The Outlaw's Fairy Tale

Chapter 2: The rebellious stunts I'm pulling

I pushed my way through the door of the little shop later noticing that it read 'pull'. Oh well.

Yeah, I know, just look at the rebellious stunts I'm pulling.

Get it? Get it!

I deserve an award for my puns.

My eyes scanned the area, taking in every nook, every corner before me, until they landed on the stout man in his late 30s with curly long hair and a brown beard working behind the counter today. I smirked to myself. Ah, easy target.

I made eye contact with Dee, his hoodie over his head. He was at the end of the snacks section, picking up all the Cheetos he could get. Five packets in his left hand and two already hanging between his teeth. That hopeless Cheetos lover.

I made my way over to the counter, resting my elbows on the counter top as I folded my hands together, giving the man the most flirty smile I could pull off. He looked up at me, his cheeks pink with a noticeable blush on his face. Mr. Stout Guy didn't seem to be the type to talk to girls a lot.
"H-hello, ho-ow may I, uh help-p you?" Awe, he's nervous. Damn, now I almost felt bad, keyword is almost.

"Hey, Mr. um" My eyes trailed down to his tag, "Mr. Brenton, I would love your assistance with this, uh, thing that I, uh, need assistance with." Smooth Lexi, real smooth.

"And what is it that you would need my a-assistance with?" He stammered, seemingly shy.
"Well you see I needed a.... Sanitary napkin..uh, yeah." Good going Lexi, I bet my cheeks were visibly red right now. Gosh who would've thought that after all these years of scheming, stealing and plotting, I still couldn't lie straight. I mean I could, guys like this were pretty gullible but I sort of had a soft spot for them, scared, nervous, might have gotten beaten up in school. Did I mention my face was almost crimson right now?

Yeah.

"That would be down the, uh, left aisle."

He turned his back to me, stacking up juice bottles on the shelf behind. Dammit, I needed him out of here.

"But wait! I, uh, you see, I'm so on my period..uh, like horrible cramps and so many girly problems since morning." Did I forget to mention I'm not the best liar in town? "Uhm, could you go and get one for me?" I bit my lip and looked up at him with doe eyes, twirling a lock of my hair in my finger. The perks of being a girl, I tell you.

He just stared at me with wide eyes and mumbled a 'sure' before scurrying away to the left aisles. "The XL ones will do, yeah? Thank you so much."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was even holding. I turn to see Dee waiting for my signal. I gave Dee a swift nod before jumping across the counter and grabbing the money from the drawer.

By this time, Brenton saw us and ran in our direction, yelling obscurities. I took off as fast as my feet could take me, with Dylan hot on my heels. We reached our car and hopped in laughing like maniacs, before speeding off. I could hear Brenton shouting at us with a colorful palette of swear words.

We continued our giggle fit while heading back home. I glanced at Dylan who right now had about eight packets of Cheetos. He could spare one. I grabbed one of the packets before he could protest and ripped it open. I popped my feet up on the dashboard, cranked the music to full blast. I laid back in my seat and shut my eyes, a huge grin on my face.
There was nothing like torturing the annoying citizens of Barfville. No, that's not really the name of this town. I couldn't wait to get out of here. But since I'm stuck here till I'm 21 (thanks to the stupid foster system and probation) might as well make use of my time and piss off the Police Department.

To be honest, I have been interrogated by more than half the police population by now. Each time I get caught, it's the same infuriating story, the same vexatious questions - Why would you want to steal? Why would we want to break the law? Why throw your life away by being an outlaw? They build up their own theories. Some say it's to gain attention. Some say it's cause we are bored teenagers with nothing better in life. And most, just blame it on the foster system. It's excruciating. But what they don't get, what usually no one really gets, is that most of us choose to live this way, we choose to go down this path of crime and misdemeanour. To me, it's the rush you feel, the thrill you get violating rules and doing whatever you like. No one to stop you. Complete freedom. Complete liberty. That's what I look forward to.

Dee stopped the car in front of our house. I grabbed my bag and headed for the door, as Dylan drove off to park his new lover.I unlocked the door to realise Tessy wasn't home yet."Kyle! I'm home! Where you at monkeybutt?"

"Lessy!" A few seconds later I saw blonde mop of a boy running in my direction, I scouted to the floor so he could hug me.

"I was waiting for you. Aunty Nelly made some saweeches."

"Bucko, it's sandwiches."

"Sand-witches?"

I chuckled at his adorableness. "Why would you call it sandwiches? They don't have sand in them, DO THEY?" He asked, his blue eyes nearly popping out of his sockets.

"Gosh, no kiddo." I ruffled his hair and stood up chuckling. He's still contemplating whether he's been eating sand all this time. I walked over to the kitchen to grab something to eat. "What about witches. Am I eating witches? Are witches real? He's never going to shut up.

"Kyle the only witches you'll ever see are the cheerleaders in my school."

"Why do you go there then?"
Ah good question.

"Oh wait, I know this answer. My teacher said, so I can get educated."

"Why?"

"To get a job."

"Why?"

"I would say to support my family, but actually to buy cute shoes."

"Wh-"

"Okay! How about we save the 20 questions for later?"I pulled out some leftover lasagna from the refrigerator and popped it into the microwave.
"Would you like some lasagna, Bucko?"

"Lasa-what?"

He cocked his head to the side. Oh the innocence of this boy . "Kyle Stanley Anderson, if you want to break girls' hearts when your time comes, you better learn your spellings young man."

"But I'm only five!" He held out his hand showing his five stubby fingers.

"It's a good thing you can count. Ladies love that."

"Ladies love me."

"You've been spending too much time with Dylan, haven't you?"

I placed two plates on the kitchen island and scooped some lasagna in each. I slid one plate to Kyle, he sat down on the bar stool next to me. Just as I was about to finish my food, there was a jiggle at the door and Dylan appeared into the living room.

"Honey, I'm home!"

I rolled my eyes at him as Kyle snickered."Yo Dee, I'm headed over to Ty's, okay?"

"Tyler? Tyler Banks? Again? Dammit Lee, you know how I feel about that douc- dummy..." Dylan covered up his foul language realising there was a kid in the room other than him.

For once, smart move Dylan.

"Oh chill, he's more scared of me than you. Anyway I left some lasagna for you."

I hugged Kyle and kissed Dylan's cheek , grabbed my red bag and ran out the door. I texted Tyler informing him I was on my way. I pulled on my leather jacket and hopped on Dylan's bike heading straight to the player's lair.

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