A boy named Blaze

Chapter 42

Tara

I sighed, a yawn escaping my lips. Damn, what time is it? I glanced at the clock and it was around four o'clock. My mom came home at two thirty and demanded answers, which a gave her, sparing her details. I said the same thing to her as the police, its not like shes gonna know the difference. She wasn't thrilled with me yet I guess she couldn't get that mad considering I'm not hurt, I saved Angela, and that's me. Im not allowed to go out for awhile, yet that's okay, I'm not planning on going anywhere. Well maybe to poker yet nothing can stop me from going, I need to see my guys.

My mom was now in the kitchen, working on dinner. We were having chicken and vegetables. I stretched out on the couch and grabbed the remote, flicking through the channels trying to find something to watch. The "Cake Boss, Next Great Baker" was on and so I left it, not really paying attention just kinda hungry. The show really wasn't helping and my stomach grumbled. I cant believe it was only four, it seemed way later. My phone rang and I frowned at it, wondering who would call me. I grabbed it and looked at the called idea, it was Blaze. I rolled my eyes, "hello." I could tell he was smiling, "you going to poker?" I yawned, "I dont think so but I will tomorrow." I could tell he was a little relieved, "ya that's perfect, kay night." We both needed some sleep, "bye," I said." I heard him hang up and pressed the end button before throwing my phone on the coffee table.

I dont think we are going to be going to school tomorrow again. Its not like they are gonna get suspects and shit from the crime scene because we killed them, well most of them. We are gonna kill Bry and the leader guy to. I promised myself we will kill them all, yet I don't know I should bring the boys into this. They stay out of the spotlight, where it is the safest. Blaze used to be there before me, now me and Blaze people after us. I guess we should never feel safe. Yet I don't care right now, I was safe in my house. They know my school but who cares, Im not gonna be there for a little. Even if I was they wont send someone for awhile, they have to get more men.

That is what I would have done at least, I wouldn't be stupid and attack with little men. I wonder if they will have police around the school for awhile, and when it opens. That poor teacher, we will have something for him. Remind me to go to it, he died because of me and that's not cool. Not that I might killing people but bad people and that teacher has never done anything, he didn't deserve to die and he should have lived for awhile longer. At least I could save Angela, I wonder if she will still be bitchy. Maybe will ignore me, be scared of me, I don't think we could be friends.

My arm was stinging a little from where I got shot yet that's normal, I mean I got shot and all. I closed my eyes and thought, knowing I cant go to sleep till after dinner. I don't know why I am tired, I didn't go to bed overly late and didn't wake up super early, I guess I just need sleep. Tomorrow instead of school I'm going to the gym to work out again, I need to get even more in shape. Hell I need to go back to the fighting ring, kick some more ass. People may have been starting to forget who kicks ass around here. Yet I guess it doesn't matter if I moved away, people will become best and take my spot in a heart beat. Like that Dagger dude that the guys talked about and now I guess Blaze. I wonder why Blake never went fighting for first place, guess he didn't really care.

My mom called me for dinner and I yawned, rolling off the couch. I landed on the floor with an "ugh," and slowly pulled myself to my feet. Walking into the kitchen like a zombie I started to smell the smell of the spices and licked my lips. My stomach growled again and my mom shook her head while laughing. "Hello there sleepy," she commented, sounded amused. "Hello," I mumbled while slumbering into my seat. She brought our food over and a smile came over my mouth as I looked at the chicken goodness on the plate in front of me. Grabbing my knife and fork I dug into my meal, savoring the taste as a content moan escaped. "Sounds like you like it," my mom commented while laughing. I nodded, "yep."