Bad boy says it all

31- What made Chloe divergergent

I had writers block...And my official mock exams have started.

What made Chloe divergent>>>>>>>> Answer what you think BEFORE you read this chapter.

WARNING: CONTAINS MILD VIOLENCE
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Lukes Pov

Why was she here? Why the fuck was Chloe here?

She's going to get her self hurt, or worse killed.

"We have to get her out of here!" I whispered to Jacob, as we watched our enemies patrol the area like soldiers.

Sighing he said "Luke it's not important, she probably won't get involved."

I wanted to slap him.

"Of course she will! She's Kyle's boyfriend!"

"Why do you even care, she tried to get you arrested!" He snapped angrily.

It was true. Why do I care? Why should I care? Jacob was right, she was a bitch, she was probably a hoe. In fact she still is. Heck! I should even be bothered if she gets hurt .I tried to convince my self, but it wasn't working. It seemed like after all that's happened, after all that she did to me, that I did for her. I still cared, and I shouldn't. That shouldn't even be on my mind right now. I should be focusing on what was right in front of me. The revenge.

Running around the corner, I joined the rest of the team.

This wasn't legal.

It was just meant to be a fight...

Until I saw what my brother had.

A gun.

In fact all the people in my base had a gun, along with most of the other bases. Allot carried knives, and some carried bats. All except me.

I was unarmed, the Protons were unarmed, so why did the L.M.P's carry weapons? Who instructed them, and why didn't Jacob tell me?

"What the fuck is that?" I hissed pointing at his gun.

"It's a dildo can't you tell!" He spat back.

"It's a gun?" I said in horror.

"Well done!" Someone else said from behind me.

He had a large rock in his hand.

What were they all doing?

This was way out of order...

"When were you going to tell me about this?" I gritted, making sure that my phone was off.

"I wasn't." He said bluntly.

"What why-"

"Look Luke, there is no easy way to tell you this but....Your a wimp. You can't handle the life of a gang member; and I know you always say that this isn't a gang. But it is, it's a mass gang in fact. Yeah maybe we do have weapons, and maybe I did tell everyone not to tell you. But it was only because you would chicken out and try to protect Chloe. It's for own good man."

What he said made me angry.

I was made because it was true.

I was a wimp, I would protect Chloe. But not anymore...I didn't need her, I didn't want her. I was over her; officially.

"Give me that!" I said taking a knife out from Jacobs pocket and putting it in my own. I was a bad boy, and this is what I did. Jacob had helped me realize that. Because of him I remembered our motto.