Criminal Mind | Luke Hemmings FF

Criminal Mind | Chapter 2

_Jordan_

Entering the school, I saw the unexpected person.

The Herrera Crew.

There they are, standing in front of me. Had their arms crossed and had their nose in the air.

"What do y'all want, punks?" I said, gulping on my water. The leader, McCoy Finnegan, made his way on me. My eyebrows knitted. "What do you want, punk?"

McCoy smirked, dropping his arms on his sides. "You know, Mist, there's something mysterious about you. And, I just found out that you fit perfectly at my crew."

"You know what?" I said, smiling at me. "I don't give a single fuck on your crew. Just get lost, Finnegan!"

"Mist, Mist, Mist," McCoy said, circling around me. Everyone surrounded us. Including that blonde kid, Luke. "I know you want to be in our crew.."

"Hella no," I grunted, balling my fist. I looked down, having my bangs cover my, now, pinkish-reddish face.

"I know you wa--"

I cut him off by punching his face. I grabbed his collar, and yelled, "I SAID NO! WHAT PART OF 'NO' DON'T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!"

"Oh yeah, you don't understand everything," I added. "Especially english."

He swung his fist, me missing it. I grabbed his arm, twisted it slightly, and pulled it on the floor. "You can't live without this stupid crew. Or anything. Or everything. Or everywhere."

"Jordan!" a boy's voice yelled through the crowd. I stopped, still gripping Finnegan's arm. "Jordan, Jordan, stop!"

It was Luke. My eyebrows knitted together, again. "You have no right to stop me, Hemmings."

"Unless you change," he added, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the crowd. "You fight, eh?"

"Yeah. But I don't get to fight. Just fight with McCoy Finnegan," I replied, shoving my hands under my shirt.

"Who is he, anyway?"

"The leader of The Herrera Crew. I don't know where they got Herrera from. His group contains lots of people. Girl, boy, gay, bi, lesbi, homo, and every kind of people you can find."

"Are you in that group?" he asked, fixing his quiff that's higher than the Empire State Building.

"No," I said. "I used to."

"You quitted?"

I nodded my head. "It's too much pressure. You need to do whatever that bitch say."

"Who is that?"

"McCoy Finnegan."

We continued to talk, when a clique blocked our way.

Marcipians Justice.

"Mist!" Mary yelled. She's the leader of Marcipians Justice. Probably the sluttiest kid in my school. "Stay away from him!"

"Well, I'm sorry."

I have a plan. I'll pretend that he's my boyfriend, and she can leave us alone. I grabbed his hand, and intertwined it with mine. "What did you say? Sorry, can't hear you."

She marched towards us, and grabbed Luke's arm. "He's mine."

I gave Luke a Tell-Her-You're-My-Boyfriend look. Luke gulped, and faced Mary. "Sorry, um, I'm taken by uh, Jordan."

"What?!" Mary stomped her feet. "THIS ISN'T FAIR!"

"Being with every guy that girls' like and love is not fair," I gritted. "You little bitch better stop or I'll tell your father what're you doing during school. Well, probably hooking up, cutting school, always chat instead of studying."

"Well, I'm not Hermione Granger!"

"You aren't because you never saw her. All you saw was those bitchy movies."

She frowned, and swung her hand in the air. I blocked by sticking my hand on her hand. "You better not hurt people while people are telling the truth."