A/N: This is in Dallas's point of view, and it's also where all of the action really starts. There's maybe five chapters left, I hope you all don't want to kill me after reading this lol.
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"I don't really see how this is a good place to discuss whatever plan you've got." I point out, looking around. We were at a small outdoor cafe just off campus, and there were people and waiters bustling around everywhere. Darron had just arrived, but I'd been sitting here for about half an hour past the time he said he would be here. I shouldn't be surprised.
"Obviously not, idiot." Darron says with a roll of his eyes. He begins walking away and I sigh, standing up to follow him wherever he has in mind. It's been a week or two since Darron beat up Dez and he's obviously up to something. I feel a mixture of excitement and dread bubbling inside of me.
We walk along an old cracked sidewalk, me with my head down and hands in pockets and kicking a pebble every now and then. The Miami sun was blisteringly hot, but I'm used to it by now. Darron crosses the road and I follow suit, and I watch as he hops a fence into a yard with overgrown grass. I hesitate for a moment, but climb over as well because I don't want him to make fun of me. By the time my feet hit the ground he's already unlocking the door to a run down house with a busted window or two.
"Is this where you're living now?" I ask as I come onto the porch just as he opens the door to reveal a dim room that reeks of age.
He shrugs. "Sometimes I sleep here. It's more of a party house." He steps inside and lets me in and then shuts the door behind us. He flicks on a light switch and a single bulb in the room lights up, I'm surprised the place even has electricity to be honest. He motions for me to sit on the couch, and I do. A puff of dust rises when I make contact, and I cough involuntarily. He sits in a recliner across from me and pulls a pack of beers out of from below the coffee table that's between us. He offers me one, and I take it. By the time I get the cap off he's already drank half of his.
"So, how do you plan to hurt Austin?" I ask nonchalantly.
He rolls his eyes. "We're not going to hurt Austin, you dimwit."
I raise an eyebrow. "Excuse me? I thought that was kind of the plan all along?"
He looks thoughtful for a moment. "Okay, we are going to hurt Austin, but not in the way you think we're going to hurt him.
"Oh, yeah?" I ask, suddenly very curious. What does he have up his sleeve?
He leans forward excitedly. "We're going to hurt the people he's close to instead."
I grin. "That's brilliant... Because if we hurt Austin he's going to feel a lot less obligated to come back to us, but if we hurt one of his friends we might could scare him into it." I take another sip of my beer and swallow. "When do you want to go for her?"
He raises an eyebrow. "Go for who?"
"His girlfriend?" I say, as if it's obvious.
"Oh," He says, shaking his head, "we're not going for her. She's too obvious, he'll expect it. He probably has her guarded at all times."
"That's true." I mutter. "Who can we go for if we don't go for her, though?"
"His roomate, obviously." He says with a shrug, opening another beer. "Didn't you see what a rise we got out of him when he saw us beating up on Gingy?"
I grin. "Ah, Darron, your thought process never ceases to amaze me." I rub my hands together. "So, what are we going to do? Throw some punches? Break some bones? Rip some-"
"Kill him." Darron says jokingly, letting out a little laugh, and my heart stops. I have absolutely no problem with beating this guy to a pulp but killing someone is something I would not do, ever.
"You can't be serious." I say, setting down my beer, despite the fact that my throat was dry and I could feel the heat of dread creeping up my spine.
"I'm not serious, obviously." he says with a roll of his eyes. "I'm not serious unless you really want me to. I'll do it for a cost."
I don't want to kill anyone. I really don't, I don't think I could do it. However, I don't think Dez being dead would bother me too much after Austin finally joined us again. I ignore my insides twisting, telling me not to do it, but I sigh and shake the hair out of my eyes and say, "How much?"
He shrugs. "We can talk numbers later." He nonchalantly pulls a pistol out of his coat pocket and lays it on the coffee table, as if he's done it a million times. I just stare at it. "You're sure."
I ignore the protesting of my conscience once more as I say, "I'm sure."
He grins and finishes off his seconds beer. "I have to say, Dallas, I'm rather impressed with you."
Those are words I've been wanting to hear ever since I met Darron, because I've always looked up to him. Now, though, I almost wish he hadn't said it... Cassidy's words ring in my mind, "Just... Don't do anything stupid, Dallas."
It's okay, I tell myself, because no one really likes Dez anyway. Austin will probably thank me after this is all said and done... Everything will go back to the way it should be... It'll all be alright... Won't it?
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