Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

What do get when you have a Romeo and a Juliet who are a part of rival gangs? Chaos. He was a Suicidal and she was a Homewrecker, never to get into contact with one another, unless there was violence involved. But with two lovebirds forced to hate each other; tension rises, secrets are kept, and it becomes a rollercoaster of hell for the two rival gang members.

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2. Suspicions Part 1

Ashley was acting weird ever since we met Harry. Once we left the shop, she stayed quiet, claiming one of the Suicidals would be listening to our conversation, even though we were on our own territory. But even when we got home, she didn't say a word.

I thought about Harry through dinner and now, as I laid on my stomach doing my homework on my bed. His curly brown hair, his beautiful blue-ish green eyes, how skinny and muscular he was. He was like a dream and I wanted to see him again badly.

"I know what you're thinking about," Ashley walked into the room brushing her teeth. She always looked pretty even in just a tank top and pajama shorts.

"What?" I continued to work on my Algebra.

"Harry."

I scoffed. "I'm more worried about our Algebra quiz on Friday, than some boy."

"Are you breaking the Homewrecker rule?" she asked sitting next to me on my bed. "Lying to a fellow Homewrecker is prohibited you know."

I rolled my eyes. I knew rules are something everyone has to follow but my god, Ashley always took them seriously. I've know Ashley since I was 9, when Marina and Charlie took me under their wing. She left her neglectful adoptive parents and found a better home, here. Even then she stuck to the rules.

"He's cute and all but I have a bad feeling about him," she sighed, still brushing her teeth.

I ignored her. "We'll find out tomorrow at breakfast," she sat up from the bed and went into the bathroom.

I looked up from my work. Were we going to spy on him? It wouldn't be the first that we've spied on people before.

When the Suicidals joined and started terrorizing us, we spied on them for a week, making profiles of each member. The only time we spy on someone is if they are a Suicidal and I refused to believe he could possibly be one. He looked too....innocent. I'm sure he's done bad things but the Suicidals were a bunch of no good assholes who should've stayed where they came from.

"Marina got the picture of him and you that I took today and she's gonna send some girls out tonight to watch him."

I got up off the bed and ran out of the room to the top floor. I banged on Marina's door until she finally opened it.

"What?!" Marina swung open the door. Her white hair was in a sloppy high ponytail and she had on a black night gown.

"We need to talk," I said scared.

Marina softened up. "I swear I thought you were Brit with another theory about how to trash the Suicidals house. I need a break sometimes," she laughed.

She walked into her room, which was the biggest in the eight-room house. Having a room to herself, she had space for a piano, which stayed in the middle of the room. Her queen sized bed sat on the right, next to her wooden bookcase, her bathroom and walk-in closet on the opposite side.

"So what's up, cat?" she smiled sitting on the black piano bench.

"Well that guy Ashley and I met-"

"Oh. You're little crush," she smirked as she started to play the piano.

"No," I denied. "I mean yes.....about the guy. But not about the crush part. I mean he is cute but-"

Marina looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Anyways," I sat next to her on the bench. "I really don't think we need to send some girls out to spy on him."

"He's a Suicidal."

The way she said it was as if it is was just nothing. I wouldn't say I loved him but there was something that pulled me to him and I never went through this feeling before.

"Or so my gut tells me," she never looked up from the piano.

I took a deep breath. "So you aren't sure?"

"Which is why Brit, Charli, and Liz are gonna go follow him. My gut never stirred me wrong."

I looked away from her. Her gut never did stir her wrong. From the moment we met Louis and his friends, her gut warned us that things would go wrong from that day on...and she was right.

"Oh," I looked down at the piano keys.

"If at breakfast, the girls don't find out anything about him....you can go ahead and do what you want," I started to smile widely. "But if he is, what I think he is, you are to never step even a foot near him. I don't care if he sits next to you. Avoid him at all cost."

I hugged her tightly and got up. I walked out of the room and peered back inside to see her continue to play Beethoven on the piano. "Just so we're clear," I started to say.

"You don't like him," Marina said, I could sense the humor in her tone. "For now stay clear of him until things are figured out."

I shut the door and started to walk back down the stairs to the second floor where Ashley and I shared a room. "Hey Allison."

