The Gangleader and Me |✔|

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Chapter Seven

Pathetic, who?

Ashley POV

"Hey, Mason." I called him in the school hallway. He turned around, scanning the crowd until his eyes found me.

He smiled as I walked toward him. "Ashley, what's up?" He asked while we both stepped aside to the lockers, letting more students pass by.

"Classes, duh." I sighed, spreading my hands to the sides.

He chuckled, leaning against the nearest locker, "So, what can I do for you?"

"I'm looking for Tyson." I scanned the halls until my eyes landed on a familiar face across the hallway; the redhead creep named Ivan. He was munching on a donut, his gaze fixed on me. As he strolled away, he shot me a salute.

Is that dude stalking me?

"He should be at his locker by now." Mason caught my attention as he looked down the hall, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Making out with some random girl, again?" I assumed holding onto the straps of my bag from my shoulders.

"Probably." He shrugged. "But why are you looking for him?" He asked, curiosity in his eyes.

"I wanted to return his phone." I explained, slowly moving away as he narrowed his eyes.

"How did you get his phone in the first place?" He questioned, watching me leave.

"It's a funny story." I admitted with a shrug of my shoulders and he stared at me.

He quietly scratched the back of his head. "Yeah..." I trailed off awkwardly as I turned down the hallway.

Then, I spotted Tyson standing by his locker and of course, he wasn't alone.

I exhaled deeply.

"Tyson." I called his name to get his attention. The girl he was with, pulled away from him, turning to me.

"What do you want?" She harshly demanded.

"I was talking to him." I said, locking gaze with Tyson, who seemed nonchalant about my presence, remaining silent.

"Not you." I added, glancing at the girl. She gasped in offense.

"Bitch, we are obviously busy, so move along." She raised her voice, shoving my shoulder before locking lips with Tyson again.

I chuckled to myself, taking a step back.

When I looked at them again, Tyson's lips were still locked with hers, but his gaze was now fixed on me.

I poked the girl on the shoulder and she broke the kiss with a sigh, slowly turning to look at me again.

"What?" She asked, running a hand through her hair and staring at me.

"I still need to talk to him." I told her. She screeched loudly, making me realize there were a lot of birds in this school.

"Listen up, you pathetic child." She spat, stepping forward. "Get out of my face before I slap you." She threatened, pointing a finger in my face.

I stood my ground, noting her long nails compared to my short, black-painted ones.

"Slap me, I dare you." I chuckled, staring at her forehead. She silently stared back before taking a step back.

"Tyson?" She turned her attention to him. He stood there, arms crossed, watching us in silence.

"And you called me a pathetic child." I scoffed, staring her down. She rolled her eyes and started to walk away.