The girl in the back

Standing Up

**Leah's POV**

I can't believe my stupidity right now, why the hell did I just agree to this? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Now I need to get away from him for a moment to text Alex, which will definitely be blowing up my phone in 3. 2. 1.  *Ding* Surprise. 

'Yooooooo Bitch! whats up my ginger ringer?'

I look up to see Hunter walking by my side and leaning down to look at my phone; shit. "You can text whoever that is, I never said you couldn't," oh that prick. "I'm well aware of the terms but I really wish you'd respect my privacy," I drawl out the last word, "please?" I swear something flashed in his eyes. Nah, over analyzing again. I look back at my phone again.

'for once I don't need your company for lunch, I'll give you info latter, k?'

"Ooo somebody got a somebody?'

'Shut your trap gay boy'

'Harsh much. Who got your panties in a twist?'

'Bye gay boy'

'Bye ginger ringer. you better tell me everything after or I will tell your cousin.' A shiver ran down my spine at the mention of Xander. He's a gang leader, Alex is the only person I told, my family doesn't even know. Honestly, I wish I didn't know.

'Fine, I will just don't say shit'

"Who's your cousin?" Shit. This won't be good. I freeze in my steps and he looks down at me with interest evident in his eyes. I scratch the back of my neck, uneasy.

"Um, that's hard to answer actually," deep breaths, deep breaths. "I can't tell you." I turn away and start walking to the cafeteria. Keeping my head down I turn the corner, right into one of the Bitches that ruined my life.

"Excuse me! Did you just touch me?!" her shrill voice cuts into my ears and sends a shiver down my spine, I'm so DEAD "Maybe it's time you learn another lesson," her mouth contorts into a parody of a smile, "Whore,"  a large, and warm, hand clamps onto my shoulder causing my gaze to go up.

"That's enough Teresa, leave her the fuck alone," Hunter says with steal in his tone. But why? He doesn't care for his whores, I thought he wanted me to be another one of them. This has to be some kind of trick, right?

"Oh, that's the trash's name? I guess that's something we share then," she turns back to her gaggle and giggles to them behind her hand. And she calls me a whore?

"You know that's not her name, unless you think it's funny not to know your victim's name?" he raises his eye brows then returns my gaze. "C'mon Leah, why don't we eat out instead, then these," I can tell he's struggling to be nice, "people, can't follow us." I gratefully nod my head and follow him to the double doors.

We walk to the front and I see the death trap, in other words, a motorcycle. I may have a bad-ass cousin that does this all the time, but I hate it. I'll work on it, but I hate riding them thanks to the stupid tricks he does when I'm on it. I stand rooted to the spot wile Hunter straddles it, waiting for me.

"So, are you going to hop on, or do I need to drag you over here?" he says with a cocky smile. Prick. I huff but throw my leg over. "Hold on tight princess, I don't want you falling off." I salute him with one hand wile I hold on tight with the other.