I turned around. "Charlie."

"Look, I'm sorry about earlier today. Again. At school this time " Charlie looked down at her Converse.

I shook my head. "It's whatever." I continued to walk down the steps. I didn't bother to turn around and look at her. "Whatever happens tonight. Whatever you find out...don't bother telling me."

When I got to my room Ashley was finishing my homework. "Thought I'd finish this while you try to change Mari's mind."

"Which didn't work," I sat on my bed next to her. "But let's hope he's not who she thinks he is."

"Oh, a Suicidal?" Ashley sat up on my bed. "He totally is but considering how stubborn you are, you'll get to see for yourself."

She closed the book and went to her bed. As she turned off her bed light, I couldn't help but ask how everyone but me seemed to see that.

"Because it's puppy love. You only see the good about him which is his looks....but let's be honest, looks can be deceiving."

"I don't love him. I don't even like him," I defended myself. A pillow hit me on the back of my head.

"Just go to bed," Ashley groaned.

I pushed my books off the bed and got under the covers. I could hear the few girls going down the stairs to go out for their "mission". I couldn't stop pushing Harry out of my mind. Sure, he had an accent, but that didn't mean he was friends with the Suicidals. It was his curly hair that he flipped a lot that made him stick out and show ne how much a good guy he must be.

"Go to bed Cat," Ashley spoke in the darkness. "We have school in the morning.

I stopped squirming under the sheets. All of these thoughts gave me a headache. Maybe sleep will do me good.

As I got up and ready for the day, I could hear someone walking by my door. I dried my hair, slipped on my white crop top, gray sweatpants, and black Doc Martens. I grabbed my black skateboard and slipped out of the room before Ashley woke up and noticed.

"Hey!" a voice whispered to me. I had already been down the flight of stairs and at the door when I turned around.

"Justin."

His smirk gave me shivers. "Where's your shirt?" I quickly glanced at his toned chest.

"You're sister happens to be wearing it," he winked at me. I rolled my eyes in disgust. "So, who you sneaking off at 5 in the morning to see?"

"None of your damn business. And I advise you put on a shirt."

He slowly walked up to me. I moved closer to the door, keeping my distance from him. "If you're still horny, I suggest you go back upstairs to Charlie. I'm off the list."

I tried to push him away to get outside but he suddenly slammed his arm onto the door. His face got closer to mine. "You're not off the list unless I fucking say you are. Got it, bitch?"

I spat in his face and pushed him to the side, running out the back door in the kitchen. I jumped over the fence and ran as fast as I could before I felt I was far enough.

"What an asshole."

I hopped onto my skateboard and placed my headphones in my ears. I listened to James Blake and Charli Xcx as I rode around for the past hour.

"OUCH!" I yelled as I felt my arm yanked from me. I kicked up my board and caught it, hitting my attacker with it.

"Would you fucking stop?!"

"Harry?" I asked silently. I moved my hair out of my face to see it was the same curly-haired Harry that I met yesterday, except his hair was pushed back and he had a worried look on his face.

"Yeah. I was just trying to talk to you but you couldn't seem to hear me," he let go of me and started rubbing his arm.

"Sorry," I frowned. "I don't hurt people unless it's intentionally."

He smiled widely. "You're so cute when you frown."

What?

"So, you want some tea? It's peppermint," he pointed to a light blue, two story family house. "I was about to make some. It's inside."

For now stay clear of him until things are figured out.

Marina would kill me if she knew what I was doing. "Sure," I responded.

I walked behind him into the house carefully. The inside was nothing that I prepared myself for.

Everything was modern and resembled how the inside of my house looked. I could tell he lived here by himself, or he didn't have a girlfriend. There were a few empty beer bottles on the living room table and the shirt he wasn't wearing was sprawled out on the floor next to the couch.

Maybe he did have a girlfriend and they just got into an argument.

After everyone seemed to have kept thinking he may be a Suicidal and I started to fall under that suspicion, I would've assumed the house would give me some sort of clue.

"So," I started to say as he lead me to the back of the house. We walked into the kitchen, which was really big and had two clear slide-in doors that lead to an even bigger backyard.

