Chapter 29:


School, school, school. But to be more specific, fuck, fuck, fuck. College fucking sucks, and I'll be the first to tell you that. It's so much harder than you expect, or at least it is when you are in a gang. The projects are bigger and the deadlines closer. But you know what makes everything just a little just harder? When you show up to your Greek mythology class, and Harry, the near college graduate, is sitting in your spot.

I was already feeling anxious and nervous about this. "Ah, Mr. Ortiz, why is Harry in my spot?" I called my professor over.

"Well, it seems you too have already met. Then there should be no problem sitting next to Mr. Styles." Mr. Ortiz smiled an old, wrinkly grin. I hate the way his twisted little theories work.

I pulled Harry in close by the collar of his shirt. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" I whispered angerly into his ear. Whatever stunt he is trying to pull, is not going to be continuing long.

"I'm in class, why do students go to school? To learn. C'mon Paris, I thought you were smarter than that." Harry nudged me and sat back in his seat as class began.

All throughout the hour and a half, Harry was the teachers pet. He answered all the questions crabby old Mr. Ortiz asked, and even corrected the corrupt man. Mr. Ortiz prazed him each time, complaining to the rest of us about our lack of knowledge and participants. Second by second Harry was taunting me, and he knew that damn well I was getting annoyed by it. Each time he would poke me with an overly joyous smile. And I swear to god, if I get one option to wipe that damn smirk off of his arrogant face, I'm going to smother it.

"Come on love, what's the matter?" Harry playfully pushed me as we walked down the hallways to my next class. His smirk made me want to throw up. It sickened me how pleased he is with himself right now.

"Like I asked you before, what the hell do you think you were doing?" I was so annoyed.

"Well I figured that you're gonna be busy with school, so why not take a class so we can be together?" Harry smiled, his dimples concaved deep.

"I feel like that is a twisted story." I took a deep breathe. "But how did you even get enrolled so fast? And accepted?" We walked out of the old building and into the school courtyard.

"It's a long story, and you have class. A dull class, because I won't be there, but a class none the less. Harry winked and started to pull out his keys. "I've got to go love, text me when your class is over and I'll pick you up, or have Lou if I'm busy." Harry wrapped his arm over my fave so I couldn't see and gave me a quick peck on the forehead. I waved good bye and started towards class.

My math teacher droned on about equations and shit, while I counted the minutes. Thankfully, time was on my side, when I got a text from Harry. It read:

> Picking you up in two minutes, get ready <<br>
I packed my books and folders up, collected my assignment from the student teacher, and took off towards the buildings lot. I heard the low rumble if Harry's revved up engine before it even rolled into sight. Harry didn't even bother to slow down, speeding his way to the curb before an abrupt stop. "Get in, I'm in a rush." Harry held a scowl. And in seven minutes we were home to our building, Which is thirteen minutes too early.

I pulled Lou aside when in the lobby,"What's going on?" But from the look on her face, it wasn't going to be good.

"The Noxious, they're coming." Lou was breathless, running back to her job of clothing everyone and dealing out armor.

Niall grabbed my arm and yanked me to the stairwell. "You're not going." His arms tightly gripped my arms and then weaves threw his hair nervously as he paced. "Stay here and go lock yourself in your room. They are coming and they will be raiding." Niall stopped for a minute.

"The Noxious? What makes them so dangerous? Why is everyone freaking out so much, how much worse are they than the other gangs?" We're a gang of teenagers. The average age of 19 or 20. We shouldn't be running around stuck in gang battles, or whatever you call them.

"It's in the name, Noxious- morally harmful; corrupting; pernicious." Niall paced some more. "This is Harry's father's gang. All this gang has ever wanted is to stop The Noxious. They kill for fun, torture just for laughs. Richard killed Harry's mom infront of him, that was kill number one. That killed Harry." Niall stuffed his hands in his army jacket. "Harry formed this to get Richard back. He killed Harry and his mom, now harry wants to kill him."

I took Harry's history into note. "So why can't I go?" That was still oblivious to me.

"Richard will kill you. Sounds dramatic, I know. You have only had a dash of this lifestyle. But he will kill you, he killed his own wife, keep that in mind." Niall was getting anxious and the noise from outside the metal door seemed to grow.

"I'm coming. I know you don't want me to get hurt and I don't want to either. But I'm not gonna sit here and wait for word of my friends' death." I argued back.

"You made a commitment to this, and I am giving you an order to stay here! You agreed to listen and follow commands, now do it." Niall shouted, running his finger threw his hair again.

"But I also commited to represent harry, and I'm not taking the easy way out. I went through training that none of you know about. I'm going, Niall." I gave him a hug and ran down the stairs.

Everyone is wearing army green, black leather or jeans, and combat boots. Fortunately I was able to find extra items that fit me, down in Lou's storage room. I was going in whether they wanted me there or not.

Much to my luck, we were not driving to this unknown location. And snagging extra weapons were easy. Now it was just a matter of blending in and figuring out the whole "game plan" through casual small talk.

But unfortunitly a wrench was thrown into my plan. Harry, intercepted me on my way out of the building. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Harry gritted his death and threw me back.

"I'm going with you guys." I tried to shake his tight grip on my wrists. "Now let me go." His grasp is going to bruise my boney little arm.

"I don't think you fully understand this whole gang thing completely. And I'm not about to go over this with you. Just keep your little ass here and wait for us to come home." Harry's voice was stern, his eyes were daggers.

