Bad Girl Bad Guy

Chapter 2

At the top is Ryder
Harley's POV
I was in shock. "Harley!" Becky snapped me out of my thoughts. Looking her in the eye I answered with a simple "Yeah." "Where have you been?" She asked me in a harsh tone.
"Was out with Brooklyn at the skatepark." I said showing her my skateboard. She sighs. "Harley give me your book bag." "What? Why?" I ask sharply. She just gives me a look that says 'hand it over now'.
Sighing I slipped the old tattered back pack off and gave it to her. She clears a spot off of her desk and begins taking my stuff out. She pulls out 3 cans of spray paint and looks up to me. "What?" I ask. "I think this town could use some art in it!" I smirk at her. This comment earns a couple of laughs from the boys. Her face grows insanely red and she sighs and puts it aside.
The next thing that came out of the bag were my wraps for boxing and a pack of cigarettes. This shut everybody up. It was probably from the dried blood on my wraps. Becky's face showed utter disgust. "Why are there BLOODY BOXING WRAPS IN YOUR BAG?" She yells at me. I roll my eyes and laugh at her reaction. She knows about my street fighting and how that is how I survived before I came here. She thinks I quit though. But you know me. I can never quit that. Street fighting is the only thing that gets my anger out.
                     "You quit didn't you?" She ask rage filling into her eyes. "What can I say? Some things never change." "Damnit Harley! Didn't you learn your lessen when that guy pulled a knife out on you?". I noticed the boys from the corner of my eye freeze when she mentioned that. Damn her. They don't need to hear about this.  " I think you know Becky." I tell her with a threatening voice and cold eyes. She visibly gulps. "It's an addiction. To me fighting is like your addiction to coffee. You try to stop drinking it but at the end of the day you need it. Crave it. For fighting it gets my heart pumping and my blood rushing. The excitement when the announcer calls your name and the first time you look over your opponent. Fear. Excitement. They start bubbling up. I honestly love the feeling when my fist connects to their face breaking their nose. The sickening crack.
                     I don't really care for the dangers. I actually love the danger. Call me an adrenaline junkie." I finished with a smirk. She had a look on her face that I was hoping for. Horror. Oh well!
                                        Ryder's POV
        What she just said kinda scared me. She perfectly described what she loves about street fighting. That was the worst part. That she knew what it is. Participated in it. And explained the emotions you felt. I slowly looked to my brothers to see them already staring at me with the same question etched on their face. How well does she know street fighting? My parents suddenly came in and took Becky and Harley out into the hallway. My brothers and I scooted so we were in a circle. "Dude. That is not the same Harley we remembered." Jason states. "Yeah. She is like badass!" Blake agrees. "Well she is going to be living with us so I mean we could try and find out and try to help her." I say. They all agree and nod. "Boys. Time to go!" My mom excitedly yelled. I looked to my brothers and we all stood and silently walked out the door.
                   Let the fun begin!