The End TGGBB Fan Fic

Chapter 3

A blur of light filled my vision as my eyes fluttered open. My head felt as if a robot was walking, stomping more like, in the background. I gave a soft groan, resting my hand on my head and gripping her hair.

Then, I realized, I was on something soft. With a nice, fluffy blanket. I shot up, my eyes widening and my head ache soon became worse, but I ignored it. I have never spent the night at a clients house, it's against my rules, plus this wasn't where I was last night so what the hell?

Then, I heard the door start to open. "Hey Ace." A spunky voice said as he popped his head around the door. His dirty blond hair was what I saw first, then his mischievous green eyes. "You're awake! Sweet. Anyway, what's up?" he questioned.

"What?" I said and rubbed my temples "Jordan..." I trailed a bit. "Where am I? And what happened?" I asked him, looking up. I somewhat remembered, after seeing him that is. I had a panic attack probably, but I wanted to know what happened after that.

"Oh, well, you had like an attack thing, a panic I think and passed out. Bennet said just bring ya here, so we did." he said.

"Where exactly is here?" I questioned, looking at my clothing, which was what I had on yesterday.

"His house." he stated simply. I could hear footsteps coming down the hallway, and voices and sighed, standing up. That, defiantly, did not help my head ache. "Listen, I should leave." I said, leaning down and grabbing my shoes I assume one of them took off.

"You should eat." a voice said, causing me to look up, seeing a guy in a black hoodie with black hair and ice blue eyes, and it was none other than Bennet.

I barely eat, seriously. I eat lunch, and unless the guy who buys me for a certain amount of time takes me to dinner, I don't eat anything but the school lunch. And the men usually just want sex, but my work doesn't just stop there.

I looked down at my feet, tapping my foot I give a sigh. I don't need to be a burden. If I eat, I'll owe them something and I already do for them helping me. I look around the room, then at him. "I don't think-" he cut me off before I could even finish.

"We want to talk to you anyway, plus you seem pretty thin." Bennet said. "Come on. I cooked." he said and turned around, the slouched male headed downstairs. I looked at Jordan. He shrugged.

"On the bright side, he makes really good food." he stated with a smile. "Now come on." he said as he grabbed my hand, dragging my to the door. The only problem was, I had been putting my shoes on when Bennet walked in, so I was in one high heel.

"Jordan. Jordan. Damn it, let go." I said, as I almost fell while he drags me. I roll my eyes and pull my hand back, holding onto his wrist as I do so, causing him to stumble a bit, and I look him in the eyes. "I do not like being drug around, I can take care of myself. Plus, one of my shoes are on my foot, and I almost fell." I sad and took it off.

"Sorry." He said, he seemed a bit surprised and I smirked. "What? Surprised I can handle myself?" I questioned and he shook his head, his face turning back to his mischievous look. "Nope. Now come on Ace." he stated and I nodded following after them. I honestly, was not excited for the talk Bennet had spoken about.

I followed Jordan to the table where everyone was sat and I gave an uncomfortable look, crossing my arms across my chest, pulling a seat out with my foot and sitting down once everyone else was sitting. I looked at Declan, his muscles seemed tense, and his arms were crossed like mine, both of us glaring. I assume, right now, we look a bit alike.

Across the table was bacon, pancakes, peanut butter, syrup, and eggs. Jordan started to dig in, soon after Declan. Then Bennet. I waited until they were done and got some for myself.

"So, what did y'all wanna talk about?" I questioned. They all looked at each other and I tapped my foot. They each had a juice in front of them. I had some strawberry milk in front of me, considering they had the syrup I decided to have that.

"Well, Ace." Bennett says "Honestly, we've heard a bit about you." one says. I smirk and nod my head. "Yeah, I'm pretty well known in some areas. So are you guys, after all, you're the three musketeers." I state, resting my chin on my hand and tilting my head, looking at the three.

"Well, Ace. First we know, you're name is really Alicianna." Jordan states. I nod "And your real name is Jordan. Anything else? Because I mean, you just have to look in the school records and find that, really easy." I said.

"You have a brother." Bennet says. "In the hospital with cancer. Your parents are gone, out of the picture, and you are homeless who is well, a prostitute." he states. I glare at him.

"You do know a lot. Which, honestly, I hate more than anything, considering I know little of you three other than you guys hate the group called Lost Boys." I said and giggled a bit. "Listen, unless you wanna pay me for more time, I should be leaving." I stated and started to stand, but then, I saw a card on the seat. An Ace of spades. I look at the group and pick it up, a wad of money was attached to it and I counted it.

"5 thousand." I mutter and read the card. All it said was stay, as if they knew I would leave. I guess that's not to surprising, I guess. I sigh a bit, and sit back down.

"You have 4 hours." I state. "And twenty minutes." I say. "What do you want me to do? The card doesn't give much info." I said. They gave me my favorite card, and in return, I gave them 20 extra minutes which is pretty nice of me.

"Just spend time with us. Don't worry, we won't ask for anything." Declan said. "Plus, I don't think I'd want anything from you. All you could give me is an STD." He said and I glared at him. "Listen Buck-o. I have no problem returning this money and leaving, I can easily find jobs, speaking of which, their are some that want me to find out about you three so play nice." I said. He raised an eyebrow.

"Who?" he says.

"Even though I'm yours, for four hours and 18 minutes, I can not tell you that information. Think of me like a therapist, everything is confidential." I say to him. He sighs and stands.

"I told you guys this was a bad idea." He said.

"I don't think so." Jordan says. "Because, we still have one deal to make. I mean, if she signs it, she can't take up those contracts to hurt us right?" He says, setting a contract infront of me, named, "The Breakfast Club".

Really?

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Hey y'all. Honestly, I kinda feel like this was just a filler chapter. Anyway, it's about to get pretty good. I'll bring Naomi in pretty soon don't worry. This is like, right before the Starbucks contract so I mean, yeah. Anyway, just wait. Sorry for how long it took me to update.