A/N as usual I own the things that look unfamilar

I flick through the book in my hand, not reading but feeling the pages pass over my fingertips.

Eddie was late, again. The school ground was nearly empty, save a few stoners lingering by the staircase. I lean against the fence, flicking through the book again. The screeching of brakes draws my attention.

"Get in loser!" Eddie shouts through the window. I glare at him and get into the car.

"Jesus, Eddie, why are you playing such godawful music?" I complain from my spot between Orange and one of Eddie's friends. I've seen him enough times to know that he can get pretty jumpy. I think he was going by Pink this time around.

"First of all, this music is legendary. Second of all, all us guys grew up on this shit so we love it. And third of all, probably most important, Mr. Blonde would fuck you up if he heard you say that," Eddie concludes, smirking.

"Well Mr. Blonde's not here, so I don't have to worry about that, unless anyone else feels the needs to 'fuck me up' for what I said," I counter, rolling my eyes at Eddie's threat. It's the same threat Joe, Eddie, and anyone who was around used on me as a child. It lost its power when I was thirteen.

"Well I feel the need to do something else to you," Pink smirks, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, that's my sister you're talking to, you piece of shit," Eddie says, glancing in the rearview mirror and grinning.

"Aw, lay off Eddie, it didn't mean anything," I say, winking at Pink.

"Yeah Eddie, it didn't mean anything," Pink says, grinning.

"Like hell it didn't," Eddie jests, pulling into a parking lot.

"This the place?" White asks from the front seat.

"This is it," Eddie agrees, getting out of the car. We all follow suit. I follow Orange into the warehouse.

"Watch where you're going," Vic says, yanking on my ponytail.

"What was that for?" I ask, hitting him with the back of my hand.

"Eddie told me that you were flirting the other night, and now I catch you staring… I thought I had taught you to have better taste."

"That's a lie, and you know it," I say. "And for your information, I have great taste. Even I wouldn't stoop that low," I add, looking at Orange and then back at Vic. "Ever."

"Cut the bullshit kid," Vic smirks.

"You're impossible," I sigh, walking away from him and towards the chalkboard at the far end of the warehouse. I sit in one of the chairs that is set up, opening up the book that's still in my hands.

"What do you have there?" Orange asks, sitting down and gesturing to the book.

"Pet Sematary," I say, showing him the cover.

"Doesn't seem like your usual type."

"And what would you call my usual type?" I ask, looking around at the group of men surrounding us. Most of them were talking in groups, mainly because most of us knew each other. Charles, who was going by Mr. Blue, was discussing something with Joe and Larry. Vic and Eddie were also talking together. Mr. Pink was leaning against one of the walls, and the last guy was looking uncomfortable, standing next to the door. I can only count three people that aren't in Joe's inner circle, and two that have never worked with us at all.

"All right gentlemen," Joe bellows. I cough. "And ladies, let's get started."

I watch as everyone files into the seats. Pink sits at my other side and Vic sits in front of me. Joe begins rambling about not being caught and Hawaii. He tells everyone their code name, and Vic cringes slightly when he hears his. Blonde. He hates it.

I grin, thinking about how he got the name. I was young, maybe seven when I realized that something weird went on in the house. Joe sat me down and explained it all and for some insane reason I wanted in. Being seven there was much I could do, but he did let me assign everyone code names for jobs. Some of them stuck longer than others.

"Now, I made reservations at Benvolio's for all of us tonight. Seven o'clock sharp. I told management to put the bill under my name but I don't need you wasting it all on booze," Joe says in a way of dismissal. Everyone starts heading towards the door and I follow.

"Hey, Miss Silver, come here," Joe growls. I turn on my heel and walk over to him.

"Yeah?" I ask. Joe waits until everyone is out of the warehouse before speaking.

"I don't want you going to Benvolio's tonight. You've got school tomorrow."

"What the hell? You just told everyone to spend tomorrow going over the plan!" I shout.

"Yeah, but I need you to stop missing school."

"I went today, that should be good enough. Oh and by the way, I saw Mr. Purple tailing me all day."

"I shouldn't have to put a tail on you, for Christ's sake, but I do."

"Come on Joe. I'm part of this team as much as any of them. Hell, I need to know them better than they need to know each other. Because if something goes wrong, which it probably will, I need to know how to calm them the fuck down."

"You're right. I'm just looking out for you. Your father didn't want this life for you, and I don't want it being messed up before you're free in a few months."

"I know Joe, and thanks, really, for everything,"

"You're alright kid," Joe declares. I follow him out to his car where Vic and Eddie are waiting. The drive back to the house is quiet.

I go up to my room and unlock the door. I throw my book onto the bed and unload my gun, placing it on my desk. I turn around and Eddie is laying on my bed and Vic is sitting on the small couch I have.

"Jesus Christ, give me a heart attack why don't you," I complain, glaring at both of them.

"We're just going to get straight to business," Vic says. "Close the door." I close the door.