"You hungry?" I turned from looking outside to see Harry pulling out eggs and pancake mix out from the fridge and cupboard.

"A little bit, but I don't think you-know-who would be too happy to see me in a kitchen with a shirtless you."

He looked up from under the counter where he pulled out two pans. "He won't be here for a while, so you're fine."

I scrunched my eyebrows. "So it's a he?" I asked. "That's perfect."

I'm into a gay guy. Man the guys I'm picking are starting to get worse by the day.

"Wait," he looked at my face. "You don't think I'm gay, do you?"

I couldn't respond. He placed the eggs back down on the table and walked over to me. He moved my hair behind my ears.
"If that was the case, then I wouldn't have been inviting you into my house and making you breakfast."

"I figured you were making it for you and your girlfriend and I just so happened to be skating by," I stood frozen looking up into his eyes.

Right now I wanted to push him up against the wall and make out with him. I had other sexual things in mind but it was way too early for that to happen. I could sense that he saw the lust in my eyes as he lowered his hand down to my hip. He bit his lips and I so badly wanted to feel what they would feel like against mine.

"I should make you that tea," his raspy voice whispered.

"Yeah," I whispered. "The uh, peppermint one."

He smiled at me and then walked over to the stove. I sat on top of the island that was in between the stove, counters, and fridge. Harry started to boil some water and prepare the eggs and pancakes.

I swung my feet and checked the time on my phone. 5:15 I still have some time before everyone in the house wakes up and I'm "missing" from the breakfast table.

"So why are you up so early?" I asked.

"Couldn't really sleep. Some people were following me last night."

Oh shit.

I shook my head and frowned. "That's awful. Do you know why they were?"

I stared the muscles on his back as he was now pouring the batter into the pan. "No. I was gonna visit one of my friends since he was throwing a party but I was being followed and it freaked me out so I came home."

"Oh," I looked down at my shoes. "I heard that's been happening lately at school."

"Ah, so you're in school," Harry's main focus was on not burning the pancakes.

"Well duh," I rolled my eyes. "I'm fifteen."

He turned his head slightly to look at me and then focused his attention back on the pancakes. "That still scares me."

I focused on him. "What is that supposed to mean?" Was it the way I dressed? I tried my best not to look like a premature slut at most times. Unless I was out on a mission and it called for me to pretend to be some 18 year old whore.

"When I first saw you, I assumed you were a lot older. Figured you were just yanking my chain when you told me that you were only fifteen."

He moved from the stove and I could see the huge stack of pancakes on a plate he seemed to be covering. He grabbed a plate and handed it to me, then took two pancakes and placed them on my plate.

"I thought, maybe if I get to know you better, maybe you'd actually tell me your real age. Guess I was foolish."

"It's totally fine," I shook it off. "When I go on missions, I'm always accused of being much older than what I really am."

"Missions?" Harry looked at me confused.

Oh shit.

I hopped off the island and stood in front of him. "There's something I need to tell you. I'm only going to say it because I really like you and honestly, even though I'm a bit young, I still want to hang out with you...so what I'm trying to say is-"

Knock Knock

I peered out of the kitchen to make sure what I heard for sure was the front door. I started to walk to the door.

"Oh that must be Lou, he's a bit early." Harry brushed past me and walked to the door.

I stopped in my tracks. "Lou? Lou, what?"

He looked through the peep hole before looking back at me. "Louis. Louis Tomlinson. You know him?"

I hesitantly shook my head. Harry can't know that I know who Louis is; he'd just start asking multiple questions. And the same guy, the one who was so close to possibly killing me was at the front door.

"Well you'll love him, he's a swell guy," he smiled widely. "He's the guy I told you about who had the party." 

Harry's focused went back on the door and he quickly ran to the couch to put on his shirt. "You can wait in the kitchen I'll introduce you two."

"Sure thing."

I dashed into the kitchen and grabbed my skateboard. The voices were getting closer and louder and I knew if I didn't get out of here somehow, I was screwed. I unlocked the screen door to the backyard and closed it behind me before I climbed, once again, another fence in order to escape what would feel like an imprisonment.

"Harry really is a Suicidal."

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