Because I had you//Sweet Pea

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Alisons POV

   I'm so fed up with people.

   My day has already started off wrong. I woke up to my blanket being pulled off the bed. "Alison!" Malachai shouts. Malachais my boyfriend. We're not official, but we are official. No label, but he brings me everywhere. I'm like his favorite accessory he hates to leave at home. I live with him because my parents kicked me out a couple months ago. I used to live with my ex, but I guess you could say he's out of the picture now. "We're gonna be late!"

   "Since when do you care about school?" I yawned. "We're not going right away. We got business to attend to." Business meaning either a drug deal or a fight. Malachai was in a gang called the ghoulies. They supply this drug called jingle jangle that's gets you really fucked up. I've done it a couple times, but never supplied. I'm not a ghoulie, just associated.

   I hopped up and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I then threw on some jeans and a purple lace shirt that had cotton on the inside so it wasn't see through. Stuffing each foot in my combat boots, I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder before proceeding to comb through my hair. "Ready." I shrugged, grabbing a mini orange juice.

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"These are your bitches?" Malachai pointed at the blondie and the black haired girl. I smacked Malachai in the shoulder and he gave me a glare. "I beg your misogynistic pardon?" The girl with black hair crossed her arms.

   "Excuse me bitch?" I asked, stepping towards the girl. No one could call him a misogynist but me. Malachai reached his arm out, blocking me from the girl. "Just take your skanks and get the hell out of here. Until you make me a better offer, they'll be no race."

   Jughead proceeded to make a deal with Malachai. If the ghoulies won, they'd get the Whyte Wyrm and sunset trailer park. 2 places I'm all too well familiar with.

Jughead and the other 3 left, and everyone instantly talked shit. "We're so gonna beat their ass." Some bragged. Malachai turned to me, grabbing a hold of my wrist. "Talk out of line again, and you're a dead bitch." He growled in my ear. I tore my wrist away, "I'm not afraid of you. And I'm not a dog who obeys to your every command."

We glared at eachother, "god, your lucky."

"Lucky for what?" A random minion called out. "I'm lucky he wouldn't kill me." I replied for him. I grinned in his face. "Whatever bitch, you're still mine." He pulled me into him and kissed me. He grabbed my ass as I pulled his neck. "Damn your bitch is feisty."

Malachai chuckled against my lips and I pushed him off of me, offended. "I'm gonna walk to school today."
(Imagine this interaction goes down before school)

"Cmon babe. It was a joke." He was still laughing.

I pushed past him and grabbed my bag, pushing open the front door. I put in my headphones, stomping to the school. Why was he always such an ass?

A car passed me and the windows rolled down. "Ghoulie freak!" A serpent shouted and threw a coffee at me. I gasped in shock at the hot liquid hitting my chest and ruining my favorite shirt. "What the fuck?! I'm not even a ghoulie, you bastards!" I hate serpents. Serpents are the enemy gang of the ghoulies. I used to date one. They treated me like family, until they didn't and betrayed me, but that's a story for another time.

They drove away laughing as I flipped them off. I hate the southside. I took my shirt off, walking into school.

All of the teachers didn't care anymore about dress code, considering people have shown up in worse. I got through the metal detectors and felt eyes burning into the back of my head. I ignored them, speed walking to my locker so I could pull out my extra shirt. "New look?" Sweet Peas voice dripped with mockery.

I turned to him. "Fuck off." He put his hands up in surrender. "You know walking around like that sure is gonna make an impression."

I rolled my eyes, "What do you care?" He leaned against a random locker. "I don't."

"Right. I'm gonna go put on a shirt. And by the way, I wouldn't have needed to take off my shirt if your boys hadn't of thrown a coffee at me."

"They used to be yours too."

I sighed, "just because I dated you doesn't mean they were mine too. And just cuz I'm dating Malachai doesn't mean I'm a ghoulie."

"You can't be on both sides." He sneered. "You're right. I'm not on any." I turned and walked to my locker and put on the spare tank top. "You fucking bitch." I flinched, hearing Malachais voice boom through the hallways.

"My boys told me you've been walking around in your bra?" He walked up, slamming my locker shut. "Yea, So? I got cup full of coffee thrown on my shirt as I was walking here. Not about to walk in with a wet shirt."

"So instead you walk in with none. I ain't datin no slut." He spits in my face. "I'm not a slut."

"You see, from where I'm standing that's not how it looks." I pulled the collar of his shirts and connected our lips to make him shut up. It obviously worked. His hands instantly traveled down to my ass and he leaned against my locker. His lips traveled down to my neck and started sucking and biting. I looked over to see Sweet Pea coming towards me. I moaned out loud so he could hear.

SLAM! Sweet Peas hand punched the wall before stomping down the hall. I almost felt guilty, before remembering the reason we broke up.

He continued to kiss me, not even flinching from the chaos, when the school bell rang. "I'll see you after 2nd babe." I pecked his lips before strutting down the hall.

   I guess everyone could call me a hoe. I don't see myself that way. I've dated 2 guys so far in my high school life. Sweet Pea and Malachai.

   Sweet Pea probably treated me better but I don't care. There was just something about Malachai. Maybe it's because I'll be homeless with out him. Maybe it's because he's so protective over me. Maybe it's because I love him. Maybe it's because I'm scared of him.

   But no matter the reason, it doesn't deny the fact that I'm not leaving him, and just because my ex's are from 2 enemy gangs doesn't mean I'm looking for trouble or to start any thing. It just means I have a type.