Torn Between Desire(BoyXBoy)

One

I don't care if they didn't like me. Never said they had too.

My name is Miko Makara. I'm a high school sophomore, and--you guessed it--I did not have many...any friends. But I like it that way. I didn't want to be an over popular priss with too many friends to count. I didn't want to have plans every night, getting wasted and not even realizing till I woke up. Being alone was the one thing i was good, and I intended to stay that way. The only people I associated with weren't at my school. Or, at school in general. They were a so called 'gang' that liked to cause trouble as soon as the street lights flickered on. I guess you could say I was part of that group.

When I got bored.

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"Alright class, remember to read pages 136 through 145 for the test on Monday, and have a good weekend!" Our teacher said waving as we left the classroom. My head was killing me, and my left contact must've torn, because my eye felt like there was a needle in it. I walked to my locker and grabbed my backpack, filling it with all my homework and slinging it around my shoulder. I walked through the hallway and out the door. I kept my head lowered and looked out of the corner of my eye, seeing a small group looking cautiously and staring at me. I would've flipped them off but I jumped at the sound of a car horn. My head shot up to stare at a black Firebird sitting at the school entrance. I grinned(which seemed to scare a few people) And started to speed walk. A tall man got out of the drivers side. He was wearing thick sunglasses and a leather jacket. His jeans we loose and ripped and his Chucks looked worn out and frayed. He took his cigarette out of his mouth and chuckled. He was a lot taller than me in comparison.

"Hey Jack." I smirked as I walked up. "Get in, we have something to disscuss. Leo and Arlo are in back." He said turning and getting in. I opened the passenger seat and through my bag in, hitting Arlo in the nose. "You shitty brat!" He laughed with a grunt. We all burst into laughter as I shut the door. We sped away, are tires screeching leaving scuffs in the rode. He blared Bulletproof by 12 Stones on the stereo and we all jammed out till we got to the hideout. Hideout being an abandoned house. Story is the old couple that lived here couldn't affords the place so it was foreclosed and no one has bought it yet.

We stepped out of the car and walked to the door, Jack kicking it open to reveal four or five more men(with the addition of their ladies) sitting about. "We're back." Jack said, throwing my bag to the ground. Everyone replied with grunts or half hearted waves. "And I brought Miko." They all stood up and began to walk over. "Miko!" One of them said. "Hey it's Milk!" Another shouted. I was the baby of the group, and for some reason, adored.

"I would appreciate it if you could refrain from calling me 'Milk'. I understand I'm pale but Jesus." I sighed. "Anywho guys, I need to talk to Miko in private, so refrain from bothering us."

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"So Mik, I'm sure by now you've realized, we've all grown quite fond of you. You are one of our favorites. But, that doesn't mean we'll be going easy on you. What's the news with your mother...?" He explained cautiously. "That rotten bitch is probably at home smoking it up." I growled. "To be honest I don't care what happens to her at this point. I've tried too hard to keep her sane but my efforts were in vain so what's the point anymore? As for you, I'm just glad I can hang here instead of having to go home everynight. I wouldn't want you to go easy on me, no matter what." A smirk made its way to my face. His face slowly matched mine as we began to laugh at ourselves.

Sure hearing the word 'gang' you'd automatically think 'oh no a bunch of drug addicts causing chaos!' But we all had a hard time taking ourselves seriously. They were honestly my home. Closest one I've ever had anyway.

"So!" He pounded his fists on his desk, "What are our plans for tonight? It's a big night for us, Vandalizing? Breaking and Entering? Loitering?!" We began to joke. I stood up and walked out.

"Alrighty boys, the lights are on, the sun is gone! Let's get to fuckin' shit up!" A wicked grin spread over my face as I cracked my knuckles, hearing them all begin to cheer as I walked out of the room. I hunched to to my backpack and grabbed my Swiss army pocket knife. They followed in step as I walked out the door, bouncing off the porch(skipping the stairs) and down the sidewalk. We all began to speed to the nearest bar, a beginning ritual for our night of terror.

Had I forgot to mention tonight is the Devil's Night?

Well it is.

"Look at little Milk, leading us and shit. Hey, when old man J dies Miko will be next in line!" Arlo chuckled putting me in a headlock and ruffling my hair.

"Yeah and once I am I'll put your ass on Barrel Check Duty." I hissed as the guys behind me started to laugh. By the time we'd finished laughing we had already made it.

"Miko, did you even remember to bring your ID?" Jack asked. I pulled out a fraud Identification made for me by a connection. We all walked in and heard the Rock-a-billy playing. Up at the bar, I sat on a stool and ordered a Jameson on the Rocks, while the others ordered full on Whiskey and Beer.

Four glasses later and I felt woozy.

"Arlo!! C'mere!" I yelled stumbling towards him. "Whatcha need Miko?" He asked, obviously a professional because he still didn't seem Tipsy. "Le's go..le's go break some shit!" A twirled around yelling. "Guys, I think we should get going, Milk is getting wasted." Arlo told Leo and Jack as they collected the rest. We walked out and started heading back to the hangout. "C'mon! It's Devils Night, we've got to reck some shit!" I groaned, disobeying their orders. "Miko you need to at least sober up before we do." A member said, everyone nodding in agreement. "Fiiiiiine." I sulked behind the all, slowly walking. They all say and cheered in front to something Jack said, but my mind was a blur and I couldn't really hear.

As I was about to walk up to them and say something some bumped into me, so harshly I'd fallen. They all paused and turned around to see the dude. It was a guy from my school.

"Watch where you're going, freak." With hooded eyes and stood up and looked back toward him. "What'd you call me..?" I growled, Jack and the rest giving the guy worried looks.

"Oh no, the Highschool loner's gonna hurt me!!" He looked behind to his friend and snickered. "Damn right I am..." I mumbled and reached into my back pocket, grabbing the pocket knife I'd grabbed from my backpack. I opened it with a slice and ran toward him with a grin. He tripped back but not without a wound; I grazed his cheek. "W-What the fuck?!" He stumbled back on the sidewalk. "To said I was gonna hurt ya, so whadya expect?" I grinned wicked. His face showed terror. He stood up, about to run away, but I was two steps ahead of him. I swung and swung, him happening to dodge most of my attacks. The guys dare not get involved. They knew how I got when I was angry. They knew they had to let it pass. I chuckled to myself remembering there'd be no one here to stop me from hurting this guy.

"Miko, c'mon, you're drunk." Arlo grabbed my arm. "Don't touch me!" I yelled slashing him. He grabbed me around my waist and picked me up. "Come you baby. You need some sleep." He groaned and turned around. I pounding on his back with my fists. "Arlo let me go! I need to get him at least once more!" I whined. "Get him at school."

He looked up at me from the ground and I flipped him off. "Fuck you, ya asshole! I'll see you in the fiery pits of hell!" I screamed. He scattered up and ran with his friends.