Hit and Run

| Chapter 7 |

Definition :// strong
/ strɒŋ/ /

•adjective: strong; comparative •adjective: stronger; superlative •adjective: strongest

1.powerfully affecting the mind, senses, or emotions.

"his imagery made a strong impression on the critics"
synonyms: intense, forceful, vehement, passionate, ardent, fervent, profound, deep-seated;
consuming, extreme, acute, fierce;
rare fervid, perfervid, passional

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It's Monday morning and I'm pretty sure I'm still recovering from Lizzie's party she had on Saturday.

After waking up late this morning, I then had to run around like crazy to make sure I got to the warehouse in time for some 'emergency meeting'.

I slowly followed the walk to the hidden location with my bag practically trailing behind me due to my complete lack of energy.

"Someone's late, as per" I heard Sam moan as I held my head and rubbed my eyes with my other hand.

"Please be quiet, I'm tired" I said continuing to rub my eyes from tiredness until I reached my old wooden chair.

Every meeting we have I sit there and every meeting we have they attempt to intimidate me.

"Lottie I thought we made the rules clear" Daniel announced making me roll my eyes, let out and sigh and lean my head back in annoyance.

"How come a certain new boy named Luke doesn't fit into the rules then hey?" Matt asked me, this time making me shake my head at how ridiculous they were being.

"Is this an actual joke?" I questioned them all letting out a slight laugh.

"Well was what happened on Saturday a joke?"

"Oh my god! I kissed the boy, get over it! It's not like I slept with him." I replied, answering the question.

"We all know you would of" I heard George slyly mumble under his breathe.

He always sticks up for me in these situations but he was obviously the one that felt the need to tell the boys.

"Excuse me? What are you, the inside scoop George? Well brilliant, I'm being questioned for nothing" I retaliated whilst sarcastically clapping my hands in front of him.

"It didn't look like nothing" He replied slightly raising his voice.

"Well it didn't when you got with some girl but I bet you failed to tell them that part of the night didn't you" I shouted back, raising myself from the tatty chair so we were now face to face.

"He did tell us actually, it's not him we're worried about" Sam stepped in.

"Well why are you so worried about me?"

"Because you're the weakest of the group. The one that lowered themselves that much to join that you'd sleep with people endlessly, over and over. The one that slept with someone to get in the position you're in right now. The one that dropped their gun in front of someone because you got a little bit scared-"

"Is that it? Or is there more? Are you going to try and make me feel more worthless than I already do? You're not helping yourselves you know, this way you're pushing me towards Luke" I stated looking at every single one of them.

"I'm not the weakest here and it doesn't take a genius to see that. Yes I've made a few mistakes" I shrugged, "But nothing out of the ordinary."

"You are the weakest and if something like that happens with Luke again there will be a serious talk"