Y/n but it's not stereotypical

The gang's all here

Jason pov

We decided to invite y/n, Aaron and Charlie to the warehouse on Thursday. I'm nervous about how this'll turn out.

I always kinda admired y/n. Not romantically, but I kinda wanted to be like them. They were so cool and I finally got the chance to be their friend. I don't want that to be ruined.

"Yellooww we're hereeee." Charlie called out.

Oh god oh fuck oh Christ oh sshhhIT

"Heyyy! Aaron. Charlie. Y/n. How are things with you?" Jessie said. I was curious as to how she wasn't nervous or worried.

"Lighten up dude." Alex whispered in my ear.

"We're doing fine." Y/n said.

"Ummm... we have something to tell you...." I was barely able to say as thoughts were racing through my head.

"Yeah dude, tell away! Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be cool." Y/n said.

"Okayy... Scarlett, you can come out now."

Charlie pov
A girl wearing a leather jacket came out of seemingly nowhere. She had darkish orange hair and green eyes. She also had black jeans. Fuck she looked cool.

"You three are the people my friends here are talking about, yes?"

"Yeah." Aaron replied

"They wanted me to tell us for you: they're in a gang, and I'm the leader."

Oh they probably commit crimes. Never mind about Scarlett being cool...

...fuck scarlet looks so cool...

"Oh." Y/n said. "Fuck. that's so cool."

"Oh. That's not the reaction I was expecting, but thank you." Scarlett said, seemingly surprised.

"How many people are in the gang?" I ask.

"Well, lemme show you. HEY EVERYONE C'MERE!" She shouted as loud as possible. I like her. She's cool :).

A few people came down.

There was Sophie, the bitch, Sophie, a fucking nine-year-old, jane, the fast runner, and the rest of the transfer students.

Once we got to know them, they all were actually pretty cool :).

Y/n pov
We had such a great time together. Sadly, it was getting kinda late and we needed to go home.

When I got home, the door opened to see a very worried mother of mine.

"Oh sweetie where were you?! I thought you got kidnapped!"

She pulled me into a tight hug.

"So sorry about that mom. One of my friends made me try an after-school program."

Technically not a lie.

"Oh, was it violet? She's such a good kid! Did you have fun?"

"Yes and yes. Was I too late for dinner?"

"Aw, sweetie! Of course not! Come on in and grab something to eat! I'm so glad you had fun!"

I entered the kitchen and ended the day with some top-quality food and a nice hug.