Love incognito *unedited*

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Recap: Megan is boss as foks. Get it? F*ck... Fox...

-.- nevermind.

Megan's POV

I feel free.

It feels great to wear my leather jacket again, eyeliner and thick mascara.

I hated wearing skirts. They're really pretty but geez how do you bend down in one of those?

I do black leggings, ripped jeans and combat boots with the exceptional high heel. I love heels...

It's just really unpractical when you're running a freaking gang.

Would you expect any less when you look at the life that was given to me?

I had to make money somehow.
I mean, yeah, my dad is loaded but he rather spoil Sasha.

So I learned to pickpocket. I picked up a few friends on the way; Freddie, Jo and Scar.

We call him Scar because he reminds us of that evil lion in The Lion King. They both have scars running along the side of their face.

Mind you, that got him loads of girls.

Who wouldn't want to date a bad boy, right? I thought, thinking of Jale.

I jumped down the playform and nervously made my way towards Jale.

"Hey Jale."

"Megan." He acknowledged.

"What do you think?"

He stared at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

Please don't let him hate me.

"I think you should have ditched those school skirts a long time ago." He smirked.

"Oh thank goodness!" I cried, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

"But why, though?" He asked curiously. "Why did you go incognito?"

"To find Chris." I said calmly, everyone in the room tensed.

"What kind of sick joke is this? Where's the real Fox?" Someone hollered.

"The Fox can't be a girl." Another added.

Fury and rage boiled inside my entire being.

Although, I wouldn't expect any less.

I might have friends in this gang but I don't only choose nice guys, I choose guys that can kill, steal and obey.

A/N: *cue the obey snapbacks*

I walked back onto the elevated platform.

"Sugar, come right up here so everyone can see you." I ordered.

The man who had spoken earlier directed himself towards me with his chest puffed out.

Men.

When he was right in front of me, I took a step closer so our bodies were flushed together.

He was older than me but not in a disgusting way. He might've been in his twenties.

"You look good." I said in a low and intimate voice.

I don't even know if he was listening, his eyes were transfixed on my chest.

Well ain't he classy.

I carressed his face with my hand.

"Such a pretty face..." I whispered.