Juvenile Delinquents

Child

That morning was composed of thrill and laughter. French class was filled with orals while Math class was an adventure. Our substitute was lenient and he ended up falling asleep as well. Huston and Gunner decided to give our replacement teacher the same punishment as the last. Moustache, eyepatch, lipstick, mascara, eyeliner and the finishing touch. A drawing of a dick on his forehead. When the bell rang for lunch, everyone rushed out of the run. A yelling substitute not too far behind us and it was my turn to yell run for my fellow classmates. We spread around the school.

     I dashed to my locker but it was located in the F section. Near our history class. Thankfully the boys and Rebecca agreed to accompany me incase something were to happen but the moment I closed my locker door, the angry substitute from history class emerged. He held the same reckless designs and was furious when he saw us. Clearly ready to pin us for the mess we did cause. Rebecca reached for my hand and dashed down the hall, taking a sharp turn to the A section.

     We laughed as she opened her locker door. "That was crazy!"

     I lightly chuckled and leaned on a locker door. The boys remained around us, ready for another adventure. "I can't remember the last time I had this much fun."

     Damiano towered over Rebecca as she closed her locker door. One hand rested above her head, as his beating silver eyes gazed down at her. "Well princess, the more time you spend with us, the crazier things will become." His thick accent made Rebecca giggle. My cheeks flushed at the shiver that rushed down my back. Damiano seemed to notice as he sent me a wink.

     Huston sighs beside me. Arm wrapped around me shoulder. "Isn't he dreamy?" I bursted out a laugh and slightly pushed Huston.

     "Okay, where to ladies?" Alexander asked, clapping his hands in the process.

    I was about to respond when my phone buzzed. Tyson's name popped on the screen with a large message attached to it. "Fucking shit." I grumbled as I opened the message.

    We're not going to the yogurt place. Heard what happened in first and third period. Why didn't you tell me in French?- Babe

     Rolling my eyes at his text, I didn't bother to answer him. Anger took over me as I thought back to how he treated me like a child. He probably looked at me as if I were a child. "What's wrong?" Rebecca asked as she gazed over my shoulder. "You good?"

     "Ty said we can't go to the frozen yogurt store across the street." I ran a hand threw my red hair. "All because of what happened today."

     "He's treating you like a fucking child." Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Pathetic." Annoyance was clear in her voice. "What's next, he's going to get a dog collar and keep a chip in your neck?"

     My phone buzzed. I looked down immediately rolling my eyes and showed Rebecca my phone. "Speaking about tracking chips."

    Where are you? You better not be going to the yogurt shop! I swear if you are, you better turn your ass around. I said NO for a reason! -Babe

     "Girl." Rebecca sighed as she handed me my phone.

     Huston chuckled and squeezed my shoulder slightly. "You better change his user name from Babe to Control Freak."

      My shoulder shrugged. "I guess, I don't know. He's just trying to protect me, I guess." Clearing my voice, my eyes gaze down to the texts. "After everything that happened, he's probably worried that something bad might happen without him there."

     "He shouldn't be controlling your life. You have the right to do whatever you want." Alexander said as he leaned against a locker.

     Rebecca held a determined look in her blue eyes. "We're going to the frozen yogurt shop. Get him mad, show him who's the boss." Gazing over the boys, she raised a blonde brow. "We're eating lunch at the yogurt shop, whether you like it or not." The boys shrugged their shoulders and nodded their head. They moved toward the exit doors.

     Rebecca held my hand. "That's how you show guys who's the boss. Come at them with a confident voice and stand your ground. The second you do that, they won't agree with you. They automatically know you mean business." A smirk played on her lips as I looked back to the four boys, who had just followed Rebecca's orders.

     The thought of putting my foot down on Tyson, and not letting him control anything else came to mind. "What should I do about Tyson?" As we pushed through the exit doors and made our way to the street, Rebecca held a pensive face. Trying to figure something out.

     Suddenly she snapped her fingers. "Give me your phone." She demanded. I gave it to her without further explanation. Typing something on my phone, a smile made its way to her face as she pressed send and handed it back to me. "Step one, show him who's boss. From there you take control of the situations. Looking down at my phone, I read what she wrote and mouth literally dropped.

    Too bad. I'm already heading there now with Rebecca and the boys. You can't control me forever Ty. Shove that up your ass. -Me

     Clearly it wasn't me who texted that but I knew it would end well. The little bubbles at the bottom of my iPhone screen showed that I was right. Not wanting to deal with that, I shoved my phone back into my pocket and crossed the street when the little flashing street light man told us we could walk.

     Walking into the yogurt place, it was quiet with humming music playing in the background. Grabbing a cup, I began to fill it up with Nutella and brownie mixture. But my phone buzzed indicating a text. Groaning, I pulled it out to read Tyson's name and walked over to Rebecca who was at the strawberry machine. "He texted." I sighed and handed her my open text message.

     Her eyes narrowed that the text sent. "What the fuck? He's acting like an ass."

     "What did he say?" Without waiting for a response, I snatched my phone out of her hands and read the message. I understood why she called him an ass.

     What do you mean you're there? Did I not tell you do go? Why the hell are you disobeying me! You should know why I'm doing this, I'm doing it for you! For your own fucking protection. Turn your ass around now, or else I'm going to get you! -Babe

     "That's basically a threat." I mumbled as my instincts took over. My fingers flew across the screen, typing back. Rebecca stood beside me.

     Then come get me! You better watch yourself, Tyson. Or else, it will NOT end well for you. -Me

     Satisfied with my reply, Rebecca and I high-five each other as he read the message but didn't reply. "That's right, don't answer! Sit back and take orders!" I yelled in excitement. Rebecca and I slowly found a large booth. We sat together, quietly eating before the four chaotic boys joined us. I hadn't noticed how long we were there for but the second Tyson stormed into the store, my blood ran cold. Matthew, Neil and Willow followed soon afterwards.

    Damiano leaned down beside me. His breath in my ear. "Protective boyfriend, I see." Rolling my eyes, I shoved him in the chest. My eyes darted to Tyson. He was ready to explode. His face was a dark shade of red, his eyes were hooded as they glared at Damiano who sat beside me.

     Tyson opened his mouth, ready to shout but I cut in. Eyes glued on my frozen yogurt. "Calm yourself, Garcia." I bit as I shoved a spoon full of yogurt into my mouth. "Nothing happened between me and Dam." I swallowed and motioned for Rebecca and Gunner to move down. "If that's what's going through that brain of yours." Tyson hadn't said anything. His beating blue eyes glued to me as I jumped out of the booth. "But really? Bringing the boys and Wills?" I pointed towards the others standing behind him. "Did you seriously think I was in trouble?"

     "Yes I did." He growled and stepped forward. "I told you no for a reason. We're heading home now." Tyson reached for my arm but I moved it away.

     "Watch yourself, Tyson." I growled. "You can't control me like with everything else in your life." My voice was low. "You can't give me orders like you do to them. I am not your little bitch that you can use and then think you own because of the shit we've been through."

     "The hell with that shit. Let's go." He barked. Inched closer.

     I stood my ground. Arms crossed. Glare set on Tyson. "You need to stop treating me like a child."

     "Then how am I supposed to treat you?"

     My eyes narrowed at his. "Like your fucking girlfriend. Your fucking equal." His eyes narrowed down at me and in one quick movement, Tyson grabbed my arm and dragged me outside.