Gang Romance

8: He's not my friend

After my long explanation, everyone's eyes were wide and mouths falling to the ground. I described them, what they were wearing, what they looked like, how they talk. And don't forget the necklace the guy was wearing that I noticed now. And where the place was taken. And how I fought them. The way I talked about how I fought those people left them amused and surprised.

Sometimes I feel awkwardly, uncomfortable because of the stares that I have gotten from the past 10 minutes of telling them what had happened. Eric looks like he's going to actually kill anything he can see. Thank goodness he didn't kill us, yet.

Austin looks like he want to be buried alive while being wide awake, while cleaning my bruised eyes, well barely. Shane is eating a popcorn, that he prepared before I started my story, seemed interested. Keeley is pale, looking a bit amused and shocked.. And Carson, well, Carson was... I don't know.

"Thanks guys, but it wasn't that bad, you know." I tried to calm them down. Tried is the key word. I failed. They still have the same expression they had.

"WASN'T THAT BAD!? WHAT WOULD HAD HAPPEN IF THE MAN SHOT YOU? YOU'RE LUCKY YOU KNOW HOW TO FIGHT! MOM WILL KILL ME IF YOU GOT SHOT, AND MY LAST WORDS WOULD PROBABLY BE BEGGING GOD THAT I WILL SEE YOU IN HEAVEN." Eric screamed, like literally screamed, that all the birds flew out of the trees beside our house. They probably thought there was a monster. Eric's voice was so loud, like a 2 years old girl just dropped her ice cream and screamed, angrily and sad. He's so overprotective.

"Geez, calm yourself down, Grinch." Keeley told Eric. That calmed Eric a little, looking at Keeley softly. They stared at each other until Justin cleared his throat. Eric glared at him and then looked over at me again, then sighed.

Wesley walked towards me, and hugged me. I really love how sweet Wesley really is. He really is my best friend. Carson narrowed his eyes at Wesley and I and started walking towards Eric.

"I need to go. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Carson told him. Why is he leaving so early? I pensively thought of why he was leaving so early.

"Why are you leaving so early?" Shane asked, asking my question inside my head. He haven't really talked a lot today, so that shocked me a little bit. My eye was already feeling better, thanks to Austin. He really is a nice guy as everyone is. 

"Nothing. I just need to meet up with someone, who really just pissed me off." Carson's face looked red again. Why is he so angry? I heard him talk to someone over his phone after my lovely story, but I really didn't paid attention to it. He sounded angry though.

"Is it that bad?" I asked, not thinking of what I was saying.

"Yeah. Really bad!" Carson frowned, looking over at me. 

"Well, whatever your problem is, I hope you solve it with your friend. Be safe outside, you don't want to end up like me, do you?" I chuckled.

"He's not my friend. And thanks for your concern but I can totally handle myself." He crossed his arms.

"Okay, bye." I waved goodbye, everyone else did too.

"Bye." He smiled a bit but it wasn't his usual one, then he waved goodbye to us. He went to the front door and went to his car.

'Hope I'll see you again soon' I thought silently, while my friends rant about the things that happened to me.

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~Carson's POV~

I went in the car and put my key in the car ignition. I glared at my phone as soon as it rings.

"What?!" I hissed, harshly.

"We can meet at the basketball court near by." He suggested, not really affected on my harsh tone.

"No way! I need to talk to you privately!" I yelled at him, reversing my car out of the parking lot. Yes, I know him. And no, if you're thinking that I asked him to do what he did to Crystal. I knew him when I first started on joining the little gang. I rarely even do what gang people do, but I had no choice on not joining anyways. As soon as Crystal described him, I already knew it was him, Drake. First, because he likes hanging out in the basketball court. Second, he always points a gun in someone's head for fun. So that proves that he's a part of the gang. Third, he's the only person in the gang that has a Tiger on his necklace. And lastly, the gun he always used, Remington 1911, his favorite. I don't know how Crystal had known it, but I know that he loves that gun.

"Let's meet at your house then." He suggested again.

"Okay. Be there. And fast." I ordered him and hang up. And I sure as heck regretted agreeing on him on this plan.I hate seeing his ugly face.