I Can Never Be His {BoyxBoy} (Don't read Undergoing Major Work)

Chapter 4 *Icing Is A Pain*

Back to Vixan's p.o.v. and this chapter...well you can go ahead and read. If you dare. O.o

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"Char. you know what to do as punishment", authority leaked out of my voice. He sighed and breathed into the crook of my neck longingly, before he released me with a mischevious giggle escaping his now parted lips. He flipped his hair back and skipped off towards who knows where. Yeah, right!

My lips curved upwards on the left side allowing my most viscious smirk to be visibly shown. In front of the eight of us and not even ten feet away is an orange hand-made construction fence built around these tall weeds. Trying to keep us out now, aren't they? One of the signs confirmed my observation saying "Trespassers will be prosecuted beyond this point". I clutched onto my gut with my left arm and laughed hysterically like I just saw something hilarious happen before my eyes.

I abruptedly stopped, stood up straight, and snapped my fingers demandingly. A four fingered knife was placed into my left palm in a matter of seconds, reminding me of how much I missed handling one of these babies. "Thanks, Angelo", he knew to always have me covered. His silence told me that he was welcome, he never speaks when it's buisness time, only in emergencies he actually does. Ah, he sure can be fun to hang with.

"Wait, Vixan. You can't seriously be thinki-", I raised up my right hand silencing Maxsten. And tossed these heated words over my shoulder "Shut it, you wanted to tag along!", I barked out. Getting Max his little brother to smack him in the back of his head with a scowl present on his face. He wants to do what we do yet he complains every step of the way. What a brat!

Gripping onto the leather tightly, I brought myself in front of the fence, grabbed a handful of it and began to carve a knife into it. Before stepping back, admiring my artwork, and kicking down the silver pipe in my way. All of us tredded over my artwork like it was nothing, but others will see at as a grave warning if they dare touch it. With a swift twirl of the hand-knife in my fingers and circular motions of using nunchucks, got the seven foot tall weeds to fall down at my feet.

I nodded my head to the left and all of the guys dispersed to settle themselves into the crowd. I can't let anyone here know that I am gaurded. "Hey, man", Angelo greeted me. I turned his way and gave him a man hand-shake where he took the knife out of my hands and slipped it into his left back pocket.

So loyal. Hearing laughter, blades rolling, seeing light gray sparks go off at blades hitting metal told me what was behind the cover up. A hidden skate park, we made pointless conversation as we made our way up the hill, I knew that my target was close when a strong scent of tabacco invaded my nostrils during this late night. Christopher's golden locks stayed hidden underneath his light gray beanie, he tilted his pale squared shaped face back and laughed at one of his friend's jokes. Only if it was funny to hear.

"Still trying to catch lung cancer?", I asked with my arms crossed over my chest. A wry smile spread across his lips at the sight of me "Hey, little bro. Long time no talk?", he chuckled in faux delight. Yeah, the message is clear. He very well knows why I am here, let's see if he will play this time.

His buddies starred at me in confusion and had no idea what to make of our situation, he waved them off and they went about their buisness. By either skating, racing, chatting, smoking, or flirting shamelessly. Nontheless they were all secretly watching. May I have underestimated myself? Possibly. Do I give a damn? No.

"The cake was made and left to cool off", his knuckles turned white from his grip on his skateboard. His jaw clenched, his hazel brown eyes narrowed in a mixture of emotions.

"It will not be touched", he growled in growing anger.

"Not if the naive little kid decide's to steal a piece", I counter-acted.