Honestly the rest of the week was stressful. I had been practicing for my fight all week and never had time for school work. Which is why I'm sitting in detention with a few creeps.
There were three of us. An emo in one corner of the class room, a really buff guy whos name is Liam and had asked for my number and then there was me.
Liam and I had a pretty good conversation before he got a call and left me seated there bored.
But there was this one thing he said which left me in shock. A trap house. Or should I say my brother's trap house.
A Few Minutes Back
"Hey I'm Liam." He says reaching out his hand to meet mine.
"Hope." I reply taking his hand and shaking it.
"So... What is a pretty nerd like you doing in detention?" He asks smirking.
I honestly wanted to wipe that smirk off so badly.
"I skipped a few classes this week." I say weakly.
I mean who gives detention of a Friday afternoon?!
"I see we have a little bad baby her." He says that smirk still plastered on his face.
I just sat there silently trying not to explode. And for someone who gets angry easily, you know damn right it took me all my will power not to bitch slap him.
"So I see you've been with Brandon lately." He says, his face now one hundred percent serious. "You know he's not good for a good girl like you. I heard he's into drugs on the West."
Okay now this, just got wild. Cause last I checked, my brother has the biggest gang in the West. He is supper over protective of my mother and I, but becase I don't see him often because of all the shit going down in the trap, we don't see each other often. So being the curious Rena I am I decide to ask more questions.
"Which gang exactly?" I asked raising my eyebrows.
"I think it's the CB gang." He says shrugging.
At this moment I was speechless. Brandon was part of a gang, not just any gang but my brother's.
"So what dies he do there." I ask pretending totally dumb to make it seem like I ain't know shit about gangs.
But that would be a lie. Every time my brother visited he would bring me a stack of weed to last till the next time. Yes, I smoke. Not to the point where I'm addicted but it was pretty bad. Since we moved to LA I hadn't seen my brother, but at this moment I was curious.
I was curious to the point where I got to the trap after detention. How 'smart of me huh?
I knock three times and the door comes crashing open to reveal a tall muscular guy with tatoos and a short gun.
"Can I help you?" He says with his deep and loud voice.
"Hi I'm here to see Xavier." I say confidently.
Honestly I wasn't one bit scared cause I was familiar with being surounded by guns.
"Oh, you must be the stripper." He say laughing.
Stripper? Bitch do I look like a stripper to you?
"No, his sister." I say
"Sister? He doesn't have a sister." He says chuckling.
"Can I just see him for God sake!?" I shout. I was getting furious.
And he points his gun at me. I reach my waist bun and pull out my gun. Ain't nobody holding this bitch at gun point.
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The Nerd's Secret
Teen FictionRena is an 18 year old who is known as a nerd at school but, she is a wrestler. She moved to LA with her mother to be closer to her brother after their father left them.
