The End TGGBB Fan Fic

Chapter 4

"The Breakfast Club contract? Isn't that a movie?" I stated, raising an eyebrow and the males looked at each other, Jordan gave a smile as he nodded his head. I gave a small sigh and shook my head.

"Alright. Fine." I stated, resting my chin on my fist, looking at the three, then at the paper, starting to read through it.

"The Breakfast Club Contract"

The breakfast club contract is a contract assigned to Alicianna Mari Wilen, given by The Three Musketeers..."

And that's how it started, I'm not going to go on and on about what it is talking about, just the important parts that they made sure I read.

"Alright. So, I have a question about section 3 paragraph two, line 9. Anyway, it says 'She must quit her job' listen boys, I really can't do that." I stated, pushing the paper to the three boys, shrugging my shoulders. "No matter what, can't do that so you'll have to deal with it." I told the group. They all sighed in unison, as if they were disappointed in me. I don't know why, but at that, I looked at my feet, not wanting to look at them.

"Well...if we change it to you quit your job with in a year, will you sign it?" he asked and I thought about it.

With in a year, they say my brother should be out of the hospital, or dead so either way, I don't need it right? He'll either be fine, or gone, and if he's gone, I don't wanna think about that. I close my eyes and sigh, just like they did.

"Fine." I tell the group, but I may not be able to keep it, I mean, if my brother gets out, how else will I make money? "Alright, if you change it to that, I will sign it, but if things don't work out, contracts off." I tell  them. The group nods and Jordan grabs the paper, running off with it. I brush back the white strands of hair, looking between the group and give a flat line smile.

"Why do you do your job anyway?" Bennett asked my. I raise an eyebrow. "It's fun." I lie to him. I hate my job, with a passion. But it's fun to see my brother feeling better. It fills me with warmth. I sigh, thinking about my brother I reach into my pocket, pulling out my phone, checking the time, then put it back, and as I do so, Jordan pops back in, holding a paper and setting the sheets in front of me. I go back to the part, and he had fixed it.

"Alright. And, for this, y'all will help me at school, with the dumbasses, and on the streets...listen, I can take care of myself alright? But thanks. And all I have to do is be your friend and help you with the gang? Like, and unknown member?" I asked giving a smirk. They all give a nod of their head. I brush my hair back and nod. "Alright, but keep in mind...I'm in a gang right now, they don't mess with you guys, y'all haven't spiked their interest and you won't but... I'll be a part of it. I'm good at a lot of things." I say to them and finish eating, going to the kitchen I clean my plate, and walk back in, sitting down I grab a pen and sign it.

"Well guys, don't screw me over alright?" I stated and winked at them. They nod their head and I check my phone again. They still had three hours, but I wanted to visit my brother. "Well..." I mutter "What do you guys wanna do? You still have three hours." I tell them. They look at each other. "Well, what do you like to do?" They ask and I shrug my shoulders.

"Do you like movies?" Jordan asked. I thought to the last time I saw a movie. It was the last time my brother was out of the hospital, one of the short amount of times he was feeling well enough, and was healthy enough to go out, so I took him out for a fun day to the movies. The two of us watched a Disney film called Tangled, and we laughed. After that, he had me buy him a frying pan, so he could protect me like I do to him.

"Yeah." I say with a nod. "But it's been a while since the last time I've been to the movies." I tell them. "Well, lets go." Bennet says as he stands up, heading to the front door. I rest my head against my fist, tapping my foot.

"Can I take a shower? And get dressed?" I asked. I had an extra outfit in my bag but it's one of my work outfits. Usually, I go steal from a convince store, but right now...I don't know.

"Yeah, upstairs. On your left." Bennett says. I nod, stand up and leave, heading upstairs and grabbing my bag, heading into the large bathroom, jumping into the shower.

I take a fast one, not wanting to take to long, washing my pale body, and jumping out, drying off with a towel, and opening my bag.

The outfit I had was a black crop top, with a pair of skin tight black pants, with a lacy bra with the heels I had on earlier. Crap, not what I wanted to wear honestly, but it's what I had. I quickly dress myself, looking at my pale body against the dark clothing and put on red lipstick, a signature of mine, and my shadowy eye shadow, brushing my hair and grab my bag, going and putting my heels on and heading downstairs the group stares at me.

I could feel the heat build up in my cheeks as I look around at them, offering a small smile. "All I had, sorry." I tell them. "We can go buy you some clothes." he says and I shake my head.

"No." I state "I'll get myself some clothing at a later date." I say to them. "Well." Bennet says "I basically own you for about two and a half hours, so technically I can take you and get you clothes." He says "Weather you want to or not, correct?" he says and I huff, rolling my eyes.

"Well...yeah." I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest. "But seriously, I'd rather you not. I hate people spending money on me." I tell him. He furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head. "To bad, come on." he said and walked out off. I rolled my eyes, muttering some unkind words under my breath and follow him. Declan was behind me, Jordan followed after Bennet.

"Stop complaining." Jordan said as we walked threw the isles of clothing. They wanted to take me to the mall, or something, but I insisted on the thrift shop, and I was trying to say I dislike, or lied, saying they didn't fit, as much as possible, but it's not like their stupid, especially Bennet, who some way, could tell I was lying.

In the end, we ended up with 5 pairs of pants, and 8 pairs of shirts. "Thanks." I muttered, looking at my feet as I held the bag.

Oh, and one dress. It was, nice. I really liked it honestly, but I didn't want them to buy it because it makes me feel awkward and bad when it's guys like them. Guys who are the ones who use me for sex, I don't care, I'll make them go bankrupt, but them it was different.

"Well come on, to the movies!" they chanted, and off we went, heading to the damned movies. With how loud these guys are, I'll be surprised if they can stay quiet during it.