I know I said I wouldn't update on my profile, but this has been stuck in my head all day and I had to get it down. A little warning though; the language gets a little nasty in this chapter. So I wouldn't recommend showing it to Grandma Floo. Any who, here it is!
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The night's cold. Colder than what I remember it being about ten minutes ago. I pull my jacket closer around me as I stalk away from the car, leaving the three other guys in the car to scramble out of the car. Well, except for Tim. Tim takes his time, just because he can. So it's beyond me how he gets to my side so damn quick about ten seconds later, making sure his strides were a little ahead of mine.
"Listen, Curly." He begins in a low voice. "I know I act like an ass. Hell, I am an ass. But I don't need you to rub it in my face. I already got about ten fucking broads lined up to do that, 'ya hear?"
"I hear." I growl. He looks at me with those dark blue eyes we share, knowing I want to say a hell lot more.
"And I don't need you giving me shit in front of the gang. Don't think I won't pumble you for being a wise ass." I stop in my tracks and turn to glare at my brother.
"Then why haven't you already, huh? Why haven't you taken a fucking swing at me, since I've been a wise ass all night?!" I don't see it coming, I only know it happens by the way my ear goes numb and I can hear the blood pulsing to it. Tim grabs the front of my shirt and shoves me against a light pole, his dark eyes gleaming with warning.
"I just did, punk. If you want to keep your fucking balls I'll stay quiet for the rest of the night." He throws me to the side and continues walking without a thought; like he hadn't just knocked his baby brother's head to the stars. I pick myself up and follow him quietly. What the hell am I suppose to do? Walk away like a wuss? No. I never back down.
The gang follows, all slouched and quiet as we prowl through the ally until we stop half way. I want to ask Tim what the hell we're doing, but I figure I've already pissed him off enough. So instead I wait like the rest of them. Finally a few figures appear from the dark and hop over the fence that separate this ally from the next. Instead of slouching, like we are, they're walking tall and proud, as if they own the fucking world.
"Shepard." I recognize the guy that hassled me at the drive-in, and know that there's a good chance a rumble will go down.
"Your own our turf, boy. Get the fuck off it." Tim's growl sends shivers down my spine, making me shake in anticipation and fear.
"Bull shit. We've own this side of town since three years ago, Tim. You know that." My brother clenches his fist and snarls.
"Don't call me Tim. We ain't buddies, man!" The guy stares at Tim, his grey eyes staring right through him.
"Get off of our land."
"You're not driving me off my turf." The other guy shrugs.
"Fine. We'll run you off." Tim turns behind him and raises and eyebrow at the gang. We all silently nod, even though some of us don't feel like going to the emergency room. He turns back to the rival gang leader and nods his head.
"We'll fight you for it."
"That's why we're here, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Tim grunts and removes his jacket, just like the rest of us. The wind is as cold as a bitch, making us all shiver as the other gang takes their stance, ready to fight.
The two leaders circle each other, their fist clenched as their eyes stayed locked on one another's. Finally Tim lunges forward, taking the gang leader by the neck. The other two gangs begin to run towards each other, but stop midway as the gray eyed boy delivers a punch to the gut. Tim stumbles, but is back on his feet. A crazy grin plays across Grey eyes, a grin crazy enough to dub the son of a bitch a psychopath. Tim better be careful with this one.
My brother kicks the guy's ankles, then aims for the back of his knee caps. Grey eyes buckles and falls onto the black cement. Tim takes the opportunity and falls to the dark floor too. We can't see anything now. There's no way of knowing who's topping who in the pitch black night.
Part of me wants Tim to win; to get rid of the mother fucker that dared raised his fist against him. But there's another part; a part that wants the rival gang leader to beat Tim into a bloody pulp, since I don't have the strength or the balls to do it. It is sick and twisted; the thoughts going through my head. I want my brother to win but lose. I want Tim to live but die. I want to be the best but be the worse. And it's driving me to the fucking edge. I bite my lip as I close my eyes, trying to get the insane thoughts out of my mind. In the dark, I push my mind away. I focus of nothing, which is pretty hard to do. I don't stay like this for long. I'm suddenly focusing on a soft brush of red hair in front of my closed eyes, as the figure turns I know it's Joni. Her grayish green eyes frown and look me up and down, then slowly become angry.
I open my eyes to find Tim barreling towards me, his face all cut up and bruised. "Move!" I obey with a quick grab at my jacket and chase after the retreating feet, my breath picking up as my feet move faster and faster. I roll into the car as two other guys pile in after me. Tim throws himself into the front seat and accelerates when one guy still has his ass hanging out the door.
"SHIT!" His shouts rock the car as the fourth guy scrambles in. "Shit, shit, shit! We lost it!" I stay quiet as Tim yells his lungs out. Finally Randy, one of his closest buddies, speaks up.
"Tim, it was only a strip. It's not like they took a whole fucking neighborhood. Nothing to get your panties in a knot about, you know?" Tim castes a glance towards the blonde hood and snarls.
"Yeah, whatever." I swallow my spit and stare at Tim through the review mirror. I cast a glance at my own reflection. I look like I'm about to piss my pants, and quickly control my face no it's expressionless; numb.
"Tim," I check make sure he's listening before he continues. "Drop me off by my car." Tim sneers at my reflection and starts going faster.
"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you, you sick bastard? You want to go ahead and bang that thirteen year old peace of ass until she screams your name over and over again. Tell you what, you son of a bitch. One day she's gonna scream Curtis' fucking name, that little whore!" A strangled cry breaks from my mouth, and I kick the back of Tim's seat with all my strength.
"SHUT UP! Don't you ever call her that again! Never!" Tim slams on his breaks, making me slam forward and back. He begins to turn back, but I'm all ready out of the car. For a second a car door opens and shuts, and I hear Tim's heavy boots pound after me. But he's warn out from the rumble, and I'm faster in the first place. Pretty soon Tim lags behind then comes to a complete halt, but not before he starts screaming at me.
"I don't give a shit about you! Think I ever cared for you?! Well then get your head straight, you little fucker! I hate your guts!" I want to throw my hands over my ears, but it will just make me look like a pansy. Instead I listen to the insults until Tim gets back in his car, and watch as the t-bird speeds away with a screech of its tires. I watch it go as a hot stinging erupts under my eyes. Silently I pull my jacket closer around my form, and start to walk.