Don't Play With Fire

Chapter One

They say by age ten how you act is set in its ways. If you still throw tantrums, you'd be a drama queen. If you rebel, you're most likely going to jail. If you're an A student go getter.. you're getting your ass kicked in high school by the rebels.

That's what I was told in fifth grade as I sat in my principals office, my twin brother, Stefano, next to me, giggling.

"You're both going to end up in prison and I won't feel sorry for you." Principal Wiley nearly spat out. I can remember that prominent vein sticking out of his head as he leaned forward, eyeing me. "Fix that cocky face young lady!"

And here was the best line I've ever used.

"Sir.. if I could fix my face, I'd surely tell you. Because yeesh, you need one helluva fixing." 

Needless to say, we were expelled that day for- oh, I never told you what our stereotype was, did I?

Well, in principal Wileys terms, my brother and I were the Ocean's Eight wannabes, stealing whatever we wanted and damn good at it too. But, I didn't consider us thieves. We did these people a favor. Like, why did Principal Wiley need a two hundred dollar watch? He should want to provide for the school.. not his ego.

"You didn't!" Stefano gasped out as we were escorted out of the school by the security guards. I smirked and un-pocketed the watch.

"I did.. and it was almost too easy." I backpedaled and held the watch up to the light. "Like taking candy from a baby." Then, I saw Wiley round the corner with wide eyes.

"That's my watch! Come back here."

The guards looked in confusion but I only laughed. "I would but I'm banned from school grounds. It was nice knowing ya Wiley!" I yelled out before squeezing out of the guards grip and taking off running down the path.

I saw our foster parents standing next to their Buick but we ran right past them. "See you at the house Elma! Nice beer gut, Fred!" Stefano called out to them and I laughed as we got lost in the park trees and bushes right off the edge of the campus.

Needless to say, with getting a new school, we got new parents. But that didn't stop us. We only became better.

We became so good that by the time we were eighteen, we could afford to get our own place and at least one car. And that was without a steady job. So, Wiley could kiss our-

"Assets." I raised my head as Stefano walked around in front of the people on the Las Vegas strip, no doubt in another one of his rambling distractions. "You all come with your own assets in life. And what better place than to bring it to Vegas huh?"

The thing about Stefano and I was that we fed off of one another. He was good with business and brute talk, I knew how to read people. It almost became.. an art to me. My own cognitive science. Stef considered it my super power and it was borderline true. I could see what people were going to do ninety percent of the time. I knew what they were thinking before so much as a hum left their lips.

I blamed it on the fact that it was all I did was a child. Even in diapers, all I did was stare at people. Supposedly I didn't say my first word until I was four. Funnily enough, that word was 'Why?' And that pretty much explains everything up to this point.

Why did his left hand suddenly slip into his back pocket? Was he pulling out a phone? iPhone.. the new one?

And lo and behold, the tourist pulled out his phone and it was the brand new one- I'm kidding, that was too easy. I watched as the well suited man put the phone to his ear and start talking in a hush. He was hiding something.