Flaming Roses

FOUR}*{Arlo (POV)

Hey guys! Are you excited for this chapter?  I know I am! Well, I just wanted to say go listen to this song I really like! It's called "Fuqboi" by Hey Violet.  Enjoy!

I meandered along the edge of the rooftop looking into the distance. There was mostly a blur of lights and old, run-down buildings. The sight was so unappealing, yet so comforting. As I continued to scale the building I heard a clutter below me. The cold metal of my pistol bit into my hands, I intently focused in to see what the commotion was. I quietly lowered my body onto the ground and peaked my head over the lip of the rooftop. There were two girls putting the ladder up. Shit. Nash had told me that this was a private entrance, no one was supposed to come this way. I wondered whether I should get their attention. My body decided for me, and I briskly pushed myself up, hitting the side of their ladder on my way, and speed-walked to the rusty gray door. I opened it revealing lights and made my way down the black wrought-iron staircase coiling into the rowdy pit of the club.

 I sat in the cloudy room while the guy smoked pot. I took a hit of my vape-box and exhaled, creating little rings of smoke. I was extremely bored. After they went over some financial issues, and territorial concerns, there was nothing left to do. We all realized this quickly, and so somebody whipped out four grams of pot. What. An. Idiot. Almost four guys immediately grabbed some and rolled all of it into a foot long joint. Everyone took turns taking hits off of it as it was passed around the room, though I declined as I was on security position. But of course, before long someone struck up a fight. What did the fucktard expect from a group of rowdy drunkards waiting to fight when you pull out weed? So imbecilic. I looked to my right over my shoulder and decided to go out to the hallway, I was almost getting high off of the smoke in the air around me. I walked out of the crowded back room, my pistol present in my waistband as always. I leaned against the wall and looked over the balcony into the pit of people grinding on each other. I thought about the concept of clubbing. I guess someone decide they wanted a reason to rub their sweat on strangers and have an excuse to hook up with strangers. I could hear somebody faintly to my left. My hand instinctively went to my hip, where I felt my gun, and my head jerked towards the motion. It was just a girl. She was slowly walking down the corridor, hand outstretched dragging on the posts of the balcony. She looked...magical. The dimmed lighting made her look mysterious. But she was in the wrong hall. "Hey, you can't be back here," I called out to her. She looked up at me, as if surprised at my presence. Then, she dropped her head back down and continued pacing up and down the same path, her arm bobbing on each post of the balcony. Did she not hear me? What the fuck? Anger began to poke into my thoughts. Keep calm, I told myself. I said again, "You. Yeah, you. You gotta' leave. Like, now," I said repeated, this time more impatient. This time she looked right at me. She giggled and looked out to the party below us. Now I was becoming flustered. What was wrong with this person. I strode over to her, but as I did, she calmly lifted one leg over the balcony, then the other, until she was sitting on the balcony. Now I was concerned. But...not enough to care. I pulled my gun out of my belt and put it to the back of her head, so the people below couldn't see it. Surely this will get her attention. She responded with, "Wow, that is really gun is so scary," 

         "What did you just say? Get down. Now. You need to leave this hallway," I said with authority. My hand wrapped tightly against the handle of the gun, knuckles turned whited. She just tilted her head back so it was pressed against the gun, and continued leaning back so her body weight was relying on my arm. I pulled my arm away, and she agilely tumbled backwards onto her feet. Abruptly, a loud bang and gunshots came from the other end of the hallway. Shit. They were bringing the fight inside. Quickly, I grabbed the strange girl's arm and pulled us towards the room. I opened the door and shoved her in, pulling the door closed behind me as I followed her. She looked at me flustered, then her stare turned to an angry glare. "What the fuck was that?" she demanded as she pulled her sleeve down to reveal four large red fingerprints in her arm. Oops. But on her arm was also two identical cuts. They looked deep, and fresh. I decided not to ask. That's when I realized that we were in a room full of stoned men. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. They stared at me, and at her too. One of them pulled at her dress and smiled at her, looking at her chest instead of her face. She quickly brought up her knee and slammed her elbow into his forearm. Wow. He whimpered in response and cussed under his breath, looking at her with disgust in his eyes. "Bro, stop. Not cool," I said, pushing myself in front of her. Other guys were already out of their seats, trying to get to her. The guys in the gang we were meeting with did not have much respect for females in general, and the guys with us had to get up and restrain them. But, then fights broke out. Again. "Holy fuck," I said irritated. I grabbed her arm again, opened the door as best as I could from behind me, and pulled her outside roughly. I sigh, frustrated. Why the hell did this dumb girl have to bother me tonight? Suddenly a hard object collided with my jaw. My head jerked to the left. I yelled out in pain. What the hell?!! I quickly pulled out my concealed gun and cocked it towards the area I felt the blow come from. The girl stood there, shaking out her hand, looking pleased with herself. Satisfied, "Do you every actually use that stupid gun of yours? Or do you just wave it around?" she asked with a giant cocky smirk. Now she got on my nerves. I moved my arm to the left the smallest bit and shot, missing her head by a foot, and hitting the drywall. She ducked and rolled her head, then looked back up at me, first with fear, but then fading into curiosity. I had had enough. I dragged her up and pushed her against the wall, pushing my pistol against the side of her head and restraining her with my arm across her shoulders. "Look little girl—"

"Who the fuck are you calling little girl? How do you think I got in here ass hole?" she yelled at me, thrashing against me hold. Her cockiness fed my rage, and I practically snarled "SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'm done with your bullshit! You've annoyed my all night, and you really fucking seem like you want to fucking die! Shush!" I yelled in her face, pushing her harder into the wall. She kneed me in the groin and pushed me away. She grabbed my gun, backing away with it facing me. She then pointed it at her own her and crossed her eyes, sticking her tongue out. She ran down the hall giggling with my pistol. Damn. MY PISTOL. I sprinted down the hall to catch up with her, but as I rounded the corner, using my hand to swing me around it faster, she was gone. The girl had already made it down the stairs and I watched as she looked back at me and laughed, before turning back as the crowd engulfed her.

Hi peoples! Thanks for reading! I was thinking about changing Kaminari to a boy, because his personality (which is based off a real person) is a bit more masculine, though it could change the plot of the story a lot. Thoughts? Tell me in the comments!