tale as old as time<3

well who are you? chapter 3

"Who am I? Who are you?" This beautiful looking boy collected enough courage to ask me who I was when I had no idea who he could've been. Sure, I had seen him once or twice at my mom's huge holiday bash but they didn't mean a thing since over 1,000 people were invited every year and we only knew about half of them.

"You don't know who I am? Don't you watch the gang brawls?" His smile faded into a narrow line that showed almost no emotion. The boy was hard to read, he clearly had built walls up after some terrible event in his life. I didn't blame him though I had walls built high too.

"Of course I know what the gang brawls are. Do you think I'm dumb?" I decided not to add how much I really did know about the gangs. My father and his brother started the most destructive and dangerous one years back. The pity is that the start the gang as a joke but soon after a new gang formed following the 18 year old's footsteps. My relatives were furious, not because someone had liked their idea and copied it, but because the ganged that was formed by the other teens was just as dangerous as they were. After that it was like being inside of West Side Story, well in a way at least. There was no prejudice or racial discrimination between the groups and we didn't live in New York. There was no 'sharks' and no 'jets'. It wasn't like The Outsiders either, there were no 'socs' and no economical dramas. It was just full out hatred for no apparent reason. There was most definitely violence, alot of deaths, and human sacrifices were often made. My fathers gang, the scorpions, was handed over to my uncle once I was born. Both gangs, the scorpion's and the piranha's, were keeping quiet until my dad's very recent and unfortunately death. My uncle had texted me to warn me about the sudden outrage and wanted me to keep off the streets as much as possible, I guess we can't get everything we want.

"Well, considering that I just met you, I am not one to judge your brain power."

"Why did you mention the gangs?" I asked with curiosity dripping in my voice.

"Nothing, It doesn't matter. It's getting late, you should be off the street." That rat! I don't know him, he should not be telling me what to do and when to do it! I did have to meet with the women who were involved in a section of my family's gang. I was the leader of the women's gang, we called ourselves the Kittens because we were often sex toys towards the men in the gang. Not me though, I had never done anything like that considering it would be disrespectful towards my family. We would hold our meeting at 12 a.m. in an abandoned warehouse not to far from here, but it was most definitely not in walking distance.

"What time do you consider late?"

"I consider 3 a.m. late but for a sweet Innocent girl like you I would consider 11:45 late, we have been talking for quite a while, and I figure it is pasted your curfew."

"11:45? Sh*t! I need to go!" I quickly picked up my ruined duffel bag and started to dash away when his strong hand grasped my fragile less muscular arm. I was whipped around forcefully causing tingles of pain  to shot throughout my arm. His intense eyes locked into mine before he decided that he was taking me where ever I needed to go. I tried to argue but knew I couldn't let the girls down and be late to another meeting again. His car had to be the most expensive in the lot, a turbo charged Ferrari in its gleaming glory. It was bright yellow and sported shining platium rims. Where on earth did this guy get the money for such a nice car? Of course I had a Ferrari but my family was the richest in our town. The leather seats were so clean that the sparkled like diamonds in the moonlight. I gave him the address of the warehouse and we drove in silence. Because of his speeding we reached our destination in no time. I thanked hin breifly, not caring if i would ever see him again.

"JUILE! Why are you always late!?" Always late? I wasn't late this time! I was 5 mintues early in fact. Lori had always hated me though, she was my mothers other daughter. She was the one that came from an affair, yet she was still pissed that I had my own ladies gang. Why didn't she start her own? Im not sure, she must've known i'd hate her joining my own more than fitting her off daily. She was the one that gave us our notorious name as the Kittens. At first we were just known as the Women in Black but after she got involved with a hand full of our gang members people started calling us the Kittens, and the name just stuck.

"Ignore Lori. We have a major issue."