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Chapter Thirty Five : You are my freedom

       Song for this chapter:   For tonight - Giveon.     

                                DENVER.

Prom.

What? You're waiting for me to shout for joy and jump over a few buildings. Not happening.

But I'll admit, I'm ecstatic because I'm taking my girlfriend as a date and I know today will end well. Also, before we leave, I want to come clean to my boys but I'm not sure where to start. I can't just go and say;

hey guys you know my full name and I'm from a New York gang. Still wanna be friends?

It does not make sense at all. We're all getting dressed at my house then we shall head to pick out dates afterwards from there.

As for now, we're just seated playing video games on my tv screen and Marco is asleep on the couch with his legs and hands sprawled out like a dying dog. Creep but I love him nonetheless.

"Yo Mike what the fuck? I just told you to stop passing me!" Grayson shouts at Mike as they race each other at Rad Racer and keep pushing each other to jeopardise the other's play.

"Then effing stop pushing me jerk." This time they full on start brawling on the couch.

"Hey hey hey! What the fuck? How old are you fuckers? Give me the game controllers." They both grumble and I raise my eyebrows at them.

"Hand them over. Let the elders play. Jordan wanna race?" He snorts.

"Yeah," He says getting up from the love seat he was seated in texting on his phone and coming to sit on the couch with me.

"Go play outside, kids." Jordan and I shoo the two away while laughing.

"You're mean." Grayson grumbles.

"Such a child." Mike reprimands and Gray turns his head so fast, throwing a glare his way.

"What did you say?"

"You. Are. A. Baby."

"That does it." Gray reaches for Mike but he's already running away and Gray is hot on his tail. I turn back to the screen while shaking my head at the two's antics.

"Kids."

"Am I right?" Jordan replies as we start the game.

"Get ready to get your ass kicked."

"Not before I hand yours to you." Jordan says with a proud smirk. He is a good gamer and I'll admit he is my competition. The guy has beaten me twice and no one has had those honours before. We grow solemn and nod at each other once then start the race.

I'm winning the fucker by far. He's almost two miles behind me and my grin has never been wider.

"I know you're loving this....you video game geek." Jordan grumbles and I laugh loudly.  "Told you I'd beat you."

"Don't get so cocky yet Washington." His smirk grows to a full on smile and I glance at him for a millisecond confused.

"What's.....What in the hell?!" No fucking way.  "Dude you were two miles behind me. How did you pass me?" I shout and his laugh is so loud. He knows I'm a sore loser.

"Eat my dust, fuck-face." He continues to laugh.

"Ow Den Den wants to cry. Guys, Den is crying!" Jordan mocks as he calls for Mike and Gray.

"For the love of God...." I grumble.

"Ow sweetie, it's okay to lose sometimes. Here, momma's got you." Gray  mocks me as he brings his hands as if to carry me and the rest are laughing so hard and Jordan is clutching his stomach with tears in his eyes as he laughs.