Like a Boy. Only With More Hair... (On Hold, Might Not Finish)

Chapter 5

I'm not sure if anyone is reading this book but I'm still uploading it just in case.

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We were now back at the hotel and the boys were still laughing about the little stunt I pulled that they witnessed from behind a toilet paper tower.

I put a fresh stock of doughnuts and chocolate milk in the fridge and left the rest to the guys. Then I went into the ball room where Zoe was passed out on the floor. She looked so adorable.

In a sick way.

I kicked her in her side.

“Wake up sunshine.” Her eyes slowly adjusted then she sat up. “Show me what you got.”

“But I just woke up.” She protested. “I won’t be able to kick as hard.”

“Rule number two. Don’t talk back to Nikki.” I recited picking up a forgotten water bottle and emptying it over her face.

She screeched before shooting up. “Or suffer the consequences.” I added with a smirk. I grabbed her elbow and hauled her to her feet then repeated myself. “Show me what you got.”

She stomped over to the dummy and took her anger out on it, making it light up once or twice. “Good.” I appraised once she finished. “Now next time you have to do that just think of me.” I gave her a sweet smile.

“Have you ever killed anyone?” she asked out of the blue.

“Well the answer is yes Zoe, but only when I have to.”

“When you have to?” She asked, her voice quavering slightly.

“Were the good guys.” I reassured her.

“How old are you?”

“What is this? 20 questions?”

“I just want to get to know you.” She replied looking up at me through her lashes, which was cute and disgusting.

I made a face. “Alright I’ll play just don’t ever do that again.” I said scrunching up my nose. “I’m 15.”

“I’m 18.” She replied. “Where’s your parents?”

“Dunno. Don’t care.” I replied leaning against the wall, awaiting the next question.

“Is Nikki your real first name.”

“It’s short for my real first name as far as I know.”

“What is it?”

“Nikita.” I answered.

“Do you steal?” I nodded. “How much?”

“How much total or what is the biggest amount I’ve stolen at a time.”

“At a time.” She said looking curious.

“100,00.” I answered proudly, watching her jaw drop. “That was when I was by myself. One time when the guys assisted me we stole about 300,00 in one night.”

“How do you feel about it?”

“Gosh you sound like a counselor! Um well I feel like I’m a cop sort of, like I’m doing something dangerous for the greater good.”

“But what are you sacrificing?”

“I dunno really. I guess just the normal teenage life, girl friends, school, the mall, all that stuff that I don’t care about.”

“Have you gotten your first kiss?” She inquired looking sorry for me.

“I kiss the guys sometimes. Not a lot but like when I’m really happy about something.” I explained shrugging carelessly.

“Oh.” She said sadly.

“Have you ever kissed someone?” She nodded. “Then did you get married to him?”

“No I’ve never been married.” She said shyly.

“Then it was a waste.” I said smiling. “You kissed a guy for nothing and I haven’t so why do you feel sorry for me? I should feel sorry for you.”

She stared at me looking taken aback for a moment before smiling. “You’re weird.”

“You know it.” I said before walking out the room.

“Wait!” She called after me. “We didn’t reach 20 yet!”

My mocking laughter rung out through the silent hall as I carried on walking. I knew she would eventually make a good Hood.

The real question is how long will it take?