The Fighter (AU/Punk)
Chapter 2
I shimmy into the tight black dress and examine myself in the mirror. I apply the finishing touches to my makeup and slip into my tall red heels.
Let's do this.
I walk out of my small apartment with swaying hips. As I walk towards my car a few guys yell things at me.
Idiots.
Carlos said that the entire gang would be at a club called Ripper tonight. So that's where I need to be. Apparently they have made successful contact with Zayn so he knows who I am. I unlock my new undercover ops car, a shiny black Camry, and hop in gracefully, keeping my knees together.
Carlos and Daniel made me take a crash course on all things One Direction. There are five main members, Harry, Louis, Niall, Liam, and Zayn. Harry's the leader of the group and by far the most terrifying. Louis is Harry's right hand man and best friend, but Harry has him totally whipped. Niall seems to be the nicest one of the bunch (which isn't saying a whole lot). And Liam is a big question mark. It's speculated that he's the most mature of the group but that's all we can really say. Obviously Zayn is the quiet one, watching and waiting.
We also delved a little into the gangs past. And let me tell you it was some scary shit. We assume that they are responsible for at least 12 murders in the past year, but there is absolutely no evidence to back it up. That's the scary thing about these guys. They're smart.
I pull up to the pulsating club, handing my key off to valet. Nice place. Not the place you'd think a gang would hang out, more like a college yacht owner. I push my chest out and sashay right past the never ending line. A few female voices protest but the males are all distracted by something that has to do with this dress.
I walk right up to the large bouncer and he eyes me appraisingly.
"Name?" He asks with genuine curiosity.
"Oh sweetie my name isn't gonna be on that list," I say sexily. He clears his throat as I touch his arm and pout. "But what do you say you do me this one favor," I whisper into his ear.
"Um," he clears his voice once more. "Go on in," he grumbles, not making eye contact with me. I kiss his cheek hastily and flounce into the thriving club.
Okay. If I were a gang where would I hang out? In a corner somewhere maybe? I glance around at the tables but don't see anyone I recognize from the countless pictures I was shown earlier. I push my way through the crowd to get to the bar. A man hastily stands and offers me his stool when I come close. I smile at him graciously and sit down. He looks like he's about to say something before an angry looking girl starts walking towards us. He runs off quickly. I chuckle to myself. Poor guy.
"Hello miss welcome to Ripper, what can I get you to drink?" A pretty bad tender with long red hair asks me politely.
"Three shots of tequila," I say clearly and she moves away to get my drinks. I glance across the bar and see a group of men standing around and talking. A few girls are flirting their asses off and it's working out quite well from what I can see.
I found One Direction.
I observe them without being noticed. A brunette girl with lots of tattoos is whispering something in the guy I recognize as Louis's ear. He closes his eyes for a moment as she whispers. Niall and Zayn are talking to each other loudly and laughing, attracting a few wandering females eyes. Liam is leaning against the bar smoothly, chatting up a girl with violet hair and fake eyelashes. When I can tell that they're fake from this distance it's not a good sign. My eyes lastly travel to a man with curly brown hair, a bottle blonde has her stringy arms wrapped around his neck as she perches on his lap. She giggles a lot and he's beginning to look annoyed.
The bartender comes back with my shots. I down all three in record time and feel the warm liquid enter my blood stream as I get confidently to my feet. There's two guys standing right next to the gang, scanning the dancing bodies greedily, looking for a hot girl. Instead of going right up to the gang, I approach these losers.
Their eyes widen as they check me out. It takes all my Will power not to peek over and see if any of the gang members have noticed. I lean in close to the cuter of the two.
"Hey handsome," I whisper flirtatiously in his ear. I move my body super close to him but leave about a centimeter of space so that we aren't touching. It drives guys crazy.
"Hey beautiful," the guy says smoothly, recovering from the trance my proximity put him under. "You come here often?"
I roll my eyes and groan internally. Is that really the best pick up line this guy has? No wonder he was standing here alone.
"My first time actually," I whisper and flash him a smile, stepping away.
The mans eyes narrow at something behind me, I begin to turn to see what it is but am stopped by two hands being placed on my hips.
"Back off man," the guy I was talking to threatens. If the person behind me is who I think it is then that was a mistake.
"Why would I do that?" A cheeky voice says from behind me.
"Because she was talking to me," the guy says roughly, his friend nodding in agreement.
"Well now she's with me," the voice behind me says like a threat. "So might I suggest that you back off."
The guy still looks pissed until his friend points to the tattoos on the forearm wrapped around me. Both men pale.
"Alright man," the guy says defensively. "You can have her."
Wow. Did he really just knowingly hand me over to a gang member? What a gentleman.
One of the arms around me drops and the man leads me the few feet to where the gang is sitting with one arm around my waist. I glance up and am met with bright green eyes and a mess of curly brown hair. He flashes a smile at me and I see his dimples. I can see why he has girls fawning over him. I mean he is pretty damn hot. The cute dimples and curls balance out the tough tattoos and piercings nicely. For some reason it works.
"What's your name?" He whispers huskily in my ear, stopping a few feet shy of the rest of the gang. I look into his beautiful eyes.
"Sage," I say steadily, meeting his gaze.
"Sage?" He scoffs at my name. "Such an innocent name," he says, his green eyes traveling up and down my body. Determining if my name suits my personality.
"An innocent name," I say strongly and stand up a little straighter. "But I can assure you, I'm not an innocent girl."
At this he grins evilly and leads me back to the rest of the gang.
"What's yours?" I ask when we're in earshot of the rest of the people.
"Harry," he says deeply.
This is it. There's no turning back now.
Let's do this.
