La Viva Loca (Klance Gang AU)

Complicated

That testing was a fucking bitch and I am NEVER doing that again!! Anyways here's the next chapter so I hope you enjoy.

"Fuck!" I let myself fall to the cement floor, as I laid there in defeat. Lance and I had decided to have another rematch from the first game we had originally played a few weeks ago. The difference is, this time we had Matt, Hunk, and Pidge to give commentary. Commentary that I didn't particularly enjoy.

Lance and Hunk have been coming over to this side of town lately. We had soon figured out that Pidge wasn't high enough in the gang to be noticed, and if those two didn't flash that they were Crips, we were mostly in the clear. That is, unless someone recognized them. So this is how we end up here, with Lance and I having another rematch.

Pidge started to laugh when she saw me beat, flat on the ground. "So how many losses has that been Mr.Champion?" I lifted my head, and met her eyes, giving her a clear warning. "That would be the 5th time you lost Mullet. Ready to accept defeat yet?" My attention turned to Lance, as he walked towards me. I propped myself up, using my elbows to support me. "Never." He wore a shit eating grin on his face, and held out a hand for me to grab.

I took hold of his hand, and he helped me up to my feet. "And stop calling me Mullet. Seriously, what is it with you and that nickname?" His grin only widened. " Probably the same reason you call me Loverboy." I rolled my eyes, and walked towards the metal fence, bending down to pick up my water bottle. As I chugged down the water, I saw a question mark form on Pidge's face.

"Wait, Loverboy? What the fuck?" I turned to rest my back against the fence, and I closed the bottle. "It's cause he's a total flirt. I swear, I don't know how you were able to stand him all these years." Pidge groaned in agreement. "Tell me about it." Lance slapped his hand on his chest, and let out an over exaggerated gasp. "Hey! I'm not that bad!" I deadpanned as I looked at him. "Yea Loverboy, you are."

He put his hands on his hips, and leaned in my direction. "At least I'm not a sore loser who's ass at basketball." I peered my eyes at him, daring him to continue. "Fuck you!" He wore that devilish grin of his, and I just wanted to punch it off his face. "I mean if you want we could have another rematch. I wouldn't mind winning a 6th time." I picked up my backpack, and swung it over my shoulder. "I'll pass. I need to head home anyways."

A smug expression then formed on his face. "Aww. Little Keithy isn't upset that he lost is he?" I rolled my eyes at his comment. "Don't get so full of yourself. I was planning on leaving soon anyways. I'll text you guys later." I turned and waved goodbye, as I walked through the gate, and onto the street.

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The sun was almost set, but the Southern Californian heat still thrived around me. I wiped the sweat off my forehead, as I walked alongside the mostly deserted street. I had one earbud in my ear, and was minding my own business, when I got shoved from behind. I quickly turned around, to find the people I least wanted to see, James and his minions.

I groaned at the sight of him, and took off my earbud. "James what do you want? I'm not in the mood right now." He slightly puffed up his chest, and walked up to me, as if that would make him more intimidating. "Fuck you! You thinking I'm fucking blind!? Don't think you can fuck with my girl and get away with it tú puta madre!"

"Look man I don't know what María told you, or what you think is going on, but there is NOTHING between us. You need to get that through your thick ass skull, and stop causing shit with me. I don't want trouble man. I just wanna get home."

He pushed me again, but it wasn't as hard as last time."Bullshit! I'm gonna fuck you up tú pequeña puta!" He swung at me, but I was able to dodge it. I was in the clear, at least I thought I was. Just as I got out of the way, Kinkade socked me square in the jaw. I stumbled backward, but quickly gained my footing.