"I'll become a legend in this school someday."
"Sure thing Arty, mind staying out of my way this time?"
"Sounds like a 'you' problem bud."
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Artemis Pierce is a 17 year old girl that has a love for pranks. Not your typical whoopee cushion type of pr...
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4 | Troublesome
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Elliot asks and I nod.
"Yeah, it's the only other place I can think of." I tell him as we pull up to a warehouse on the docks. "He used to hangout there all the time."
It's gotten late now, nearly 8 at night and my parents are coming home at 10 so we have to hurry and find Apollo before then.
"Why did your brother hangout here in the first place?"
"You ask a lot of questions, Cain." I point out and he just shrugs. "Be careful," I tell him. "You might just ask the wrong question." I say with a light laugh and he smiles a little.
Elliot opens the door and I climb out through his side seeing as we're still handcuffed, everything just has to be ten times more difficult.
Damn you, Mr. Greene.
The dock is quiet, save for the occasional wave smacking against the platform, the only light we have is the moon, it's faint silver light illuminates the dock just enough for us to see.
I narrow my eyes at the warehouse. "Is it just me, but are the shadows here.... darker than a typical shadow should be?" I mutter to Elliot and I can see him shrug in the corner of my eye.
"I guess." He says, but we make no further comment on it as we slide the overhanging door to the warehouse open, revealing a group of people standing around in, what seems like it, a face off towards who I have no doubt is my dumbass brother Apollo.
We may be twins but we're fraternal, he ended up being the one without any goddamn common sense if his dumb boy moves are anything to go by.
"Arty?" Apollo's voice cuts through the thick silence that had enveloped us as soon as we had opened the door.
I sigh. "C'mon, Polio, we have to go home."
From the moonlight streaming into the high windows of the warehouse, I could just see a hint of Apollo's face, a look of annoyance smears itself upon it from my jab.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that." Apollo grumbles, scratching the back of his head and sighing.
"Who the fuck is this Apollo? I thought you said no one followed you." One of the others cuts in, it's a guy and his voice is seething.
"Yeah, no one did but I-"
"How about this? You guys," I gesture to the three guys who Apollo decided to meet up with here. "Leave my brother alone, or I will pummel you into the ground."