I walk out of my small apartment with swaying hips. As I walk towards my car a few guys yell things at me.
Idiots.
Carlos said that the entire gang would be at a club called Ripper tonight. So that's where I need to be. Apparently they have made successful contact with Zayn so he knows who I am. I unlock my new undercover ops car, a shiny black Camry, and hop in gracefully, keeping my knees together.
Carlos and Daniel made me take a crash course on all things One Direction. There are five main members, Harry, Louis, Niall, Liam, and Zayn. Harry's the leader of the group and by far the most terrifying. Louis is Harry's right hand man and best friend, but Harry has him totally whipped. Niall seems to be the nicest one of the bunch (which isn't saying a whole lot). And Liam is a big question mark. It's speculated that he's the most mature of the group but that's all we can really say. Obviously Zayn is the quiet one, watching and waiting.
We also delved a little into the gangs past. And let me tell you it was some scary shit. We assume that they are responsible for at least 12 murders in the past year, but there is absolutely no evidence to back it up. That's the scary thing about these guys. They're smart.
I pull up to the pulsating club, handing my key off to valet. Nice place. Not the place you'd think a gang would hang out, more like a college yacht owner. I push my chest out and sashay right past the never ending line. A few female voices protest but the males are all distracted by something that has to do with this dress.
I walk right up to the large bouncer and he eyes me appraisingly.
"Name?" He asks with genuine curiosity.
"Oh sweetie my name isn't gonna be on that list," I say sexily. He clears his throat as I touch his arm and pout. "But what do you say you do me this one favor," I whisper into his ear.
"Um," he clears his voice once more. "Go on in," he grumbles, not making eye contact with me. I kiss his cheek hastily and flounce into the thriving club.
Okay. If I were a gang where would I hang out? In a corner somewhere maybe? I glance around at the tables but don't see anyone I recognize from the countless pictures I was shown earlier. I push my way through the crowd to get to the bar. A man hastily stands and offers me his stool when I come close. I smile at him graciously and sit down. He looks like he's about to say something before an angry looking girl starts walking towards us. He runs off quickly. I chuckle to myself. Poor guy.
"Hello miss welcome to Ripper, what can I get you to drink?" A pretty bad tender with long red hair asks me politely.
"Three shots of tequila," I say clearly and she moves away to get my drinks. I glance across the bar and see a group of men standing around and talking. A few girls are flirting their asses off and it's working out quite well from what I can see.
I found One Direction.
I observe them without being noticed. A brunette girl with lots of tattoos is whispering something in the guy I recognize as Louis's ear. He closes his eyes for a moment as she whispers. Niall and Zayn are talking to each other loudly and laughing, attracting a few wandering females eyes. Liam is leaning against the bar smoothly, chatting up a girl with violet hair and fake eyelashes. When I can tell that they're fake from this distance it's not a good sign. My eyes lastly travel to a man with curly brown hair, a bottle blonde has her stringy arms wrapped around his neck as she perches on his lap. She giggles a lot and he's beginning to look annoyed.
The bartender comes back with my shots. I down all three in record time and feel the warm liquid enter my blood stream as I get confidently to my feet. There's two guys standing right next to the gang, scanning the dancing bodies greedily, looking for a hot girl. Instead of going right up to the gang, I approach these losers.
Their eyes widen as they check me out. It takes all my Will power not to peek over and see if any of the gang members have noticed. I lean in close to the cuter of the two.
"Hey handsome," I whisper flirtatiously in his ear. I move my body super close to him but leave about a centimeter of space so that we aren't touching. It drives guys crazy.
"Hey beautiful," the guy says smoothly, recovering from the trance my proximity put him under. "You come here often?"
I roll my eyes and groan internally. Is that really the best pick up line this guy has? No wonder he was standing here alone.
"My first time actually," I whisper and flash him a smile, stepping away.
The mans eyes narrow at something behind me, I begin to turn to see what it is but am stopped by two hands being placed on my hips.
"Back off man," the guy I was talking to threatens. If the person behind me is who I think it is then that was a mistake.
"Why would I do that?" A cheeky voice says from behind me.
"Because she was talking to me," the guy says roughly, his friend nodding in agreement.
"Well now she's with me," the voice behind me says like a threat. "So might I suggest that you back off."
The guy still looks pissed until his friend points to the tattoos on the forearm wrapped around me. Both men pale.
"Alright man," the guy says defensively. "You can have her."
Wow. Did he really just knowingly hand me over to a gang member? What a gentleman.
One of the arms around me drops and the man leads me the few feet to where the gang is sitting with one arm around my waist. I glance up and am met with bright green eyes and a mess of curly brown hair. He flashes a smile at me and I see his dimples. I can see why he has girls fawning over him. I mean he is pretty damn hot. The cute dimples and curls balance out the tough tattoos and piercings nicely. For some reason it works.
"What's your name?" He whispers huskily in my ear, stopping a few feet shy of the rest of the gang. I look into his beautiful eyes.
"Sage," I say steadily, meeting his gaze.
"Sage?" He scoffs at my name. "Such an innocent name," he says, his green eyes traveling up and down my body. Determining if my name suits my personality.
"An innocent name," I say strongly and stand up a little straighter. "But I can assure you, I'm not an innocent girl."
At this he grins evilly and leads me back to the rest of the gang.
"What's yours?" I ask when we're in earshot of the rest of the people.
"Harry," he says deeply.
This is it. There's no turning back now.
I guess you won't update any time soon, or at all.. am I right? I just want to say that it's an amazing and unusual story and it definitely deserves a proper ending.. but I understand that you are busy.. it's a shame, though..
4/12/15