The Nerd

Höllenhund

I stood in the doorway fidgeting from foot-to-foot as all eyes starred me up and down.

"Well Clayton where'd you find this one?" One guy in the back of the room said with a smirk, he was a little buff not as buff as Clayton an he had shaggy blonde hair.

"Ha ha Jer." Clayton said, with a bored expression.

I was currently standing in the doorway of this big abandon building. We where in this huge room filled with about fifteen guys as they all are 'checking me out' and let me tell you it is very intimidating.

"She's a fine thing." Another guy said in the very back. I couldn't really see him.

"She's not a thing, her names Samantha." Clayton said.

"Wow you actually know my name." I mumbled.

Clayton glanced down at me and narrowed his eyes a little.

He looked back at all the guys and said, "She's the new member of the gang," he looked down at me, "These are the guys, I'm not gonna even bother naming them off you'll learn their names as they go."

I nodded my head slightly, fidgeting with my fingers.

"Really Clay?" I snickered at the nickname the guy gave him. He pushed pass the people and stood in front of Clayton, he was built like him almost as buff and had shaggy brown 'skater boy' hair, that was spiked up. "She looks like she couldn't even fight off a squirrel." The guy said, looking down at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him, as I clenched and unclenched my fist.

"You know what they say don't judge a book by its cover," Clayton said, crossing his arms over his chest, showing more of his fine muscles I must say.

"Yea okay, Clay. Theirs not much to read on this one." The guy said, snickering.

"She's Mathews daughter, Declan." Clayton said, unfolding his arms and letting them hang at his sides.

Declan, that's his name I guess, looked down at me and then back at Clayton, he pointed at me and asked, "She's Mathews long-lost daughter?"

"Uh just to make things clear I disowned the Jackass when he left me so, no I'm not his daughter." I said, matter-of-factly.

Declan starred down at me as a smirk appeared on his face, "The attitude is definitely a resemblance between the two."

I growled at him, yes you heard me, growled.

He gave me a weird look and asked Clayton, "Did she just growl at me?"

"I guess she did," Clayton said, looking at me.

Intimidated by their stares, my cheeks slightly turned red, I pushed a piece of hair behind my ear, showing my diamond earring, and looked down at my shoes.

Clayton looked back at Declan, "She's the new member," He said.

Declan just turned around and walked back to where he came from.

Clayton turned around, looked at me and said, "Come on let's go," and started walking to the back of the room.

I earned a bunch of hoot and hollers, whistles and sexual words as I followed Clayton to the back. I don't know why though I'm not that hot, I mean for Christ sake I'm wearing, denim skinny jeans, a red collared shirt, with a long sleeve black sweater over it, where you could see the red collar. My hair was let down in big frizzy curls, no makeup, just my glasses, and I was wearing grey converse.

Nothing thrilling about my outfit.

We walked back into a smaller room with a small three seater couch, a mini fridge, an apple computer on a small desk in the corner, a tv was hanging on the wall in front of the couch and there was a small end table at the end of it. Their where two windows, one on the left wall and the right. They where covered with blinds and black curtains, and then by the computer was another door that led to god knows where, and last but not least by that door was a big cabinet and not the kind that hangs on the wall, it had two doors, the cabinet started at the floor and went all the way to the ceiling, covering almost the whole wall, and it had a huge lock on it.

I looked around the room as Clayton walked in and went to the desk and Declan went to the mini fridge.

"Come in and shut the door." Declan said, as he got a beer out of the mini fridge.

I stepped inside, shutting the door, as I stood their looking around the room.

"Have a seat," Clayton said, as he walked in front of the couch.

I took a seat next to Declan on the couch, making sure I left a cushion between us. Let's just say I'm not a big fan of him and I've known him for not even ten minutes.

Clayton rolled the black chair from the desk in front of the couch and sat down.

"Samantha as you know we're a gang." Clayton says.

"Obviously." I say, with sarcasm.

He rolls his eyes at me and continues,
"We run the East side and the gang I told you about at the park, runs the West side, The Pink Lady's."

"The Pink Ladies?" I ask in disbelief, "Really?"

"Don't even get me started," Declan says, beside me.

"Well I didn't ask you so," I say, looking at him.

He narrowed his eyes at me, and gave me the finger.

"No thank you," I say, with a smile.

"Anyways," Clayton says, "They've been our rivals for years now, it never really used to be a problem till recently when she shot at us and killed one of our own, shit got serious."

"We tried to get revenge but, Mathew, the 'gang leader' aka your dad, told us no, we need a girl that way it was "fair"," he made quotations with his fingers, "so he told us to get Samantha, so we found you." Declan, says looking at me.

"First he's not my dad, y'all have to get that right, and so he's using me, pathetic. Out of all people why me? I can't even fight a squirrel, words of mister smartass over here," I say, pointing my thumb at Declan, "why don't y'all say sorry and call it even or something." I say, leaning back against the couch.

Clayton chuckled, "Oh sweet cheeks the gang world doesn't work like that."

I scrunch my nose at the nickname he made for me.

"We fight back, and we're bringing in our secret weapon, you." He puts his elbows on his knees and leans towards me, "we'll train you, change you, make you stronger, better, and powerful."

"Till then how am I supposed to protect myself?" I ask

"We have fifteen guys, they will all protect you, and we won't let you in and fight till your ready, we'll keep you safe I promise."

We kept our gaze on each other's eyes for a few second, before I broke the silence.

I let out a sigh and stood up, "What's our gang called?"

Clayton smirked and stood up, putting his hands in his pockets, "Höllenhund"