(SIGNED AND PUBLISHED ON POPINK) He's mean. He's tough. He's dangerous. He's a playboy. And most of all,he has extreme obsession for cheesecake. That is Callisto Worthington, son of Chip Worthington, the most powerful and feared gang lord of the entire west coast of United States of America. On the day of father's 35th year of reign, he announced that he will be retiring and the next in line was Callisto. He was utterly in cloud 9 but his mood was dampen when his father said there is catch. He needs to finish his last year in high school in order to be fully eligible to run the gang. He was outraged. He was 20 years old and going back would be embarrassing. If he doesn't finish, his father will pass the responsibility to his older brother, Cain, a college graduate and in the works of being a doctor. Callisto didn't want his brother to rule the gang. He didn't have the strong stomach for violence like he did and a big wuss. So he decided to grant his fathers wishes. It will be one hell of an experience for Callisto since he dropped out of high school a long time ago. Would it still be the same than before? He's in for a big surprise as he encounter hardships and who knows, he might find a girl he could fall in love with at the side.

I sniffled slightly, it was so quiet in the near empty room that I could hear the sound sort of echo. "Do you think about me still?" "Thinking About You", my favorite song- except I didn't sing it. I said it wistfully. I hoped it would bounce of the wall and come back to me. I heard a footstep, and then the next lines followed, in a low sing-song voice. "Do ya, Do ya?" It scared the hell out of me,but I didn't move. I sat in silence looking towards the doorway, "When you sing to the walls it sounds like they're saying they love you too." The voice again, solemnly, sadly. It reminded me of myself. "I'm over here, silly." she giggled- it was a girl's voice. My heart was still on a hundred and ten. "Who..?" "Jocelyn, it's me. Adrianna." Oh. Adrianna...I used to talk to her a lot freshman year. But Sophomore year, this year, we hadn't had any classes together and never saw each other in the hallways so our relationship had deteriorated. Then it got quiet again, silent. Like every molecule and every element in the room had just suddenly stopped dead. It had become uncomfortable, unnatural. I realized she had been here the whole time, longer than me. "So what are you doing here, Jocelyn....?" Even more uncomfortable. I didn't know if I could trust her. I mean, I had nothing against her but... She asked again. I cleared my throat. My hands started shaking, they always shake. They always betray me. "I um, Uh......"