Outlaws[Alternate Universe]

5

•Morning After Party•

Mariana's POV

My head is so killing me, I think to myself.

I slowly open my eyes,but my vision is blurry. I see a red figure standing at the end of the bed. I blink a few times until my vision recovers.

"Morning." Avery says.

I look at his clothes: a rose print sweater and joggers. And it's red.

"Good morning,sir." I say,stretching.

"Is your head hurting?" He asks.

"Yes." I reply,sighing.

"It won't hurt for too long. An hour at the most. Give or take."

"Sir,what happened last night?" I question.

Wow I am really getting into the habit of saying 'sir.' It just feels so weird. We can't even be that far apart in age.

"Don't worry. I took care of you." Avery says,with a smirk.

My eyes widen a bit from his comment.

"What do you mean 'took care of me?'" I say.

"Don't worry about it." He responds, mysteriously.

"Am I in trouble?" I ask,concerned.

"From last night? Hell yeah."

"Well am I getting a punishment?"

"Just wait two hours."

I try to read his face,but I can't.

He then walks out of the room. I pull the pillow from behind my head,put it up to my face and scream.

Hayley's POV

I stand by the threshold of the room that Mariana is in,with Sam by my side.

"Hi...Mariana." I say.

Mariana hurriedly removes the pillow from her face.

"Hi. Hayley,right?" She says.

"Yeah." I say.

"And Sam. Don't forget me." Sam remarks.

"Oh. Hi Sam." Mariana acknowledges him.

"Listen,um,I was supposed to be your roomie this whole time so that I could 'keep an eye on you.' Avery's orders." I explain.

"Oh okay. Well I'll be getting dressed. So you won't have to worry about me." She exclaims.

"Okay. Um Sam will you help me get my things?" I ask.

"Sure." He says.

Mariana passes by us,but then stops.

"Hayley, love your platinum hair. Sam, love the accent." She exclaims.

"Thank you." Sam and I say in unison.

She continues walking.

Sam watches her walk away before talking again.

"Why'd you come into the room crying last night?" He questions.

"I...uh it doesn't matter." I say.

"Uh yes it does. You've always been happy. What happened?"

"Avery yelled at me again. You remember what happened last time. He hit me."

"I know." Sam says.

"I just got scared I guess." I look at the ground.

"Come here," Sam says, pulling me into a hug,"I love you with all of my heart. Don't let anyone tell you that I don't."

He kisses the top of my head,being that he towers over me.

"We have to go to the living room." I say.

"Oh yeah there's another meeting today." Sam complains.

Avery's POV

I pace back and forth in the living room,my hands behind my back.

I grab the megaphone from the couch and click the button for me to speak.

"Get down to the living room now, Outlaws." I call through the megaphone.

They all come down in one line.

"Line Formation." I say.

They all get into a line so that I can see their faces.

"Clothes Inspection." I demand.

I look at everyone in the line.

Who to pick? Calvin? Jake? Aha. Josephine.

"Josephine,step out please."

She steps out of the line.

I look at her clothes: a red plaid shirt,a black leather skirt and some classic black Converse.

"Good." I say.

Josephine goes back in line.

"Next...Ryan."

Ryan steps out.

A black and white striped long sleeved shirt,high waisted shorts and black spiked Converse.

"Good. But next time inform me that you're wearing denim. That goes for all of you."

Ryan goes back in line.

"Jesse."

Jesse steps out.

A black tiger shirt,red high waisted shorts,classic black Converse.

"Awesome."

Jesse goes back.

"Brooklyn."

Red 'Hipsta Please.' crop top,black high waisted skater girl skirt,spiked all black Converse.

"Okay."

Brooklyn goes back.

"Hayley."

Hayley steps out.

A white graphic crop top,black overalls,white Converse.

"Good."

Hayley goes back.

"Okay the rest of you I'll check later just because I'm so goddamn lazy. Now...does anyone know why I make all of us dress in certain colors? Chances are you don't." I say.

"No,sir." They all answer my previous question.

"Well...I'm going to tell you why. I want all of us to look bad ass with our own styles,but also coordinating. We represent all things bad. We spill blood hence the color red."

I continue.

"Meaning you cannot all come in here looking like different colors of the rainbow. Okay...red,black, and white. Or on the other hand...red, black, and white. Your only option. It's our uniform. No grey or denim,unless I am acknowledged that you are wearing it. You can wear those once and just once.

"We are going to see another group. They're called the Rebels. They're like us,only a little different. Don't embarrass me."

"Yes,sir."