Anarchy [h.s]

Chapter 7 ✶ Close proximity

"And it's the thousandth time that's it's even bolder, don't be surprised
when you get bent over.
They told ya, but you were dying for it."

Song of the chapter:
Teddy Picker by Arctic Monkeys

I gaze through shaded lenses out into the empty parking lot, physically feeling time move. There's cracks in the pavement where green has grown, dead leaves lay dormant on the ground from last fall changing into winter.

This abandoned lot clearly hasn't been touched in a while.

A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead from my hair line, my jaw aches from how long I've been chewing this singular piece of gum.

If it weren't for the hum of the engine disrupting the quiet air, I would have thought I've gone def from the obnoxious silence.

The broken AC created the need for the windows to be rolled down, sunlight pours into the car slowly scorching my skin.

"It's hot as fuck." Zayn comments on the obvious.

I turn my head towards him, boredom spreads onto my face. "No shit."

He furrows his eyebrows pinching his lit cigarette in between his fingers. "Who's got a stick up your ass today?" He blows smoke out of his mouth, clouding the car in thick clouded air.

"I don't know why the fuck we're the ones doing this." Anger creeps up my throat and into my words. "It's fucking stupid." I shake my head, feeling that spark of rage light up in my chest.

"Well it's important, and he knows we'll actually get it done." He shrugs, confident in the trust Victor has in us.

If only he knew.

"I'm the only one who fucking voted against it!" I scoff.

He sent me as punishment for speaking out to the whole club. Like I'm some unruly punk kid, he tries playing dad now.

Wayne should be here, not me. He would have no problem getting this done.

"Maybe he's just trying to move you up more?" He places his cigarette back in his mouth for another inhale. "You know as VP." He exhales the smoke through his nose. "I mean he put you in charge of Iris right?"

"That's fucking babysitting." I quickly dismiss the credit he's trying to rest on me. Looking to the empty parking lot once again I can't help but just feel exhausted. "If I'm VP, I shouldn't be doing the shit prospect work."

I have better things to do.

"No, Robby would lose track of her and by the time we found her she'd be at the police station." He begins going down the list of reasons why I've been tasked with keeping tabs on her. "Lucky would end up feeling bad for her and he would let her leave town, probably even give her some extra cash too. Wayne simply wouldn't do it." He flicks his cigarette out of the window, turning his head to look at me. "So out of everyone your dad trusts the most, all that's left is you."