The Gang Leader's Iris

9// Lost

"Ready to go?" Sam asks, walking into my room. I look up from my laptop at Sam and then the time on the clock on my wall.

"Oh shoot." I huff, quickly saving my paper to my files. "I lost track of time, I'll be down in like five minutes."

"Sure thing, sweetie." she walks out of my room and shuts the door. I scurry to my dresser and pull out a pair of Adidas leggings, undergarments, and socks. Then I grab a Batman graphic tee and a mint blue The North Face jacket.

I head into my bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair and pee. After I finish using the toilet, I put on my outfit and grab my phone. I put on a few rubber bracelets and go down stairs. "Morning lady." Noah greets me as I enter the kitchen.

"Morning Noah." I reply, grabbing an apple. "Your weekend with your mom?" I ask, he nods and I eye his Fall Out Boy hat. "Where's Mark?"

"In the living room with West." he answers, raising an eyebrow at me. I walk up to him and snatch his hat. "Hey!" He whines.

"I'll give it back tomorrow!" I shout, skipping to the stairs. I slip on my Jordan's and walk out of the house to Sam's car. "Where are we going first?"

"Nail salon?" She asks, pulling off, and I nod. "Seat belt." I look down and buckle my seat belt before leaning my seat back and crossing my arms behind my head.

After getting our nails done we went to lunch and just talked. Once finished eating lunch Sam and I went to the movie and that's why I am currently sat on a park bench, lost. You see after the movie Sam got a call from her work, that she needed to come in. She tried to convince me to come with her, but I told her I'd just walk home. Although, a half an hour into this walk I realize I had no idea where I was going.

I tried calling Westly and he wouldn't answers and then I was going to call Mag, but my phone died. Great......

Note the sarcasm......

So now I'm stranded on a random park bench, God knows where, with a dead phone and to top it all off its about to rain...... and I left my jacket in Sam's car. "Humph." I breath standing up. "I have to find some source of transportation or at least a phone booth." I start walking further up the street until I reach a lightly lit alley. Making a rash decision, I walk down the alley until I reach the other side where a large crowd is stood cheering and screaming.

For my own entertainment, I stop and lean against a wall behind the crowd. Many drunken men and a few slutty women make up the crowd. There are at least twenty people, give or take, circling around two guys that seem to be fighting. One of them seems to be around my age maybe a year or two older and the other in their early to mid twenties. I scan the crowd for any familiar faces when my eyes land on a tall blonde. Without thinking I walk over to him and jump on his back. "Hi Kyle!" I chirp.

He stiffens before he goes through a sense of recollection. "Mo daor," he sighs, letting me down. "you scared me."

"Sorry." I retort, leaning against the wall closets to me.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, confusion and worry showing on his face.

"Lost." I answer, kicking a pebble. "What about you?"

"I'm here for Ian's fight." he answers. "You shouldn't be here it's dangerous."

"Ian's a fighter?" I ask, although it does make sense. I mean Mags is a fighter so why wouldn't Ian. Plus he has the build for it.

"Yeah, as I was saying it's dangerous, you shouldn't be here."

"Trust me I'm fine." I shrug. "Could you take me home?"