The outcrowd

Chapter 1

"Gimme a smoke stick. I'm 'bout to pass out." I said.

"Sure thing Flex." Said 1vibe. "So you planning on going to Sheldon's bachelorette party?"

"I guess. If Derrick will let me." I replied. Derrick is 18 years old, and ever since our parents died in a shooting, Derrick is responsible over me since he is my brother.

There are alot of gangs in Seattle. I'm part of the Stakeouts, a poorer gang on the Eastside of Seattle. All us stakeouts wear baggy denim and giant shirts. We ain't rich enough to wear any fancy jewelry but 1vibe once rolled a couple of drunk people to get a switchblade, but he doesn't really use it, more to show off.

"I'll speak to Derrick. I can keep it in good words for you." I gazed at 1vibe admiringly. He really is dedicated to his friends. 1vibe earnt his name 'cause he only feels 1 emotion most of the time: Chill. He ain't ever lost his temper an' he's the wisecracker of the gang. Always somethin' smart to say wherever he is. I admire that. He can make anyone laugh- Even the police.

Since it was Tuesday today, all the stakeouts had to meet at the water fountain. It was nearing 5 o'clock, which meant violence time. If you're still out alone after 5 o'clock you're bound to get jumped by the high class, a rich west side gang who we rival with. In Derrick's words: "It ain't all rainbows and sunshine out there. You gotta play it by gang rules-Be strong and don't let yourself get caught."

Me and 1vibe walked 2 blocks, turned round the corner and were met by the rest of the gang. I looked at all the gang members- A team of 7(counting me), who I guess I should introduce.

There's 1vibe, who I walked with, he has playful brown eyes, copper coloured hair, and he's got a good build for a 17 year old. Funny enough, he's a school dropout, works at the auto-wreck mill. 1 vibe's best friend is my second oldest brother, Cola-ray. He's 16 years old an' dead casual. Cola ray's also great to hang around. A real go-getter. He always understands or at least tries to understand what people have to say. Ace is my best friend. And he has the lightest blond hair I've ever seen. The colour of wheat in a mill. Ace is the most innocent out of all of us. But he's not shy. Just innocent. The oldest member: Blaze. he's 20 years old and the official unofficial leader. Personally, I don't dig Blaze. He's mean, and fiery tempered. one second he's standing up for you, and then next second he's hollering at you and try'na crack your jaw. I guess he's okay. Blaze just finds it difficult to be friendly. Clyde is another 1 of my friends. He's got dark hair and ain't as smart as the rest of us. I mean, not as bright. He always has some wisecracking comment to make, but other than that he's practically failing school. He's 15 years old. Just a month or so older than Ace.

We all gathered beside the fountain. "Boy howdy, ain'tcha cold Flex?" asked Blaze. "Nah. I was bummin' round for a while after school while it was sunny." I replied. Being stakeouts we all wear denim and leather. I was wearing dark denim baggy jeans with an oversized white t-shirt and tennis shoes.

"So, y'all doin' anything hip round here?" asked Clyde. "Anyone rockin' the boat tonight?"

Cola-ray was first to answer. "Imma go out with milady for a double date with 1vibe." Of course Cola-ray has a lady. He's like the sugar that attracts flies. He's got black-gold hair and a charming smile and wistful eyes. If I'm being completely honest with you, my looks aren't too bad either. I have black-gold hair like Cola, except mine is more black, and instead of wistful eyes, mine are dark and distracted. I have an okay build for my size, but a better sense of fashion than Cola. Cola got his nickname 'cause that's all he drinks.

"Imma just get boozed at the drive-in." Typical. Blaze can drink a whole bottle of alcohol while watching some corny JD movies. He's awfully strong and likes to pick on ladies whenever he gets the chance.