Started With A Dare |ON HOLD|

10) Dem 'Gangstas' With The Snapbacks Bruv

Follow through from last chapter. Pretty shady.

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I stared at the person I front of me in awe. Did he really want me to pretend to be his girlfriend to get his girlfriend jealous?

"Gabriel I can't," I sighed playing with the edges of my shorts.

"You can and you have to, otherwise I tell everyone that your Queen Brighton and you stole my lucky socks."

Err blackmail. The one thing I hate to make someone do something for you for a price.

"It might not be me," I said my heart beat picking up erratically.

"Well I know for a single fact that you stole my lucky socks and I was waiting outside your bedroom door yesterday to say goodbye; when I saw you write Queen Brighton." He smirked whispering in my ear.

My eyes widened and my throat suddenly went dry. Could this ruin me? Or will it actually help?

"What about your girlfriend?" I asked panting like a mad woman.

He smirked, "She's already in on it." How? She hates my bloody guts. How? "Or would you like everyone to know you stole my lucky socks?" He asked twirling my hair around his finger. I bit my lip so hard I'm pretty sure I drew blood. Oh well.

"Can I tell my friends?" I asked, if I wasn't I'm pretty sure they'd befriend me.

"Sure, but as long as you just pretend." He said. I contemplated the pros and cons. It seemed pretty solid. Yeah why not?

"Fine but here are my rules, no PDA in public, no make out sessions in your car, no actual touching and you don't tell anyone. Okay?" I said listing them off on my fingers. He laughed. What's so funny?

"We have to do all them things in public to make it believable." He laughed and I could feel a slight bit of blush creep up my neck. "I'll come round tomorrow afternoon to go through all the conditions." He said as he started strolling down the stairs. I followed after him and we went our separate ways.

"Where have you been? We've been looking everywhere for you!" Faith screeched in my ear. I jumped and didn't look up at her face.

"I'm going home," I murmured. I started heading towards the door and freely walked out with an angry as hell Faith closely following. "Can we talk about his tomorrow?" I said as I turned around.

Like I said, her face looked like a bat out of hell. She scowled and nodded her head before heading into the house. I started walking down the road hopefully heading the right way.

I came across an alleyway with shouting involved. Damn it! I've gone the wrong bloody way! Why me? I started turning around when I can face to face with may I say an ugly face.

"What the fuck do you think your doin' roun' here?" He asked. His alcohol and weed breath and helped my assumptions.

"Excuse me but I only went the wrong way so if you'll excuse me." I said trying to slip through all the 'gangstas' around me.

"Stop pretendin' you don't know us Paige." He said as be got considerably closer. My breathing got faster and I hoped my hero could hear my scream for help.

"My names not Paige," I said as he grabbed onto my wrist. "Let go of me." I gritted my teeth and narrowed my eyes. Could this night get any worse?