"We know you like Orange," Vic says bluntly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I say, walking over to the closet. I knew what they were playing at, and I wasn't going to give in this time. Eddie liked to see how well he could get in my head before a job. I have no idea why, or when, Eddie thought it would be a good idea to try to mess with me before a job, but he did. And somehow, Vic was now in on it.

"I don't blame you, he looks like he would be an easy fuck," Vic ponders.

"Gross," I comment pretending to vomit. I flick through the closet, going between wearing jeans or a skirt. Jeans, has to be jeans. This group of guys had one too many sleezes.

"You know Eddie, I think your sister needs to get laid," Vic says offhandedly.

"I do not!" I shriek, turning around. I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.

"I'm going to have to agree with you on this," Eddie agrees. "You've been very tense lately," he says matter of factly.

"I have not been tense," I hiss.

"Well even if you were trying to get laid, it wouldn't ever happen in that," Blonde says, gesturing to the clothes in my hand.

"Well if you're so wise, why don't you pick something out?" I ask, throwing my clothes at him and sitting down in the desk chair. Vic swaggers over to my closet, lighting up a cigarette as he goes.

"Why Orange?" Eddie asks.

"For fucksake, I do not like Orange."

"You sure? Because you too were getting pretty friendly in the car, and then again in the warehouse."

"Oh my god. You act like you've never seen two people be friends. Oh thats right, you both fuck anything that will look at you, without even checking to see if it's alive or not."

"Those are fightin' words, you sure you don't want to take them back?" Eddie asks.

"Oh, I'm positive." I smirk. "And you know why?"

"Why?" Eddie asks.

"You would never actually fight me. You know I would win," I grin.

"Found something, if you're done acting like a child," Vic states, stepping away from the closet.

"What did you find?" I asks, sitting up. Vic doesn't reply, but insteads holds up a dark blue dress: tight at the top and flare below the waist, ending just above my knees.

"No way in hell," I say, crossing my arms.

"And why the fuck not?" Eddie asks.

"There's no way I could be protected in that. There's absolutely no place for me to have any weapons on me. Not even a knife. No way."

"We would protect you," Eddie offers. I scoff at this.

"Eddie, you can't shoot for shit."

"Come on Avery, it's not like you'll need any weapons, it's a dinner," Vic says. "And plus, it would look great on you."

"Hypocrite. We all know you're gonna walk in there with three different kinds of weapons."

"It would make Orange want to fuck you," Vic says. I groan.

"Just get out of my room. I need to shower," I say, pointing at the door. Neither of them move. "Get out, goddammit!"

"Jesus, we're going," Eddie says, leaving the room. Vic gives me a look before following Eddie. What the look meant, I have no idea. I put on a Red Hot Chilli Peppers CD and get in the shower. I wrap my hair in a towel and look at the dress Vic had picked. He was right, it would

look great. Too bad he will never have the satisfaction of knowing that. I smirk, pulling on the clothes I had originally thrown at him. I add some light make up and straighten my hair. I grab my knife and slip it into my pocket as well as a pair of heels which I carry downstairs with me.

"Where is everyone?" I ask Joe.

"They left," he grunts not looking up.

"What about Mr. Purple?" I ask. Mr. Purple normally drives me places so I don't have to drive. It's not that I'm a bad driver, I just don't like it.

"Out on business."

"Oh," I say, "Well, can I have the car keys?"

Without looking up, Joe tosses a set of keys at me. I pocket them and set about getting my shoes on.

"Bye Joe," I call over my shoulder.

"Be careful," Joe adds just as the door closes behind me. I make my way over to the garage, wondering exactly where the car I have the keys to is. I finally find it after walking past the four other cars in the garage. I drive down the driveway, flipping through radio channels, looking for music that doesn't suck.

The drive to Benvolio's takes nearly twenty minutes in the Los Angeles traffic. I park nearly two blocks away from the restaurant, just in case. I walk in, past the hostess, and go straight into the back room. Charles, Larry, Mr. Brown and Mr. Pink are already there. I sit down to the right of Larry.

"You okay kid? You look pissed," Larry says.

"I had to drive here," I huff.

"That's tough luck. I thought Eddie or Mr. Blonde were going to drive you."

"Yeah, I thought so to, but when I got downstairs, it was a ghost town. No one but Joe," I say. Mr. Brown gives us a weird look, but I shrug it off. Most of the new guys don't get the relationship that there is between most of us.

"You still having problem driving, hun?" Charles asks from the other side of Larry.

"I don't have problems driving, I just don't like driving," I explain.

"It's always the same with chicks, shouldn't be allowed on the road," Mr. Pink says to Mr. Brown.

"Is that so?" I ask, leaning back in the chair, sending a cold glare at Pink.

"Oh, looks we have ourselves a feminist," Pink jeers.

"Oh, look, we have ourselves an asshole," I shoot back, acting surprised.

"Now, come on kids, let's stop bickering," Vic says, approaching the table. I sigh, rolling my eyes. Let the night begin.

A/N reviews would be nice, say what you love, you hate, anything your feeling