This didn't turn out how I thought it would, but I did try. Just based off free-writing really.
I watched as a local man lay in the fetal position in the damp alleyway concrete. Matt, my dad's rival's son -and also my date- unfortunately for me, had a gun pointed at him, demanding money, the watch on his wrinkled wrist, and this and that and... you get the point.
Now, that being said, you can probably already guess that Matt isn't a good guy. You're totally right. He was son of a lead gangster. Unlucky me, yet again, so was my father. Our gangs were rivals, fighting and killing and torturing each other over every little difference. My father was trying to get me to be romantically interested with the guy in front of me so that our gangs would unite and expand together to turn New York upside down.
But, I just wasn't interested.
Matt thought otherwise.
Clearly.
Said guy flexed his muscles and smacked the innocent man on the forehead when the money was handed over. Not just money either, but a watch, a ring, and his shoes. The guy would have to pray he didn't step on rocks or glass on his walk home. Damn, Matt was an ass. The young gangster turned with a smirk, the beaten man still cowering on the ground, cradling the gash on his head as he eyed the end of the gun's barrel. I yawned as I leaned against the dark grey sport car behind me.
"Did you see that, princess? I got us some gold."
I huffed and rolled my eyes with an unimpressed look. "Oh, yay! And you only had to beat up a defenseless old person to get it. I'm totally impressed." I sarcastically clapped my hands and turned around. "Now that you're done trying to show off, can I go home?"
"Home? We just left there! I didn't waste my gas to spend ten minutes out and go back. Where's your sense of excitement?"
"Not here." I muttered. Matt frowned before strutting closer.
"Ahh, I see what you're doing." He laughed and cocked his head to the side, drumming his fingers along the front of his car. "You're playing hard to get."
"Mmm, no." I laughed angrily and poked his chest to move him away from me. "I'm hungry, and when I'm hungry I get irritable." I took my gun and pointed it on his forehead. "And you know what happens when I'm irritable."
"What, you didn't eat?"
I used the back of the gun to wack his head. "No, you idiot! You were supposed to take me to eat! That's what you told everyone! And now look, we're out here and you're having fun beating up old people for what? Something that would satisfy a baby?"
"A baby? You want a baby?"
"No!" I yelled and hit him a little harder. He rubbed his head with an angry hiss and stepped back. Really, what stopped me from ending him right here was beyond me. He was scum, rubbish, the very slime you didn't want stuck to your shoe.
"Geez, okay, stop hitting me. I'll take you to eat."
I rolled my eyes and turned around to go to the passenger side, but stopped when I heard a dull thud. Matt stopped short of the driver's side and stared. I glared into the shadows, but no one was there. Even the old man had walked away from his scuffle, nowhere to be seen now. "Matt, did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" He rolled his eyes. "Don't get scared when your stomach growls, princess."
"Call me that again and you'll be sorry."
"Ah, whatever. You're such a girl." I shut the car door and started walking away from it, my arms crossed. Matt's expression was priceless. "What are you doing?"
