Gang War Fighters

Chapter 5: Happy Birthday

Hope POV June 9th

I didn't have to react before Matt had John my his collar, pinning him to the wall. Chris and Adrian immediately get up. "I wouldn't do that if I were you guys," his voice low. "I fucking love you all but John needs to fucking learn that he can't disrespect Ryan like he did." It happened fast and without warning, Matt slammed John to the floor. They wrestled, trying to see who could who down first. I was terrified to say the least, Chris pulled me far away from them.

Matt won and landed two good punches on him before I could react. "Matt! That's enough!" I order. He gets up dusting himself off, he sticks his hand out for John. John sighs but takes it. Matt, helped him up only to pull him towards his chest, I could see him whispering something into his ear. John looked down and nodded.

Matt turned to look at me and gave me his infamous "got caught" smile. I rolled my eyes. I was about to ask if he wanted to go out for breakfast, when his phone started ringing. His eyes widen, I walk towards him to see. Fear and anger hit me like a bullet train, I looked up at him to see him with an expression void of emotion.

"Yes, father," he answers. I hear some muffled voices but I don't actually catch any of the words. "Yes father, I'll go down tomorrow... Thank you, goodbye." He sighs deeply in relief. He turns to me and smiles warily. "I have the day off, wanna go have breakfast somewhere else and look for... what I told you about yesterday?" I nod, "Yeah sure. Are you going to head back to your hotel?" He nods, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I need to check on Jack, he got wasted and crashed at my place to avoid dad," he groaned. I rolled my eyes, "Give me 15 minutes to get ready and I'll go with you." I hear a cough making me glare at the guys. "What about us? What are we supposed to do?" Adrian whined. I rolled my eyes. "Go back to HQ and see what's on the schedule, text me if I actually have to do anything," I shrugged. He pouted in response.

I start walking back upstairs towards my room Matt following close behind me. He grabs one of my books from my bookshelf and starts reading on my hammock. "Is there anything you have in mind?" I could see him shrug from the corner of my eye. I start grabbing my clothes.

"No clue, I just need to have plenty of space- oh and a big yard," he adds. I roll my eyes, "Wow, so specific." I feel a pillow hit my back.

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I shower and change into some cuffed jeans that I bought a while ago. I pull on a white tank top and then a light grey sweatshirt on top. I open the door as I dry my hair. Matt looks up from his book and stares into my eyes, "That was more than 15 minutes." I throw my wet towel at him. Jackass.

We go back downstairs, the guys watching The Fault in Our Stars. "Fucking weirdos," I grumble. I grab the keys to my bike and walk out. Not before the guys yelled, "Love you!", in unison. My eyes widened as a car was parked in front of my house. "It's okay, I asked Manny to bring out over," Matt yawned. "Can I drive?" I ask as I admired the beautiful sports car. He scoffed, "No. This is a rental, I stole it from Dad's collection. So don't touch anything." I cringe.

We stayed quiet the whole ride to the Hotel he was staying at. Jack was knocked out on the floor so we put him on a bed. I waited for Matt at the cafe on the first level. "E-excuse me?" I turn to see a sweet girl maybe a year or two younger than me. "Me and my friend were sitting in the corner over there but I couldn't help but notice you here. I thought you looked really pretty and I was wondering i-if I could have your number?" she stuttered.

My heart shattered. If only I liked girls. She seemed so sweet, it even reflected on her wardrobe. A navy blue plaid skirt with a baby blue knit sweater. She has cute little glasses and adorable freckles that were actually natural. "Sorry, sweety I'm not into girls," I wince. Her face falls as it turns bright red. "But! That chic at the bar is. She's an old friend of mine, you should ask her. I-if she's to your liking," I stutter.