The Gang Leaders Loner

Romeo and Juliet, kinda

Hello, I feel like I'm actually doing a pretty good job on updating which is such a change but I know I won't be updating much this week since I have tests and such.

Enjoy!

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"A lamp? Really?" Spencer asks gesturing to my pink fuzzy lamp I had since I was a kid. I shrug at him.

"What did you expect? A warm welcome? You just broke into my house!" I tell him. This boy was going to be the death of me, I swear.

"I didn't break in, your window was unlocked," he says with a smirk and his brows arching. I shake my head at him and put the lamp down.

"Did Xavier do all that to you?" he asks gesturing to my face and body, "I couldn't exactly ask this morning, I'm surprised Kara kept quiet about it," he tells me. I shake my head at him.

"Xavier didn't touch me, the guys did," I tell him.

"I was going to come and help you," he tells me quietly. I look at him, he looked tired, bags were under his eyes and he was paler than usual. Why would he save me anyway?

"I'm guessing you got the photos they took while torturing me for an hour," I change the topic, his face turns into confusion, his brow knotting.

"Photos? I didn't get any photos," he tells me. I frown at him then cross my arms, "Please, I bet you were happy seeing me like that," I tell him with poison in my tone. He was playing with, he had to have been.

"Mara, I'm sick in a lot of ways, but I promise you I never got any photos," he pulls out his phone and unlocks it, "Check if you want, I swear I'm telling the truth," he tells me. I look at him for a moment and look through the phone. Nothing. Not even in the recently deleted which was full of random people, they must be related to his gang. I give him back the phone.

"Then why would they take the photos?" I ask, Spencer shrugs in reply, his lengthy arms dropping at his sides.

"I don't know," he tells me, and as much as I wish he was lying, I could see he wasn't, there wasn't a reason to lie about it, the damage was already done.

"Listen, I didn't come here to talk about photos," he starts, I nod and he takes a seat on my bed. "You're important because of someone you know, or knew I guess," he tells me, I from at him but wait for him to go on.

"Your mom," he starts but I am already on the fence by him mentioning her.

"What about her? What the hell does she have to do with any of this? My mom died in an accident when I was ten," I ask him frantically. He takes a deep breath and thinks for a moment.

"Your mother was part of a gang," he tells me. I stare at him before laughing, he watches me and looks guilty, but why? This was just all some sick joke of his.

"Mara, I swear to you. Your mothers name was Ella," he says. I stop laughing and look at him.

"How do you know that?" I ask, my tone serious.

"Because she and my mother were friends. My mom died on July seventeenth," he tells me. My stomach drops as I hear those words, that month, and that day.

"The same day...."

"The same day your mother died, it wasn't an accident, Mara," he finishes. I stare at the ground then back at Spencer, he motions me to sit next to him and I do. I needed to think about all this. Was I meant to meet Spencer? Was all of this meant to happen?

"Your mom was part of the Vice gang, my father was leader of it before he was killed by the leader of Spade at the time, which was Xavier's father," he tells me. It was starting to make little sense, that's why Xavier and Spencer hate each other.