I leaned in and gave him a strong and deep kiss, momentarily distracting him. His he on my slipped when he moved his hand to pin me up against the wall. And I slithered through his tangled limbs, hold my gun up ti him as I started running backward. "Try and make me stay here again and I won't hesitate to shoot you." I tossed him a wink and held my aimed, meanwhile running with the others down the back streets.

Later On...

Harry is somewhere in the building, along with everyone else. But me, I'm absolutely alone. We're all in this parking ramp like warehouse. Craits are placed sparatically around the levels, along with black tinted cars, and baracades. So like an old paintball arena. Except for the idea here. I was told this was to meet Z,Y, X, like the French representatives that would speak to America when the leader if France didn't want to, real original I know. However, since being here, I learned The Noxious are not here, but some other gang, one of their allies,Necrosis, are here. So really one of the most lethal gangs is not here, but the second is. Still that supports my point of that I could handle coming tonight.

Now I sit stationed in the basement of the ramp, underneath a parked car. All the lights were lit, but still this place had an eerie feeling about it. Silence and no movement normally seems nice but here you dread it. I haven't seen or heard anyone for over two hours max. Which is actually a long time, not many accounts can you have two gangs together for that long without a gun going off.

And all of a sudden soothingly gripped my ankle. The blood boiled with the touch while i froze. And the hand yanked me back, dragging me along the concrete pavement. I angled my gun and what my guess would be the attackers head, and placed my hand in the trigger, unlocking the safety.

When I emerged into the light I saw a chiseled face. It seemed like a face you have seen in a magazine. The perfect face with dark hair and a little stubble. Dressed to impress. And in those few seconds of adoration, my gun was swiped, being kicked across the ramp.

The next part was abhorrent. The man handcuffed my hands I front of me and ripped my army jacket wide open, slashing the buttons and ripping the sleeves. My shirt now hung open, half of my arms exposed with my whole torso. The man latchet himself on my, sucking my neck and slowing non-chalently dragged my away from my position. I know what he's doing. Seducing me so it will be easier for him to take me in on his side. But I hated his dirty touch on me.

I tripped over my own feet, allowing him to get a tight hold on me. Soon we were in the facility booth. Blacked out windows with blinds and locked doors. Chilling and musty cramped and uncomfortable.

His fingers danced on my hips, tickling my sides against my will. His lips still glued to my skin, he was getting pleasure out of this, while I was getting disgusted. I flung myself against the glass pounding on it hard when I heard a noise on the other side. Throwing a chair at every mans weak point, I was able to walk right out. Dumbass forgot to lock the door.

"Paris?" Niall shouted, picking up my gun from across the ramp.

"Yeah." He spun around frantically while I casually walked towards him. "Thanks." I smiled and took my gun back. "What did you need?" Just then the man came anger lay out of the room, furiously yelling. And In one swift motion I turned to him and shot his thigh. "I think we're done here."

Niall nodded and escorted me out, still clutching his gun as we ran towards Harry and the others. "What the hell?" Harry turned, forcefully away from everyone to us two.

"Some guy, but Paris got away safely, even shot him in the thigh." Niall spoke on behalf of my torn and ripped clothes.

"Why does every fucking guy get to touch her and always her?" Harry was fuming. "Except for me." He added under his breath.

"Well unfortunately there are better odds of all of us being looked or touched like that tomorrow, so better prepare yourself Styles." Bailey purred and started pressing herself on harry.

"You're staying home, you're the last person who needs to go out." Harry nudged her back, hard, with his elbow. That put a smug smile on my face, seeing Harry reject and insult Bailey infront of everyone.

"I'm going to that gala. No way I'm missing out on some ball!" Bailey crossed her manicured her hands and pouted.

"Fine. I don't care." Harry grumbled and began leading our large group home. "Girls will have to get dresses early tomorrow, classy and show stopping, while being elegant and blending in."

"Noted." Lou whistled and continued on down the pavement.

"So what is this, some big like convention of gangs?" I turned to Niall, who was now on my left.

"Not really. As like any ball, you only know why you're there. You don't or shouldn't know anyone besides the people you are meeting there. Everyone is there for different things, the real fun is trying to figure out what they all specialize in." Niall smiled, his perfect teeth gleaming in the dark night.

"So no James Bond hidden poker where everyone is trying to take someone down, and they all think it's someone else when it's really the same guy?" I had really only seem like one movie in the series but hopefully what I said had some real movie motives.

"Nope, poker is not their gamble of choice." Niall turned a bit more serious.

"So no hidden rooms?" I pretended to be sad.

"I didn't say that... Every room, hallway, bathroom, bar , closet, cupboard, you name it, has a camera watching everything that goes on. And there are people in rooms vigilanting certain movements. They are documenting and examining your every step." Niall remained facing foreward, all serious. "I know Harry says this all the time, but earnestly, no messing around or funny business unless you are dragged into it."

I knew he was stressing that because I had disobeyed orders ready to come here. And that type of behavior would not be tolerated tomorrow. But fortunately that obedient and quite girl I ditched once I landed a spot here, still remained hidden inside. If this all goes as Harry and the rest of the group has planned, there should be no trouble.

As the night cared on we safely made our way home. Without any issues or conflicts everyone dispersed into their separate rooms, heading off to sleep. Tomorrow we had a long day and night ahead of us, and sleep is long overdue. And I can't say I haven't dreamt of attending a ball. Only this one had much more danger than a pumpkin carriage. Still, I think it's safe to say, atleast half of the girls tonight will be dreaming about that special ball we all planned as children.

Notes

I might update once more before I leave next Monday... We will see! Sorry you had to wait so long! I got really sick the last week of school. But The Noxious are here...

xoxo
-E

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