Gang Romance

19: The problem? Is you.

Carson's POV

I slammed the door shut, forcefully. And I leaned my head against it. I knew she's too good for me. I ran up stairs towards my room, but then I stopped when I heard someone sniffed. I looked where it came from. My brother's room. Why is he crying?

I peeked inside his room and saw him crying, a picture in his hand. He noticed me and wiped away the tears.

"No!" I screamed, "Don't leave, please, dad!" I ran towards the car, going to another destination that isn't home. And I was trying to stop the man inside it.

"Carson, let him go." Mom said, tears rolling down his cheeks. I shook my head.

Then after a moment, I went past her and to my bedroom. I looked at my father's picture and cried and cried. I felt vulnerable. I teared it apart and thought, 'He was never a good father.'

Why did he leave? Because of me and my mother. But he should have been smarter than that. It wasn't my fault. It was his. He took my sister's life away.

Looks familiar. I used to be this guy. I sighed and went in his room. Taking osur so called father's pic away. "It's alright, buddy. I can be your father and brother at the same time." I smiled at him and he nodded, unable to speak.

What Crystal told me about my father made me furious. I would get revenge. He went over the limits.

I sighed.

I miss her. My only sister.

~Crystal's POV~

I tried dialing Carson's number, but it went to voice mail and this is how it went:

"You better call me back and tell me what the hell your problem is." And hang up. Send. I was a bit too harsh, right?

"Nice one." Ric said sarcastically, leaning againt my door. I rolled my eyes at him and threw a pillow at him.

He caught it and threw it back at me, but missed. I laughed at his attempt and he just glared at me.

I smirked and changed the topic,"So... About Keeley."

Ric widened his eyes and when he was about to turn around, I threw a pillow at him. Fast. It hit him at the side of his head and he slowly turn his head to look at me. Like how a doll would slowly turn their head at the camera in a horror movie. Except this one is scarier.

"Oh... Bad idea, Cris, bad idea." He grabbed the pillow and before I could even blink, he ran towards me and stuffed the pillow at my face. He laughed as I stuggle beneath him.

"I can't breathe!" My voice was muffled because of the pillow. My arms was flailing around me and I grabbed another pillow and threw it at him. I removed the pillow quickly when he lost his grip and stood up, hitting Eric with lots of pillows. He also stood up and we were soon having a pillow fight.

I hit him on the face really hard causing him to stumble. And I laughed so hard. But then he grabbed my leg and I fell down on him. I groaned a bit.

We laughed and laughed. The laughter subsided and Eric said, "You better start training more." More seriously this time.

"Then let's go. I haven't punch a punching bag for months. People doesn't count, by the way. Their faces are hard as a rock." I said, looking at my fist and shuddering when I remembered the pain. He chuckled at that and patted my back.

"I'm proud of you. You stayed strong. Dad would be proud." He smiled, sadly. I frowned, remembering my 'nightmare'. Should I tell Eric?

"Eric... How's dad?" Eric looked at md for a bit before answering.

"I called him today. I was supposes to tell you but I was distracted by your pillows. And he said he couldn't come on any occasions this year. He's really busy." I frowned at that. My grip on his shoulder tightened and I asked him a simple question, but a painful answer.

"You think his busy with work?" I emphasized the word 'work'. And he frowned more. Then he shook his head. And we both sighed. We stayed like that together, hugging. And it was like we were shielding ourselves from reality.

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I walked towards where Carson's locker was. He didnt call back or even text at all. I begun to worry.

A guy beside Carson's locker was standing there, playing with his phone, grinning. I'm sorry to do this, boy, and ruin your conversation but... I grabbed his collar, pushing him towards the locker. His eyes widened and his phone was tightly wrapped around his hand. I recognized him from Carson. He was talking to him yesterday in the football practice.

"I was not sending what you were thinking, I swear." He nervously stated. And I scrunched my nose in disgust. That actually means he was.

"I don't care about that." I said. His collar was still wrapped around my fist. And people started staring and even wolf whistling. "Where's Carson?"

"I-I don't know." He was still gripping the phone. "Damn. You're hella scary." He chuckled.

"If you don't tell me, I'll tell everyone you're sending-" His eyes widened and he surrendered.

"Girl, I don't really know. Carson and I aren't that close. What's this? A secret agent movie? I would tell you immediately, you know. But I said, I. Don't. Know." He emphazised the words I don't know. And I let go of him, apologizing slightly. He nodded and went back to his phone, smiling.

I walked away and looked around for Carson. And the bell rang, signalling the first period had just started.

I suddenly saw Carson with a girl. He was kissing her hard against the wall. I coughed and they stopped to looked at me. Carson frowned and the girl did as well. I looked at the girl and pointed towards an empty hallway.

She glared at me but left anyways after she whispered something in his ear. He smirked and nodded. I scrunched my nose again and stompped towards Carson. His eyebrows were raised.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him into an old classrom that no one ever uses. It was dark and I dragged him towards the teacher's desk.

"What's the problem? I was having fun, you know. If you can kiss other guys, I can kiss other girls." He crossed his arm, leaning against the board.

"The problem? Is you. You haven't answered my voice mail or my calls. And I begun to worry." I said. I sounded like a clingy girlfriend but who cares?

He frowned at me, "It's none of your business."

"Oh. I don't care if it isn't." I crossed my arms, too. Leaning against the teacher's desk. "You tell me what's up cause you aren't just your usual self."

"So now you're interested?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No. I just want to know what the hell is wrong with you." I raised an eyebrow, too. "Like... You aren't teasing me anymore. You aren't calling me names. It's not the same. You aren't saying dirty stuff. You aren't even looking at me anymore." I told him. "You are acting--"

He suddenly grabbed my face and looked intently into my eyes, interrupting me. He stroke my cheeks. And he brushed his lips against mine. My eyes widened a bit.

He then smashed his lips against mine and his hands were now on my arms. Then my waist. Then he lifted my up, still kissing me. He dropped me on top of the teacher's desk lightly and began to move his lips rapidly.

We were kissing too passionately, we didn't hear the door open.

"So this is why you can't go out with me." A voice said harshly, "Figured."

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A/N: OOOOO!!!

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