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"why did you join the faceless?" he asks.

"do you want the long answer or the short answer" i turn to look at him.

"the long one." he says simply.

"well for starters, my abusive father. but one day when i was 7, he got really drunk and he killed my mom. i got away but i found out that he killed himself right after so he wouldn't go to jail. his plan was to kill me too but i escaped.

so i ran to the police station, and of course i got put into the system with shitty fosters. so i did what anyone would do and i ran. again.

i stole money from my foster mom and lived in public parks, basically anywhere i could find. one night i was walking to find a place to sleep, when a man approached me.

long story short he was a creep and max shot him. thus making max and i friends. when i ran out of money i was so desperate that i asked max to help me and the only way he could help was by joining the faceless. that way i could make money and have a place to live.

that was two years ago and i regret ever being desperate enough to join." i finished. ethan stopped walking and i turned to him confused.

he stared at me with eyes i couldn't read, and i furrowed my eyebrows.

out of nowhere i feel arms wrapped around me, and i realize that ethan had pulled me into a hug. it took me a minute since i'm not used to this and i don't experience affectionate things very often, but i hesitantly hug back.

especially since this is extremely out of character for the ethan i met.

"i'm so sorry alex." he says letting go of the hug. my body rushed with cold air and i wished i was still hugging ethan. i guess after a full life of never being shown care i hadn't realized how much i wanted it.

"it's okay. everything happens for a reason, right?" i try to say optimistically. ethans lips barely just barely pull at a soft smile as we begin to walk again.

"what about you? why did you join the wranglers?" i asked. ethan stiffened and hesitated a bit before speaking.

"my dad owned that gang making my brother and i born-ins" he started. "so before he died he wrote in his will that i was the next leader when he dies." ethan clears his throat.

"you don't have to tell me anything more if you don't feel comfortable." i say hoping to make him feel less tense.

"thanks lex" he says making my head turn to him.

"lex?" i ask with a small smile.

"yeah. i figure since we are sort of friends now that i'd give you a nickname." he says slightly smiling.

he doesn't do that very often but when he does it could light up a whole room.

"i like it." i admit.

"good"

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ethan and i talked even when we got to the alley, making me come home later than usual.

before ethan and i parted ways, i asked him what i should do to plan out this trap.

we planned a couple things out before saying our goodbyes for the night. he's not too bad after all.

my hand reaches for the door and i twist the nob open immediately getting nervous. kingsman was standing there with a girl and they were i guess about to uh.....head upstairs.

"alex?" he asks confused.

"uh....hey kingsman. my bad bro." i said awkwardly hoping he doesn't ask why i was out so late.

but you know, hope breeds eternal disappointment i guess.

"what're you doing out so late?" he asks pushing the brunette bimbo to the side.

"i went on a run. i need to be in better shape and clear my head." i answered. "you know considering i got moved up to three stripes i need to be more fit." i stay silent after i finish my sentence and look at kingsmans face.

"oh. well that makes sense. good for you alex. i'm happy for you." he says. i smile at him and walk to my room.

i peel off my clothes and step into the shower. i need to relax and get some sleep before to tomorrow. a lot is about to happen and i can not screw it up.

but no pressure, right?

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