I would never tell anyone but my real names Michael. Yuck I hate it. I think about my real name all the time.
It's lunch and I pass around the lighter to the crew. We are sitting at the usual table far from teacher supervision and close to the car park. We spray painted our names on the parking spaces that are ours.
"Ace where is your motorbike?" I ask seeing as his space is empty. "It's getting a new paint job so I have to walk today and tommorow" ace sneered looking quite pissed about it. "Can't you just take one of your old motorbikes ace?" Fresh questioned. "Can't you just shut up fresh?" Ace demanded. Fresh obviously thinks he can stand up to Ace. Ace can easily pound his face. I have this rivalry with fresh. It started back in primary. He always has to 1 up me with everything.
Sometimes I wonder why blaze and fresh argue. I mean, fresh says it goes back to primary but he never told me.
"What do you have next fresh?" I ask. "Fucking maths or something" he moaned.
"Why don't we just leave now then?" Blaze suggested.
"Because Ace doesn't have a FUCKING bike dipshit" fresh snarled.
"Walking exists you know" blaze argued.
"Do you wanna go?" Fresh said standing up.
"FUCKING STOP" Ace snapped.
Instantly blaze and fresh shut up and sat down. Great they pissed ace off. Now he's gonna be pissed at me too.
"I'm gonna take a piss" I say. "I'm coming" Ace mumbled as he gets up. Leaving fresh and blaze to death stare each other. "You alright Ace?" I ask. "Yeah I'm just pissed that my paint jobs taking so long" he replied. "What was wrong with the old paint?" I question. "Well it got a scratch so I'm getting the whole bike reprinted"
A scratch. Wow my bike has about 500.
We are in the alley and waiting on fresh to come back. When he gets here I snatch the bag. "A thanks would be nice" he snickers. I give him a threatening look and he backs down. A person walks past the alley and then begins to come down. I step out infront. It's max from school. Ugh.
"What are you doing here max" blaze sneers. That's meant to be my line. I punch him in the stomach. "Zip it blaze"
"What are you doing here max?" I repeat with a more threatening tone. "Um I-I was j-just going home through this S-S-shortcut" he stuttered. "Well max, you see that wall. What does that say? No shortcut. So you can leave now" I warned. "Look guys I'm just gonna take the shortcut and be on my way" he replies acting tough. "Turn around now max" "or else what?" He tested. "You don't want to know, LEAVE NOW" I taunted. "You should listen mate" fresh added lighting his cigarette. "Okay I'll leave, through this shortcut" he teased. I grabbed him by his collar and shove him against the brick wall. "Think your funny punk?!" I growled. "Let me go" he says kicking me right in the balls. I realease him and groan. The only place that gets to me. Ghost punches him to the ground. I regain my balance. "Your so FUCKING funny aren't you" Me and my crew start shoving him around. He tries to fight back and scratches my jacket. My $450 leather jacket. I see ghost, blaze and fresh step back as I observe the massive mark. He realised by my crews reaction that he's done it now. He is shoved against the wall.
*Punch, punch, punch, punch*
Right in his chest. His nose is already bleeding from ghost. He grabs his chest in pain and I look him right in the eyes. "This is NOT a shortcut. okay?" I sneer. "Yeah... O-ok" he murmurs. "Oh and you have a week to bring me $50 to pay for this" I say showing him the massive scratch. "WHAT!" He exclaims. I put my fist to his face and release my grip. I shove him back out the alley and he bolts.
Don't ever EVER mess with ME.
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