Gang Wars

Chapter 3

"I was born out of wedlock. I am a bastard child. I was not meant to live. No one cares about me. No one would mourn if I were to die." Indiana, the school's biggest meth kid, tears up. "I still hate on my parents for leaving me. Every single day is a day I yearn for someone to tell me I'm worth it." she sobs.

"Thank you for sharing, Indie." our guidance counselor, Mr. Malik, rubs his hand at Indie's small back. I used to hate going to these kind of mandatory sessions for the "troubled youth" like me; now I hate it even more since I found out Louis was going.

"Sorry, I'm late, Zayn." Louis smirks. He wore a black shirt and baggy shorts that are both a little bit too big for his tiny figure. "I forgot it was today."

"Sit down." Mr. Malik points to the empty chair in front of him. "By the way, call me by my first name one more time and I'm going to add two more sessions for you."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Malik." he breathes heavily. "Terrorists get what they fuckin want."

"Going back, who's turn is it to share?" I see a glimpse of uneasiness in Mr. Malik's eyes, but he smiles as though he didn't hear the words Louis said. "I have to go to the loo for a bit, yeah?" he says as he exits the thug kingdom.

"Why do they allow terrorists in here," Louis whispers to the curly haired boy next to him. "The teacher's even more troubled than the students," He puts his bag down and kicks his feet up at Mr. Malik's table. I don't even know what brings me to do so but I march to the front and kick his feet away from the steel table.

"Fix your attitude."

"Bitch!" he looks at me and glances over his shoulder. "What the hell's your problem?"

"Your fuckin terrorist jokes are lame, that's why" I spit at his shoes. He gets up from his seat and strangles my neck. I hold his wrists and struggle to remove them. I notice the people in the room trying to avoid my eyes. Indiana's the only one looking straight up at me, shrugging as she brings up some crystal to her nose. I tighten my grip on his wrists, bearing marks from my fingertips.

"Enough," Deo pulls him away from me. "You brats just focus on our next gig,"

"I'm not working with her," Louis shakes his head. "Kick her out, if you want me back in." he heads out the door.

"He was fucking around" I roll my eyes unintentionally.

"We need him, Reese." Deo's tone softens. "We might have to let you go,"

"I've been with you guys for three years and this scumbag shows up out of nowhere and you leave me in the dust? This shit's not what I signed up for."

"It's nothing personal, really. We just need Tomlinson to get us more clients, that's all. It's not permanent,"

"Screw this I'm leaving." I say as I turn to the door, punching Liam's number on my cell as I go.