She Wants What She Hates ~ Ally/You (G!P)

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(I lie, this ain't gonna be a "little" dramatic... it's gonna be fucking intense... you were warned)

You

"'Sup, Nick?" I dap the boy up outside of the building. I hear AJ gasp beside me, causing us both to look down at her.

"Nick Mara? From PRETTYMUCH?!" Her eyes wide in disbelief. Nick smiles, "Yeah, hey." He holds his arms out for a hug which the youngen accepts giddily.

"Sorry to cut this meet 'n' greet short, but there's a certain greasy muhfucka up in there that needs an ass whoopin'," I say, shrugging. They break and AJ puts on a more serious face.

"Wait, who?" She asks. "Will," I answer shortly, looking up at the quiet building. "I thought it was Troy?" Nick asks and I shake my head.

"Ok, here's the plan," I clasp my hands together. "I'ma walk up in there, y'all trail behind me, but not too close. Stay hidden. Only come in when it looks like I need it. A'ight?" I say to them, earning nods.

"There's an alcove on the left side when we enter, stand there and listen out. Now, c'mon."

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They followed my instructions and went off to the left. The place was empty and illuminated dimly. Tony had opened the place and told me to lock up after.

I take this time to wrap my hands up so that my knuckles wouldn't get damaged from mopping the floor with this nigga. I then slip my hoodie off and waited for Will to show up.

I checked my phone to see it was nearly 4am. With a shake of the head, I pulled up a metal fold up chair against the wall. I straighten it before taking a seat, leaning on my knees.

Just a few minutes later, I hear the door on the opposite side of where we came in awing open then closes. I stand, cracking my knuckles as I wait for the man to show himself.

He walks in smugly, both hands in his front hoodie pocket. "Well, hello there, you freak show," he says in mock cheerfulness.

"Let's skip the pleasantries and get to it. I ain't got all day," I say lowly. He chuckles, "Eager, are we, Johnson?" I shrug, "I just wanna be home with my girlfriend."

His stupid smirk vanishes, being replaced with anger. Now, it was my turn to smirk. "Again, let's get this over with," I then get into the fighting stance.

He shakes his head slowly, an angry look still on his face. "The fuck you wanted to meet up then?" I straighten, staring at the older man in annoyance. His expression changes once more and he laughs quietly.

I suck my teeth, "Mane, I'm out." I pick up my hoodie and started to walk pass him to leave, but he roughly shoves me back. "My wigga, make up your fuckin' mind. Do you or don't you wanna get yo' ass beat?"

"If you try to walk out, I'll kill you," he says in a scary serious tone. I look down at him with a raised brow. I scoff, "Cap." I start to leave again, but he pushes me once more.

"I warned you," he takes his other hand from his pocket. My eyes widen when I see the .22 clutched in his hand. I stumble from surprise, tripping over the chair I sat in previously.

He raises it to my face and complete fear freezing me in place. His lips form an evil smile, looking down at me, "Not so bold now, are we, eh?" My heart was beating harder than it ever has in my life.

I felt tears prick my eyes as sat there, scared as fuck.

"Stand up!" He yells. I slowly stand to my feet, raising my hands in front of me instinctively. "Look, I don't want no trouble, bruh," my voice cracked and shaky.