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autumn chloe radford

Alex ignored me for a whole month. No speaking, no flushing, no stuttering and he didn't even stare at me like he used to.

Not like it annoyed me, to be honest I was glad. I was glad because he completed all my work and he didn't do or say shit to me. It was quite peaceful actually.

It was still weird though. It was fun to have a playful chat with him. I mean it was fun teasing and annoying him but I guess what I did ruined everything so. Whatever, we barely talked anyway.

I don't really know why he is ignoring me. Like yeah, what I did was dick ish but it wasn't that bad. I could've got really close to him, built a relationship and then became romantically involved and made him in love with me but instead all I did was tell him I liked him and kissed him.

How did I know that he supposedly liked me? How could I even tell? It's not my bloody fault. And besides, my prank days were over. After some time they got quite old, so the razors and I decided to put an end to it.

So, we're finally going to a bank tonight. Thank the fucking Lord, I could use the cash. Like really use it.

The razors don't know why of course, they just need money for things like I don't know? What do teenagers need? Condoms? Candy bars? Phones? Laptops?

I don't know, I really don't know. My money is going to mum and dad's treatment, and whatever else we need in the house. Mum and dad haven't been to work in three years.

I always want to talk about their addiction with them, but I've never seen them sober. I haven't even seen them tipsy, just full on drunk, and it's a nightmare.

I don't know whether they're saying something for real, or because they're out of their mind. I don't know whether they give the slightest damn about me, because getting drunk as soon as you become sober tells me that they don't.

I'm definitely being over dramatic, but it's just how it is. I feel like this. Not like anyone's ever going to know, so it's all good.

"So how are we going to do this again, Autumn?" Leo asks, standing in front of me as he completely snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Look. I've stolen the key from the CEO's apartment-"

"Bruce Van Saun?" Niall asks, eyes widening.

"Yes, it's Citizens bank. Anyway, the security code was typed up in his notes on his iPhone. Any other code that we need to get what we need is in his phone too, and I've got it all down. Just leave it to me, I've got this," I say, trying to reassure all of them. I really wanted all of them to go through this plan.

After a while they all nod one by one. "Maybe you should get most of the money, Autumn," Taylor suggests.

"Yeah you should," Luke agrees.

"I second that," Niall says.

"I guess it's settled," Leo laughs. "How will we split this, Autumn?"

"Sometimes I wonder how you're the leader of this group, Leo. You don't act like it," Taylor says and we all laugh.

"Autumn leads everything. It's her nature," Leo defends.

"How'd you know my nature?" I ask.

Leo laughs. "You've got to be kidding me, Autumn. I've known you forever."

"Well, I think we'll take five million and we'll just split that," I say, ignoring Leo's remark.

"We don't need that much, honest," Niall replies.

"Yeah," Luke agrees.

"Us four will split one million, we'll take 250,000 each. So in total-"

"We'll take two million," I conclude.

"I say we all take Niall's Range Rover?" Leo suggests.

"Why'd we all need to go together?" I ask.

"Why, is the commitment too much for you, Autumn?" Luke says with a laugh as the rest join him.

"Luke, you close your mouth the entire time and you don't talk until I say something you could potentially insult," I state.

"That's the plan," Luke smiles.

I just stick up my middle finger.

"Anyways, let's go eh?" Niall asks.

"Let's," Taylor says.

"You guys go to Niall's. I'll take my bike, I'm not coming back after we're done," I say.

"Why?" Leo asks.

"Yeah, Autumn. I thought it'd be nice if we all opened up a beer or two and had a chat."

"Maybe another time, I'll see you guys at the bank," I say, walking away before they could respond.

Hopping on the motorbike, I began driving it once I inserted the key. I had to keep a certain distance with the Razor Roses. I care about them, they could maybe be considered my family, but spending too much time with someone can cause you to trust them; it can cause you to rely on them.

Relying on people is wrong. It's dangerous, it's toxic.

It gives you false hope to be let down again, and again, and again. I can't afford that right now, never again.

Once I arrived at Citizens Bank, it was closed and dark. Parking my bike, I wait for two minutes before the rest of the razors come to meet me. Upon seeing me, they come straight to me.

"One of you needs to keep a lookout. Which one?" I ask, looking at them.

"I'll do it," Niall says.

"You give me a ring or any of the other Razors when you think something's up, okay?" I say, and Niall nods. "Good. Leo and Luke, you'll wait outside too, so when we have the cash, we can put it in Niall's car and be off. Taylor will come with me," I order, and Taylor winks at me, as I wink back shortly afterwards. "Let's go," I breathe.

I slip the keys inside the keyhole, and twist it a couple of times to open it. Going inside with Taylor alongside me, I enter the security code so no alarm goes off. "Let's look for the vault for the cash, okay?" I questioned, but it sounded like more of an order.

After a few minutes of walking around, Taylor whispered/screamed, "Found it!"

Quickly, I ran over to her and looked at my piece of paper for the code that unlocked the vault. "Wait here. I'll get the money to pass over to you which you can pass over to Luke and Leo."

She nodded eagerly before doing as I asked. Unlocking the vault in triumph, I smiled before heading in and taking two briefcases. This should be enough.

This robbery wasn't like any other. It wasn't out in the open and it wasn't loud or noticeable. True trouble is quiet. True trouble is clever. And this trouble was probably about to get what my parents needed most.

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