The Possessive Gang Leaders Princess

What Did The Locker Do To You?!?!

AG Days wasn't even open yet, like everything was set up but you couldn't do anything. So I met a few friends there, and we were just walking.

Well, when we got thirsty, we asked for a water, which was free, and they said, "No, we don't open till 5 tonight."

I was sitting there like, I will slap the what out yo ass!!! Ugh! IT WAS JUST A COUPLE OF FREE WATER BOTTLES!!!

anyways, i just got home, and now I'm waiting for 5 to come so I can go. So, I decided to write you a short chapter.

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Trus' POV.

Alex hit it off with my new found friends, and we were all laughing.

"I still can't believe you're still addicted to Brisk." Alex said shaking his head.

"How can I not?! It's the best thing ever!" I say after taking a drink.

Before he could answer, the bimbo and here minions sashayed over here. They stood right next to Alex.

"You new here?" She asked.

Huh, I just realized, I don't know her actual name. Oh wait! Yes I do! Bimbo slut! Pshh, how could I forget?!

"Yes." Alex responded looking at her. One of the best parts about living where we did, was you can catch sluts, liars, fakes and all that shit in the blink of an eye.

"What's a sexy guy like you, doing with bitches like them?" She sneered the last part.

No one can lie, Alex was hot. Wide shoulders, dirty blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, high cheek bones, sharp jaw, muscles, and tall as fuck.

Immediately, me and Alex stood up. Side by side we crossed our arms. "Say what bitch?" I was the first to speak.

"Who you calling a bitch, hoe?" Alex asked.

"You don't have to stick up for her just because she's weak and can't stick up for herself. You can come sit with us?" She asked the last sentence batting her eyelashes.

Me and Alex laugh. "Her? Can't stick up for herself?" Alex asked, laughing again.

I laugh, "Him? Go sit with you? Really hoe? Pretty sure Alex here don't want no fucking STDS. And even if he did, I'm sure he'd want one from someone decent looking." I say. People in earshot burst into laughter.

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" She yells and everyone quiets.

"I've had enough of you." She says pointing at me, her STD filled finger in my face.

"Feelings are mutual hoe, but," I turn around and grab a napkin. I have her finger and lower it, "keep your nasty fingers out my face before I brake one of your prescious nails." I sarcastically smile at her.

"First, you humiliate me, then you try and steel my man, and now, you're accusing me of having STDS?!?" She huffs.

"Ain't nothing about it an accusation." I respond.

"Ugh!" She says.

"Okay, look, this has been fun and all, but," I looks down at my imaginary watch on my wrist, "we need to wrap this up. And as I've said before, shut up or swing bitch!" I reply.

I hear Alex mumbled, "West side."

She narrowed her eyes at me. Then, she slaps me and as she removed her hand, I felt her fake nails drag across my cheek.

Looking back at her, I chuckle. Alex had backed away because he knew I was about to kick some bitchy ass.

"Ya know, when I said swing, I meant throw a punch. Not a slap." And with that, i threw my fist at her face. I grabbed her fake hair, and got her on her knees. Which wasn't an unusual stance for her.