The Gang Leader's Iris

24// Training

"Do you know where the-" I cut myself off at the sight before my eyes.

"Riss," Westly says, detaching his lips from the girl next to him. "this is Nim." (Picture of Nim.)

"Hi." she chirps, blushing. "It's Dalnim, but you can call me Nim."

"That's a pretty name what does it mean?" I ask.

"The moon." she answers. "It's Korean mythology."

"I'm Iris, by the way." I smile. "It's nice to meet you."

She hides her warm beige colored face behind her long, dark auburn hair. "Same to you."

"So what did you want?" Westly asks.

"Right, do you know where the mixer is?"

"In the cabinet under the island." Westly answers, looking at me curiously. "Why?"

"I'm making brownies." I smile.

"Oh, I love baking." Nim chirps.

"You wanna help?" I ask.

Nim says "Yes!" while Wess says "No."

"Umm..." I trail.

"I'll help!" she hops up off the couch and runs to the kitchen. Westly groans and I smirk before running into the kitchen.

As Nim and I are baking we both get to know each other. Apparently Westly and herself have been dating for a few weeks. She's also pitcher, and sometimes outfielder, for the schools softball team.

"So you said your name is Korean, right?" I ask, taking the brownies out of the oven.

"Yes." she answers, nodding her head.

"So are you Korean?" I place the tray of brownies on a cooling rack and lean against the counter.

"Yes." she conforms.

"Cool." I smile. "I'm Latino and European. I think British I'm not sure."

"Oh do you and Westly have different mom's or something?" She asks, confusedly. "Because he doesn't look even a bit Hispanic."

"I'm actually adopted." I smile and her face drops as if I just told her that her family died.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"That I'm adopted?" I ask, a little confused.

"No, that I brought it up." she mumbles hanging her head in shame.

"It's fine." I comment, reassuringly. "It doesn't really bother me. Plus you didn't know."

"Are you two done yet?" Wess asks just as Nim opens her mouth to say something.

"Yeah, I have to go to Mags house." I retort, walking to the front door. "Don't have sex and don't eat all the brownies. Tell Sam and Leon that I am most likely spending the night. Bye!"

I walk out of the house after slipping on a pair of flip flops and make my way next door.

"Iris." Mr.Rider greets me, opening the door wide enough for me to enter. "Mahogany is in her room."

"Thanks." I smile, heading up stairs. I walk toward Mahogany's room when another door opens.

"Hey." Ian smiles, walking out of his room, shirtless. I try not to stare at his well defined eight pack, so I avert my eyes to his face. "You have to train today in about an hour."

"Okay." I nod, walking around him to get to Mags.

"Iris," he calls and I spin around. "nice shirt." My eyes trail down to my spongebob shirt and blush slightly.

"Thanks." I mumble, spinning around and entering Mahogany's room.

"Hey Riss." Mahogany mumbles from her bed as I walk in. "what's up?"

"You texted me this morning to come over." I say, plopping down next to her and staring at her computer screen.

"Oh, yeah." she recalls, scrolling. "I've been busy looking at this god." She tilts her laptop so I can see the screen a little clearer. My mouth hangs open at the picture of Channing Tatum shirtless.

"I forgive you." I mumble, staring as she scrolls some more. After a few more pictures I regain self control. "What did you want me to come over for?"

"Oh, yeah," She says, closing her laptop. "I need you to help me pack."

"Pack for what?" I ask, laying back on the bed.

"Well Ian and I are going to our mom's and she's taking us to New York for a while." she says, getting up and heading for her closet. "If you want you could come..."

"Really?" I ask, sitting up.

"Yeah," she nods, poking her head outside of her closet. "I asked my mom, she's fine with it."

"Cool." I smile. "I'll have to ask."

"You do that." she smiles, heading back into her closet. "Now help me pack!"

"Yes, sir!" I retort, getting up.

"I'm a woman!" She shouts.

"Yes, ma'am!" I correct myself, entering the closet.

~*~

"I figured that we could talk to Angel after we finish." Ian comments, setting up with Kyle.

"About me fighting?" I ask.

"Yeah." he nods.

"Yay!" I squeal softly, getting up to work on the punching bag. After about five minutes Ian and Kyle finish setting up. "What are we doing first?"

"30 sit-ups, 50 push-ups, and 10 suicides for you." Kyle says, laying down on a mat.
(A/N: Suicides are a running warm up, for those of you that don't know.)

"Ok." I nod, dropping to the floor to start on the sit-ups. I get through my warm up and do some sparring with Ian while Kyle lays on the mat barking orders.

"You enjoy telling me what to do?" Ian shouts, trying to get me to give.

"Just a little." Ky responds. I throw a punch when Ian looks back at his cousin. My fist connects with the side of his neck and he stumbles back. I throw another punch to his stomach and he falls on his butt.

"Never take your eyes off of your opponent." I smirk, heading toward Kyle. "Am I done now?"

"Yeah." he nods, smiling and scooting over for me to sit next to him. "Thank you for beating his ass, maybe his ego will shrink a bit from it."

"I doubt it." I chuckle, looking over at Ian as he walks over to the water fountain. "He's too full of himself."

"That's not a total lie." Ky agrees.

"Let's go talk to Boss." Ian sighs, pulling me up. "I'll call you when we're done." Kyle nods and we walk out of the gym, towards Angel's Office.