Violet Cartel is the mysterious, new addition to South High, With a mean right hook and a past that keeps her from staying for too long in one place, will she finally face her fears and fight the ghosts of her past?
She's a sassy bad-ass but when he...
The definition of Friday in the Urban dictionary, just in case you wondered is - A great feeling. Happy. In other words-no more shit for two days. This accurately describes how I currently feel about life as of now. Done with shit. Ready for the weekend. Yea that pretty much does it, however, my shit isn't the kind that stops for the weekend and in particular because of the meeting I had in the alley last night. So now I have to break into some gang house and steal some information. Trust me I'm not for stealing and I certainly don't wanna be helping the people that ruined my life, but I have to ensure Ky's safety even if it means I have to do all of the above; steal, cheat, deal with unnecessary shit for the next few days.
Anyway talking about Kylie I decided to go to her house and give her a lift to school, I'm still worried about certain Vicious members doin' stuff they ain't meant to be doing. So I raced down the streets to her place on my matte black beauty, a Ninja Kawasaki ZX6R in my boots and signature leather jacket.
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As I arrived at Ky's place I parked my bike in front of her slightly rickety old house and knocked on the door. There was some shouting and crashing coming from the other side and I went straight into fight mode, nothing's happening in there... right?! All of a sudden the door swung open to reveal a scruffy man with a whisky bottle tightly gripped in his hand, a bit early for that dude I thought... "Wow, you lookin' sexy baby, even moreeee than lasssst t-time." the guy was obviously drunk out of his mind and was swaying violently. "Ummm thanks?" With that, I asked the man where Kylie was. "Ugh, that bitch is upstairs but don't do anything to her coz it'll cost ya! I'll..." Oh my god he is a pretty shit drunk for any time of day let alone 830am, is he really Ky's dad??
I went upstairs and opened one of the three doors. As I stepped inside I noticed it was considerably cleaner than the rest of the house, no stains on the wall, no garbage on the floor, all in all it looked like a normal, girl's bedroom, pretty similar to mine actually, even down to the posters of motorbikes decorating the walls. But no sign of Ky. "Ky?" I called. I was not expecting what happened next, Ky appeared from the closet in a (slightly wonky) fighting stance, with an attitude to match and shouted
"HOLY MOTHER OF UNICORNS!"
Ha! She was learning... anyway once she saw it was me she dropped the stance, breathed out and lent against the door frame looking a little shaken. "Ummm Ky? Let's just save you the embarrassment and pretend you didn't just scream Holy mother of unicorns!" We both burst out laughing. Eventually, we managed to calm down and sat on her bed.
Suddenly I remembered the pictures the Vicious took and the deep purple bruise clearly visible on Ky's face, it was only taken a day ago and there was no sign of it on her face now. Could she have learned some makeup skills from me too? Wow, someone actually listens.
I decided to block these thoughts out of my mind, I have enough to deal with this weekend. "Hey, Ky?" I asked, "Hmm?" She replied in a daze, "There's a house party tonight, wanna come? No scrap that, you will come and you will meet me at my place to get ready!"
