In A Hopeless Place

Chapter 3

"You don't belong here, shorty," a deep voice says from behind me. I turned and looked at him. 

He stood tall, much taller than me, however I didn't appreciate his nickname for me.  

"And what makes you say that?" I ask him, arching my eyebrow.  

"Do you even know what we do? We're not your average bad boys and girls. We're criminals. Criminals! We steal, fight, kidnap, murder, and sometimes rape is involved if you're not careful," he threatened me.  

"I know what you do and I know who you are. You don't scare me," I tell him. Well, he doesn't.  

His stare is slightly intimidating, but I don't back down. He steps closer to me.  

"No?" He cocks his head to the side and I shake my head.  

"I've seen worse." He looked at me with curiosity. "I've traveled with Paul since I was ten. I know a bad boy when I see one and it's not you," I tell him with a smirk.  

"Really?" I nod. "What's the worse you've seen?" 

"Hmm," I thought for a moment. "He was big, tanned skin, muscular, carried a knife with him, and oh, he didn't run." I smirked and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Only cowards run from the cops, but not him. He stayed, standing strong and fought back." 

"So, you're calling me a coward?" He asks and I'm slammed into the wall with force. I stopped myself from groaning in pain. His grip is tight and it's hurting me, but I keep the smirk on my face.  

"I am," I confirm, my smirk unwavering and he shoves me again.  

"I'm not a fucking coward! Don't you fucking tell me who I am! You don't know me!" He says angrily through clenched teeth.  

"I know you're a coward." He doesn't shove me this time, but keeps his tight grip. His face is menacing, his eyes cold, and his body is big and strong.  

"And what makes you think that you belong here?" 

"Because I can't do anything right! Everything I do is either bad, wrong, or unacceptable. Nobody listens to me. All I'm good at is doing something bad." His eyes are like lasers, blazing into mine, trying to cut open my soul. "All I'm good at is getting into trouble. Whether it be breaking and stealing cars, getting into fights, getting expelled or suspended, smoking, drinking, getting high, or getting sent to juvenile- which I've done since I was fourteen. You name it." 

"You haven't killed anyone," he pointed out.  

I shook my head. "I only hope to learn." 

His face is only inches away from mine. His breath smelled of cigarettes and beer. Suddenly, he loosens his grip and backs away from me.  

"You want to learn how to be one of us, eh?" 

"Why else would I have come here?" 

His eyes light up with either satisfaction or approval. "Ever had a tattoo?" He asks me and I nod. "Care for another?" 

I feel a wide smirk curve on to my lips.  

I bought my way into getting what I want, just like always.  

I'm just that good.

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