Possibly a Psycho

Chapter 1

Possibly a Psycho

Main characters: Tara, 17 years old (main). Blake Shield, 19 years old. Logan, 18 years old (best friend). Liam, 15 years old (Blake's brother)

The throbbing in the back of my head immediately starts when I'm shoved up against a locker. I look up to see an unfamiliar face. The guy had gray eyes and dirty blond hair probably my age and just barely taller than my 5'7'' frame. He kept going on and on about how I bumped into him or something like that. I couldn't really focus because of the apple laying on the group near my foot.

His forearm was across my chest holding me in place as he shouted "Are you even listening to me?!"

I looked back up to him with a glare. "You prick! Look, you made me drop my apple."

He looked at me confused and then back down at the apple. That's when I took the chance and pushed him hard enough to now switch positions. I instinctively grabbed my switch blade and held it up to his throat. He didn't have to look down at his neck to see what was happening. That's when I heard a dark chuckle behind me and when I turned around to see my best friend. Logan.

"What are you laughing at?" I snapped at him.

He motioned to my hand. "Are you planning on killing the new kid with a pencil?"

I looked down to realize I grabbed a pencil instead of Stabby, my knife. That's when I burst out laughing and it doesn't help when the apparent "new kid" is now running away probably to class. I clutch my stomach laughing because I can't breathe along with Logan until the bell rang for first period signaling that we were late. Logan and I started heading to first which was Chem.

As we walked in Mr. Brown said "Ahh Tara, Logan nice of you to join us."

With the whole class not daring to even look at us we moved to our seats in the back of the class. Once we were seated it didn't take long for Mr. Brown to continue talking about who knows what and for me to quickly fall into a, hopefully, dreamless sleep.

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I woke up with a sudden jolt hearing the bell ending 1st. The rest of the day went by as usual which consisted of either sleeping through or skipping class.

As I rounded the corner to lunch I saw Logan sitting at our usual table. I walk to him and sit down grabbing another apple out of my bag and start cutting it with Stabby.

When I felt a tap on my shoulder I quickly spun in my seat holding Stabby with a firm grip ready for anything to happen. The "new kid" from this morning quickly steps back holding up his hands saying "Hey, hey, I just wanted to apologize for this morning."

Signing, now very bored, I turn back to Logan and roll my eyes while he just chuckled. That's when I heard Someone say my name. "Tara? Ya that chick is batshit crazy. I heard that she killed some girl because she stole her cake."

"I heard she is a part of the Mafia or a gang." Someone else decided to chime in.

I look back at the table talking about me to see three bigger guys and the new kid that all seemed to be in the same year as Logan and I, which is senior. They all looked back at us with the expression of deer caught in headlights. I gave them my signature smirk and waved Stabby at them. I'm pretty sure I could hear one of them gulp. Hehe.. Job well done. I mentally first bumped myself. Logan caught my attention when he laughed saying "Stop torturing the poor kids." I turned back to him rolling my eyes and started cutting my apple again.

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Finally, it was the end of the day. As I was getting on Snake (my Harley-Davidson Iron 883 color SNAKE VENOM) I got a text.

BOSS: "Poker 10pm. 1783 Saint St."

(Poker is the term we use when someone owes us or Boss money)

I put my phone away, zipped up my leather jacket, kicked up my kickstand, started Snake, and started riding "home". Logan and I lived with the rest of the gang at an old yet huge mansion. We could fit all twenty members in the mansion. Well the twenty that are high ranking members. The lowers live at a different location similar to ours, about fifteen minutes away. There were about forty-fifty people so it was really cramped but it worked.

After about thirty minutes I start rolling down the private drive. I noticed that Logan wasn't here yet so I parked and turned Snake off when I heard something break. I swear it was like living with twenty eighty year old boys. Yes, I am the only female out of almost seventy people but it never really bothered me. They knew not to mess with me from early on.

As I walk up the path and open the front door I see Alex sweeping glass off of the floor. When he heard the door close he looked up and smiled "Hey Tara. How was school?"

I said with a smirk "Oh ya you know the usual. Mostly skipping class and threatening people." He chuckled, throwing the glass away.

I walked upstairs to my room and looked at the time. 4:03. Still got almost six hours until "Poker". I decided to start writing a paper for English. Believe it or not, in our gang you have to graduate high school or be currently going to high school to be a part of the higher ranks.

Before I knew it it was 9:00 so I decided to get ready. I put on a long sleeve black shirt, black leggings, black Converse, and my leather jacket before making sure I had Stabby and got on Snake. Before I knew it we, meaning Stabby, Snake, and I, arrived at an old dive bar.

I opened Boss's text to see a picture of a guy a little older than me with brown eyes and hair. I walk into the bar and get hit with the scent of alcohol and cigarettes. I look around and see him tending bar. I walked over and sat on a stool in the middle.

When he saw me he instantly came over "Hi beautiful." I mentally gag. "What can I get for you?"

I answered back with my best innocent smile. "Umm... How about a shot of vodka."

Being seventeen and looking older had its perks. As he turned his back to pour my drink I quickly jumped over the bar and grabbed Stabby pushing the guy against the wall and holding Stabby against his throat.

"What the hell, get off of me?!" he said trying to push me off but I held the knife tighter, pushing it more into his skin until it started to draw blood.

I looked up at him and said "You owe my Boss money. If you don't pay him back in full by next Thursday you will never see the sunlight again." He started to shake and became sweaty, making me chuckle loving the effect I had on people. "Do you know who I am referring to?" He nodded as fast as possible, probably shaking a few marbles loose. "Good, because I don't make threats I don't intend to keep."

With that I pushed Stabby into his cheek drawing it down and blood almost immediately started to flow down his face. That will definitely scare. Satisfied I push off of him, jump over the bar, grab my shot, and throw my head back feeling the liquid burn my throat. Happy I turned to the bartender, who was clearly in shock, gave him a wink and walked out of the door.