The High School Hitlist

Chapter: 1

Third person p.o.v

The new girl walked into the gym, scared and shy. She was openly asking to be picked on. She set down her things and began changing when a group of girls advanced on her, like a volt of vultures closing in on their prey.

"Oh look what we have here. Another ratchet-looking, nail-biting scaredy cat. Fresh meat if you ask me." A girl snickered. She had dark brown hair and dark ocean blue eyes. The girls in her little V shaped clique sneered while everyone else in the locker room shot her sympathetic looks; one girl in particular glared at the leader.

"What's your name newbie?" the girl asked tossing her hair over her shoulder. "H-Harley," she stuttered. "A name as ugly as you. I'm Scarlet by the way." She began circling the newly identified Harley. "Ratty hair...." She tugged the blue locks. "Hobo looking clothes," Scarlet pulled on her left sleeve, exposing a weird shaped birth mark. Four gasps sounded through the locker room.

"Leave her alone, Scarlet!" the glaring girl said. "Or what?" Scarlet shrieked; turning around, her face falling as her eyes landed on the other girl. "Oh sorry, Kaamilah." According to the look on Scarlet's face Kaamilah was not someone to mess with. 'Dually noted' thought Harley.

"Hey, Harley. I'm Kaamilah." She said. Although she wasn't smiling she looked at Harley with awe her voice dropped to a whisper, "meet me after school in the car park. Sit with us at lunch as well."

Harley was in for quite the ride.

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Kaamilah's p.o.v

"Hey fuckface," I yelled at my boyfriend, Umar "why don't you attack that new girl Harley." I whisper with a smirk. "yup sure. That's going to be a piece of cake," We are psychopaths. "Speaking of cake," he whispers seductively "You. Me. My house. Tonight."

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"There she is, walking alone." I say. He smirks and goes into predatory mode, walking over to her. Since the parking lot is empty he is able to go full into killer mode.

He goes up to her and trips her- usual bully shit (cue my eye roll)- throws her open bag onto the floor sending her stuff flying. I'm tempted to help one of them; but this is a test. For both of them. I watch her sit on the floor still processing what had just happened. She stood up with fear, a hint of predator lurking in her eyes. I could tell that she was the one.

He doesn't like failing an easy attack; especially one on a girl. He is one of the easiest dudes to beat in combat. I just go easy on the poor shit. He always thinks he is in control, but if he could for once see past the tip of his nose then he would realize that almost any girl can beat the crap out of him. He is hopeless, I'm kind of getting bored of him; I might dump him soon, literally in the dump as well.

Nothing in front of me is progressing. Umar standing there his fists balled up in front of him, while circling Harley like a lion does before going in for the kill; but Harley just stands there, arms at her sides, fear in her eyes still waiting to see if he will throw a punch at her. She had all the qualities we needed in our new leader.

Her knife was almost out of sight, hidden in her boot. 'Cliche', I thought. Inwardly rolling my eyes. As usual Umar threw the first punch, hitting Harley square in the face.

She stumbled back, a bit dumbfounded. 'She didn't expect that' I thought. She wiped the blood now dripping from her mouth with the back of her hand, stood up and kneed him in the groin. Ouch; I laugh. She took her lipstick; nope that was a Taser and zapped him in the groin. Again; wow this girl is on a roll. She knows a boys' weak spot. Now we won't be having our session later tonight, but it was worth it. This was honestly the funniest fight I've watched.

I walked out of the shadows, smirking. I walked over to Harley and nodded at her to finish up what she had started, so she beat him unconscious. "Well done, Harley. you've passed the initiation and the first test; now all we need to do is see if we are able to trust you." I told her. "Excuse me, but may I ask what test and initiation you are talking about?" she said sounding puzzled. Oh crap; now I need to explain and I don't like explaining to people. Actually, I don't like people, period. "You are Harley Richards, right?" I sighed "from Manchester?". 

"Yeah." She said. "Follow these directions and meet me there in an hour. We will discuss this there," I said "oh, and dump him somewhere before he wakes up."

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