Timeline

Chapter Twelve

The next day....

Mikey and Launa left early this morning,giving me 30 extra minutes to sleep or so I thought.

"Cyrus!!! Come on,we can't do this every morning!"Mom shouts.

Honestly I can. But let's not,she will murder. For someone who's a gangleader,my mother is the last person I want to piss off. That woman scares the fuck out of me.

I forcefully removed and dragged myself to the bath room. I took a 10 min shower and run nude back to my room. I grabbed a pair of Gray swag pants and a white crop top with black Converses. I had put a pair of fish net stockings on and as for my hair. I don't have any coz I shaved it all off so I put one my wigs on as usual.

Me shaving my head was actually a dare during those two weeks Rider was gone. I ended up loving the look because it goes well with my tattoo above my eye and its way more comfortable when wearing the mask.

"Mom!!!! Gimme so-"
"Your food is packed and ready for you to eat at school"Mom said.
"Thanks Mom,love you"I said making my way to the door while grabbing my keys.

At school...

"Wait, what?!"I looked at Becca when she shouted that.
"What?"I said.
"Look at sec-i mean Rider's face"she said but she couldn't help but laugh.
"I knew you would catch on sometime"I turned and looked at Rider.

Damn, Ben did a number on him.

"Second place!"I shouted ushering him over.
"What?"he asks while walking.
"He really did a number on you. You good? Need an ice pack or something? Need a doctor to make sure you don't have a concussion? Need some shades for the sun?" I asked.
"Seriously Cyrus. First you save me and now you want to help. What the fuck is going on?"Rider asks.
"Thats for me to know and for you to never find out dear second place. Enjoy you day"I said waving while walking.

I'm surprised he even made to through the day. While standing at my car I noticed he suffered today. If his face looks like that,I wonder how the rest of body looks. I must say tho,his pulling the whole bad boy look out. But he ain't my type.

But soon I was going to be proven how wrong i was about that.