Nat
I was ready to slap Mason across the face for trying to wedge Neil away from the gang. And himself. But, Neil beat me to it by punching him in the face. Mason flops backwards, knocked out. Hunter and Aaron gasp.
"What the heck Neil?!" Growls Hunter, obviously shocked and not knowing what that dick did.
"Well that little dick tried to wedge us all apart!" I yell.
Aaron inches to Mason, and without hesitating he turns around and sits on Mason's stomach. Mason lets out a moan in his sleep. We all laugh.
"Time to take out the trash." Hunter smirks.
Everyone takes one to Mason's limbs and we all carry him to the dumpster. We throw him into the pile of junk and worthlessness. I thumb through his money and leave him a dollar.
"Sleep well." I snicker.
We return to the city. We bump into my. Ahem. "Mom."
"JUDY!" She stomps up to me and punches me in the face. I black out.
Neil
"NAT!!" I scream. I run to her "mom" and slap her. With Nat unconscious, god knows what would happen to her if we didn't help her wake up. But anyway, her mom kicks me down and starts to pull Nat away. I side kick her and she falls. Hunter and Aaron swooped in and pinned up her arms. I remove her head-cover and scream, "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US!?"
She was silent. Very. Then she springs up and pins me down. Hunter and Aaron come in to help but she shakes them off. I easily slip out of her grasp because after all. I am like Hoodinie's son. And nab her hood. She chokes, and I tweek her muscles ever so slightly so she passes out. We all remain silent while catching our breaths.
Nat props herself up on one elbow, still half unconscious and rubs her head, disoriented. I walk over and hug her. Tearing up as I was, I didn't need her thinking I was a wimp. Aaron and Hunter smirk and come in with a group hug. We all knock over and laugh.
"I'm fine. I'm fine. Guys get off me!" She laughs. "But.. My head does hurt because that bitch punched me in the FACE."
She lunges to her "mom" to screw her up but we keep her back. Obviously wanting nature to kill her then Nat's fists. Nature is slower.
"Nat no." I say, pushing her back.
She hisses at the woman and hocks up a spit ball. She spits and it lands on the woman's shoe. Then I get an idea.
"One dollar if you touch the spit Hunter." I snicker.
"Gross Neil!" Laughs Nat.
Hunter takes the money and touches it. We all go ballistic in laughter.
YOU ARE READING
Trouble Makers
ActionI wrote this story when I was in elementary school. I won't be taking it down because it took me a lot of time and effort to write and it was the beginning of making long stories for me. It is *heavily* inspired by Maximum Ride by James Patterson.
