My Gangster Girl and Me.

Chapter 11

Liam's P.O.V.

"Hey Rachel," I put an arm over the girl's shoulder and pulled her into step with me. I could not help but notice how much taller she was, not as tall as me, but in comparison to Alex. That girl was really fucking tiny.

I had managed to startle Rachel a bit. She managed to hold on to her books but was quick enough to pull them back in, to her chest again. She turned to look up at me in a way that a parent would look at their kid.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" she scolded, looking happy, like she was truly pleased to see me. She did remind me of Alex in some ways, they would probably look like sisters, if they were made to stand next to each other, but then there were also too many differences between them too, especially in attitude. Alex carried herself like she owned every place that she walked into.

"What were you up to all weekend?" Rachel asked me, "you never replied to any of my texts."

"I am sorry about that, I lost my phone," I told her, lying smoothly, knowing just exactly how pathetic this one particular excuse was. Rachel did not seem to mind it though she simply smiled back at me, accepting my word. I was starting to find it to be really easy, being around Rachel.

The way that my mom had reacted was so drastically different than this.

She hadn't ever been someone who got angry easily, all through my life I had seen her maintain her temper, but I guess, this particular occasion did call for it. I had literally caught her out on her way to the police station, having been missing for almost twenty-four hours, I only managed to get home late in the evening that day, the one after Alex had kidnaped me.

She was livid, screaming her head off at me.

It had seemed like neither one of us had wanted to leave that diner. Although, Alex would never agree with me, nor accept this out loud, I knew that she had felt just as comfortable being there as I had. We sat in the place for almost the entire day, just eating and talking about a number of things, commenting on people who came and went, and trying to get on each other's nerves. Eventually, Ruth informed us about how we had even managed to break a few plates and cups, the night before. She had not minded, laughing it off, but I got a vague sense Alex did remember a lot of all of our shenanigans, when she pretended like she didn't the entire time.

We had literally managed to lose track of time, and only realized that it was getting quite late when finally decided to leave. Apparently, we had just been a short walk away from the safehouse all the time. She had left me staring at her back, as she had walked into the house.

She had left me with very precise directions for my way back home, scribbled out on some paper napkins.

All hell broke loose the minute I stepped out of my car, back home.

I shrugged, trying to ignore the shivers that shot down my spine at the memory of last evening.

"So, what did you do all weekend?" I directed my attention back to Rachel and our conversation.

"Um . . . not much, really, I was helping my mom, and I managed to catch up with all the school work for this week," she told me, shrugging.

"Smart girl!" I smiled down at her, ruffling her hair a little bit, "I had to do a shit load of work at home yesterday, as punishment."

She giggled, "unlucky you."

The road of a bike interrupted us.

I turned in time to catch Alex blowing past us and into her spot. She parked the bike and climbed off of it, just as effortlessly as the first day. I would have never suspected that she had been shot in her shoulder just a few days ago, the way she carried herself. I was smiling already, I was just as happy to see Alex as she would be annoyed to see me.