Name Blame, the Bonding Game

Attitude Avenue

Oliver-

"I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" Leif asks as I drop him off at his house. If Drag is still out there somewhere, I've got to do something before he does something stupid. Then again, stupid seems to be his best side.

"Yeah," I answer as I begin to drive away after getting Leif's bike out of the bed of my truck.

"Wait," Leif says, he puts his hand on the hood of the car as I'm backing out.

"Be careful yeah?"

"Sure thing." I tell him.

I head back to pick up my bike then to the restaurant that Marisa and her boyfriend are at.

"We worked hart to earn what we got." Marisa says to the all too familiar blond haired boy. Crap, why did this have to happen.

"You mean your lineage worked hard." Darren retorts back, typical, always starting a fight where one does not belong. "You all haven't worked a day in your life, mommy and daddy give you everything on a silver platter."

"That goes to show how little you know us, how dare you accuse us of being so shallow." Marisa says defensively, I can tell by the tone of her voice, "Most of us don't inherit anything until we're twenty-five for one thing. We all have jobs. Waiting and busing tables. Being cashiers and clerks, and shelving or hanging merchandise. I work at the hospital as a receptionist and read to the kids on Tuesdays and Saturdays. We have to work for what we have. Our budget for shopping, dates, clothes, and pretty much everything comes from our own salaries. So don't you dare accuse us of something as low as that."  

"We all have to work for what we have, our parents offered to let us have what we need, and sometimes, we have big events that we can't cover with our salaries, but most of our spending money is our own." Marisa's boyfriend says, why for the life of me can I not remember his name but I can remember her's?

"I'm not talking to you Blondie." Drag growls at  him.

Marisa puts a hand on her boyfriend's to stop him from retaliating. He looks up from her hand to her face, she gives him the look to keep him from responding. Her boyfriend just sighs and slumps into the booth where he's sitting.

"I think you've got some things wrong about us, I'd like to start over." She tells  Darren.

"Not happening Babe. It's not my fault your boyfriend got between my gun and my target."

"Who was your target?" She asks him curiously.

Before he could respond I grab Darren pulling him away from the couple and pin him to the wall.

"Why aren't you still serving your sentence huh?" I growl at Darren as I hold him pinned against the wall, both feet standing on Darren's, One hand pinning both his arms between us, and the other hand keeping Darren's shirt collar fisted between it.

"I have a bit of unfinished business to attend to." Darren says.

"Well, as long as I'm around it won't be finished." I promise him dragging Darren out of the restaurant.

"What do you want Stone?" Drag asks pulling away from me his infamous primal look in his eyes.

"I want a semi normal life, but thanks to you that isn't going to happen. Is it?" I tell him pushing him back. "Answer me!" I yell at him.

"Not until I get my target finished off." He yells back.

"What is it with you and killing this guy off?"

"It's not a guy you idiot."

"Does it really matter? You'll never get away with Premeditated Homicide. Not around here."