Put me on the floor (ON HOLD)

Amber's POV





We reach my house in about 5 minutes after we left the tattoo studio.


I feel bad for not saying goodbye to Zayn, but I have to push the thoughts of him aside for now, I have to concentrate on what's waiting for me inside.


I jump out of my car and slam the door before rushing to my front door. I put my hand on the handle and find it open.


What?

I pull it open and hold the gun in front of me as I sneak in.


Once I reach the kitchen i find Justin and Nicole having a make out session on my kitchen island.


"Fuck off," I mutter as I walk to my fridge.


Justin clears his throat as I put my gun on the table before opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

"Where are they?" I ask Nicole as I close the fridge with a bottle of water in my hand.


"They should be here soon." She informs me.

"How do you know they're coming anyway?" I open a drawer and take 2 guns from it, handing Nicole and Justin each one.


"You remember Jasmin that ditched our gang for TR?" She hops off the kitchen island and begins to clean her gun.


How could I forget her? God if she didn't leave, I would have killed her by now. She's annoying as fuck. "Yeah?" I boredly answer.


"We kind of stayed in contact. She phoned me and told me that I have to stay away from your house," she shrugged.


I laugh at her words and give her a simple nod.


"Your tattoo looks amazing, Michelle," Nicole smiles at Michelle before jumping back on the kitchen island again.


"Did you call the rest of gang?"


Just as I ask my front door is heard slamming and I jump to the floor, holding my gun in front of me.


"Chill, it's just us," Dean informs me as he walks into my kitchen with the rest of my gang on his heels.


My gang is much bigger than Keegan's, but I know that if the TR gang got here before they did, we would still have won. I know how to work a gun, and so does Justin and Nicole. Michelle stills needs training, but she's sweet and innocent, so I keep her around because I know I'll need her one day.

My gang all pull out their guns and inserts their bullets, making sure that their guns are in a working condition.


"We probably have to put some loud music on before they get here, just to make sure that the guns doesn't draw too much attention," Dean makes a point.

I look at my gang and start counting them, to make sure that they're all here. And if they're not, well they'll hear it from me later.

1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. 7.. 8.. 9.. 10.. 11.. Michelle.. Dean.. Justin.. Nicole.. Me..
16


Wait, 16?

"Why is there only 16 fucking people here!?" I shout as I slam my gun down on the table.


Everyone jumps and takes a few steps back.

"Well Dianne and Mercy are out of town and Leela isn't answering his phone," Nicole shrugs.


Dean walks to the direction of my living room and seconds later there's loud rock music pumping through my house.





We waited..
And waited..
And waited..
And waited..
And fucking waited..
For 2 hours..
And no one came..




"Where the fuck are they Nicole?" I shout as I pace through my kitchen.


"I don't know," she softly mutters.

"So Jasmin lied to you?" I lift my eyebrow at her.


She shrugs and jumps down from the table.


"We'll all stay here tonight in case they come later," Dean looks at the rest of the gang.


Dean is definitely in second command if I'm not around. He knows how my mind works and he's decisions are good. I trust him with everything if I'm not around. He's the only one who won't make a mess of things.


Zayn crept into my thoughts again. In what life has brown eyes been as beautiful as his?

Notes

"Some people are so poor, all they have is money."