Deadly 7 (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 8

"A strong person is not the one who doesn't cry. A strong person is the one who cries and sheds tears for a moment, then gets up and fights again."

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"Can I go to school?" I asked Lucifer one morning. He was dripping in sweat and glanced over at me.

"School?" He asked taking some water out of the fridge. Only in basketball shorts gave me a nice view of his muscular body.

"Yeah. I'm getting dumber by the second." I said trying to crack a joke but was half serious, yesterday I forgot how to spell because.

Because.

"I mean, is there another reason you'd like to go to school?" He asked walking up the stairs and into his room. I stood by the doorway trying to think of an answer.

"Just that I want to go. I don't have a girlfriend there if that's what you're asking." I said peeking in. Lucifer came by the door and leaned on it, studying me intensely.

My body felt like jell-O under his stare, I couldn't help but fluster and looked anywhere but him.

"I'll think about it. Give me a minute." Lucifer said grabbing my arm, taking me into the room.

I looked around and saw a pretty simple bed room. It was way bigger than the room I'm staying in and that room is huge compared to my room at home.

"So." I trailed off and noticed he had a king sized bed in the corner, a desk with a few loose pieces of paper and a normal chair. Then he had a nice walk in closet and a couch that faced a small tv. Then a small bathroom looking around, the shower was on.

The only personal item he had was a picture of all his brothers, it looked like they were in their teens, Trey must of been around 10 then. They were all covered in paint and held guns. Paint ball! I wonder who took the picture.

"My parents took us paint balling that day." Lucifer said, I looked over at him as he came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

"I've never been paint balling." I said sitting on his bed, still looking at the photo. They all seemed so happy, even Lucifer, he must of been 17 around that time.

There was a miniature Matthew who had an angry but happy expression on his face, he had the most amount of paint on his body.

"It was fun." He said pulling on some clothes. I gulped and glanced over at him.

"Are you still allowed to go?" I asked not sure how to ask if we can go one day if he was up for it.

"Allowed? You mean if I'll like to go?" He asked looking over at me. I nodded my head. "Well Leo, I'd like to go but I'm to busy."

"Busy?" I asked looking outside at the snowy grounds. Even his curtains were black.

"Yeah. I have a job you know." He said with a slight laugh.

"What do you do?" I asked, this whole time I thought he just ran the gang.

"I work odd jobs like tonight. Ace works as you could guess, an escort. Then Matthew works as a boxing instructor. Aristotle and Cameron work at fast foods. Jesus gets his money by stealing and then Trey doesn't work but does sports and tutors." Lucifer said counting off his fingers for each of his brothers. "Then the random people in the gang work with the drugs and stuff. We only dabble in when we need to, acting as loan sharks and all that."

Drugs? Wow. "I use to work at Dairy Queen. But then they fired me for purposely messing up an order and then eating it in the back during breaks."