More than friends-Joey Trotta

Chapter thirty-six/Terrorists-part one

Billy: Hey guys, who comes with me to see what's for lunch today?

Joey: I'm going with you, you want to come Ana?

Ana: Sure, I hope the food is good today

Jonathan/Snuffy: I guess I'll wait for you at the table with the others

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Ana: I just want water

Billy: Surely yes, after seeing what there is for lunch your hunger is taken away

Joey: It looks disgusting

-Gunshots are heard in the distance-

Ana: WTF IS THAT!

_ Ana's Pov _

-Some men enter to the dining room and start shooting at the ceiling. We all threw ourselves on the floor, everyone trembled and nobody knew what was happening. I was in the middle of Billy and Joey, I was holding hands with the two of them. A brown-haired man with a ponytail walked to where we were, he looked like the leader of them. They told us to get up, one of them brought a bunch of folders with the information of all the students. The one who looked like the leader began to say each other's names. They were all Colombians, and we found out later that the leader's name was Luis Cali. Ricardo and I were the only ones in the school who knew how to speak spanish, but only my friends knew that about me.

Billy: Ana, stay behind us, ok?

Ana: Ok, I'm so freaking scared

Joey: Don't worry, I won't let something bad happen to you (he grabs her hand)

Luis: "Bradberry, Jonathan"

-Snuffy stepped forward, looked like he was going to have an asthma attack-

Luis: Your father is Stephen Bradberry? Chairman of the first empire bank of New York?

Snuffy: Yes (he was sent back into the crowd)

Luis: Giles, Henry the Third (he called Hank, but that was his real name)

Hank: Yes

Luis: Come here, Giles your father is representative Henry Giles Jr?

Hank: Yes (he was sweating cause of the fear)

Luis: Chairman of the Armed Services Committee

Hank: Yes, sir (he walked away)

Luis: Trotta, Joseph (at that moment Joey released my hand and I walk to the front). Your father is Albert Trotta of New York City

Joey: Yes (his jaw was so clenched I thought it would snap, he looked so angry)

Luis: The Albert Trotta (Joey just nodded), what's the matter? Not proud of your father

Joey: No (he returned with me)

Luis: Montoya, Ricardo

Ricardo: Yes, sir

Luis: Your father is senior partner at Johnson, Montoya and Epps?

Ricardo: Yes, sir

Luis: And past president of the California bar association

Ricardo: Yes, sir

Luis: So tell me Ricardo, are you mexican?

Ricardo: Mexican-American

Luis: Do you speak spanish?

Ricardo: No, not really

-Luis told a man with a gun to take Ric outside and shoot him, of course, he said that in spanish-

Ricardo: No, wait! (he yelled)

Luis: You don't speak spanish?

Ricardo: I do a little

-Luis grabbed a gun and hit Ric on the knee, we all ran to help him-

Billy: Hey don't do that!

Luis: Is he friend of yours?

Billy: Yes, he is 

Luis: Tell your friend not to lie, what's your name?

Billy: William Tepper

-Luis approached the old man and grabbed a file, I guess it was Billy's-

Luis: What does your father do William?

Billy: He's a contractor

Luis: According to this, he owns the third largest construction company in the world

Billy: Yeah, he's a contractor

Luis: You're not afraid?

Billy: Yes I am (I could see in my brother's face the fury he had)

Luis: Don't fuck with me, here also says you have a twin sister, Ana. Where is she?

Ana: I'm here (Joey wouldn't let go of my hand, but I could get away)

Luis: So, William is your twin brother, I hope none of you do something stupid