verbally with the occasional shove. With Carlos, on the other hand, his is all physical and verbal. If I stood up for him, his bullies would turn on to me! I'd rather be called a nerd then leaving school every day with a knew bunch of bruises! I've got to think of number one first!
I really wanted to go in the ambulance with him though, so I could learn about his injuries and how to treat them. I am an aspiring doctor, so that would have been great! But, no. I had to go to the infirmary, then go to class, then get James to tell me that the fight changed nothing between us! ARGH! And now I had finished my own homework and was working on his.
What a fantastic day.
Carlos' POV
It had been three day since I got beaten up by the senior hockey team, and I was petrified to enter those school doors only a few meters away.
I had stayed in hospital overnight, but was released the next day, luckily, because I hate hospitals! I now had a cast on my left arm, I had rolled my right ankle, but I could walk on it well now, bruises covered my face and body, and the cut above my right eye had a small bandage across it. Overall I looked like a wreck. The doctor said I was lucky though, because I didn't have any broken ribs or internal bleeding, stuff like that. I didn't really listen because it was making me queasy.
"Pero mamá, no me quiero ir! No puedo quedarme en casa un poco más?" I begged my mama that I didn't have to go as I sat in the passenger's seat of her car.
"No hijo, que se haya recuperado lo suficiente y están perfectamente bien para volver a la escuela. Lo puedes hacer, Carlos, sé que puedes." Mama told me no.
"¡Muy bien!" I grumbled getting out of the car.
I entered the school door and everyone was glaring at me, giving me weird stares, just like they normally would.
I walked to my locker, no one had pushed me down yet, I think I am breaking one of my records!
I gathered my books in my right arm, of course, before heading to my first class, Biology. As I was walking to class, multiple of the older boys sent slurs my way; 'Hey wetback!', 'When did you hop on over?', 'Jeez looks like someone hit you like a piñata!'
Tear formed at my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. They were only words right? Mean racist words. But if I looked on the bright side, no one had touched me yet! That was good at least! And I hadn't run into Kendall or the senior hockey team. They must be training.
It wasn't till lunch that I saw James. Now usually I would be too scared to move right now, but this time he had saved my life! I ran over to him as fast as my ankle allowed me to.
"James!" I gasped as I stopped in front of him, "Thank you, thank you, thank you for saving me the other day! I knew you had your nice personality somewhere in your heart!" I went to hug him, to show him my gratitude, that's what we do back home.
Suddenly I found myself falling onto my but, I whimpered silently as I jarred my aching body. I looked up at him, confused as to why he pushed me down.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He growled at me, suddenly I felt intimidated and scared of him once again.
"Y-you helped me the o-o-ther day. I was t-t-thanking you?" It can out more like a question as I was too scared to say the wrong thing and get hurt.
"No I didn't help you, you wimp! As I recall, Kendall said we couldn't both share you, and in the end I won. This means I own you. That also means that you do what I say when I say it, I can do whatever the hell I want to you and you can't stop me because I'm entitled to do that." He harshly said, bending over me to get in my face.
"B-b-but, I don't want t-to be o-owned. I own m-m-myself?" Once again it came out more like a question.
"Well too bad. And no you don't own yourself, I do. And I say for you to scram before I drop your ass!" He threatened, and that was all I needed before I was up and running as fast as I could with tears pouring down my cheeks.
Kendall's POV
"Sup K-dog." Matt greeted me as I met the gang in some ally way down town.
"Yo Matt." I said as I nodded to the others silently greeting them.
Yeah so I was in a gang, what of it? The gang was called 'The Blood Hounds', and was a pretty serious, well known gang. We were feared all over and had only few other gangs ever try to cross us. I was one of the youngest in the group, still being in school, although there was Jacob who was the year younger than me.
Being one of the youngest has its ups and downs, though. Sure I wasn't the most respected member, but that meant that I don't go on many of the dangerous or serious 'activities' the older guys go on. That also meant that I've never been ordered to kill someone yet. The key word in that sentence being, 'yet'.
We went along our normal night routine, going to a club, drinking, finishing off some 'errands', the usual. We were finally at our safe house, sitting around a large circular table, beers in our hands and cigarettes hanging in our mouths.
"Alright," Scar started, "As you may have noticed, Ben, Josh and Chris are not with us tonight."
Scar is the leader of The Blood Hounds, and is defiantly the most dangerous out of us. No one knows his real name; to us has only ever been Scar. He told us what to do, and is we didn't do as he says… let's just not go there. He has murdered, kidnapped and maimed more people then I could ever imagine, so he was well feared.
He was tall and built like a brick, but he was still lean. He had short black hair and dead brown eyes. Scars littered his face and body; that's where he got his name from. He had plenty of tattoos over his arms, back, chest and neck. Over all he was pretty creepy.
"They were arrested on our latest job." He continue, anger crossed everyone eyes, including mine, "We know who the officer who arrested them is. Officer Garcia."
The name rang a bell in my head, but I couldn't pin point why.
"I want revenge. Anyone with me?" Everyone growled in agreement.
"I did some research about him. He is divorced, and a single farther to one son, Carlos Garcia, aged 14 turning 15 on December 17th. Carlos doesn't play any sports or do anything extracurricular; he is an average student at Sunnybrook High." His eyes glanced to me for a second before he continued, "I want this revenge to be my sweetest revenge. Ben, Josh and Chris have all been sentenced to death. Today we have lost three of our finest members! So instead of killing Officer Garcia, I plan to make him hurt. We will be going after his son."
Everyone cheered and agreed with Scar, but we all shut up when Scar started talking again.
"Kendall, this is going to be your first assignment. You go to the same school as Carlos am I right?" I nodded, "So you know of him?" I nodded again, "What can you tell us?"
"He is a freshman; he is Latino and has tan skin and short dark hair. He can speak fluent Spanish, and often speaks in when in pain, he's scared or when he's hurt. He's tiny, as in like five foot three, five foot four? Can't fight for shit, scrawny as, gets beat up by everyone at school and he has no friends. That's about it." I said keeping my face straight and emotionless.
"Do you think you can kidnap him for me?" Scar asked, as all eyes landed on me.
"Piece of cake." I said not missing a beat, even if a thought of doubt crossed my mind.
DONE! hope you guys liked it! I wanted a reason behind Kendall's cruelty so I decided to put him in a gang :O ohhh! Ahahhaha, tell me what you think R&R