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Sweetheart Gangster Princess

Author: Foox_the_Fox
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Lily Foster moves to a small town- Belldale- and picks a few fights. Only to find out she's become the prize in a 'whose dick is bigger' kind of fight. Will, she beat them both, or become a prize? Or maybe fall in love? With one of them, or someone else? Or maybe, her greatest secret will become her greatest burden. She might spill the beans about Storef Noline, a.k.a. Lonnie Foster, and how they're connected. She knows too much about this life to be any normal girl.

Chapter 1Rejected

As I turn from my locker, preparing to go to my first class of the school year, I notice that the hallways are eerily silent. Approaching from either side of me are two cliques. One's filled with leather jackets and band tees, the other... The other looks normal, aside from the tailor-made suits! Who wears tailor-made suits to school?!

"Williams." Greets the boy at the front of the jackets. I'm going to call him Jacket.

"Green." Replies the most poshly-dressed of the people in suits. I'll call him Suit. Now, I know that they've stated eachother's names, but seeing as how I'm horrible with names, I've elected to ignore them.

"Heard you were on our turf last night." States Jacket.

"It isn't yours, this town's mine." Replies Suit.

"It's mine, and you know that." It's clear that I'm caught in the middle of a 'who's dick is bigger' war. I sigh and walk up to them, standing inches away from their nearly-touching crossed arms.

"Listen, boys, you can measure dicks in front of my locker later, but right now, I need you to move so I can get to class," I state.

"Excuse me, Miss, but do you know who you're talking to?" Asks Suit.

"No, and I don't really care to know, either. All I know is that I need you to move so I won't be late for the first class of the year."

"What if I don't?" Taunts Jacket, not bothering to lean in as I'm inches from him anyway.

"I dunno. This?" I duck under Jacket and Suit's crossed arms, which are almost touching. I wave to them over my shoulders, barely making it to science before the bell.

I sit in the back, listening to the teacher until Jacket comes in. The teacher and the class fall silent, and no one reprimands him for being late. He walks right up to me and stops.

"That's my seat." He states.

"Okay," I say.

"Get up, that's my seat." He repeats.

"Nah, it's mine now, I was here first."

"Bitch, it's mine. Go get your own."

"Excuse me, but I'm not a dog. And if you're so high an mighty, couldn't you have any other seat in this room?" I retort.

"Yeah, and I want that one, so give it to me." I roll my eyes at him.

"I said any other."

"And I said, that one." He growls.

"And I say shut up and find another one." I huff and every other girl in the room stands up.

"You can have mine!" They exclaim in unison, ogling him. Creepy.

"No, mine!"

"Mine!"

"Have mine!" Now they just sound like the seagulls from Finding Nemo.

"See? All these ladies are perfectly willing to let you have their seats, and there's an empty one in the opposite corner," I say. "And I'm sure if you ask, the boys in this class will give up their seats, too."

"You're right, they are, and for good reason, too. So I suggest you follow them." He says gruffly, a cocky smirk on his face.

"I will not." He huffs and kicks the chair, breaking one of its legs and causing me to fall. Jacket moves out of the way just in time. To demonstrate his power he walks up to the teacher and takes their chair. I sit on the desk, listening as the teacher continues to teach from the front row in a meek voice.

Class ends, and I continue to the next, and the next, and the next. I go through the day without interruption, as I have neither Suit nor Jacket in any of my classes. Except, apparently, the eighth period- and last- of the day, which I have with Suit.

"I hear you rejected Green today, that's quite brave of you." He says.

"I didn't reject him, simply wouldn't move from where I was sitting."

"How brave of you, but you've mad him quite mad, and that never ends well. But, I can keep you safe, Princess." He talks sweet and gentlemanly, but I can tell, he has nothing but bad intentions. He's just a businessman, I guess.

"I'm not a princess," I state.

"But you must be with looks like that." He flatters, and I hear whispers and gasps from the other girls. Suit continues to talk and flatter me, but I ignore him. Attention-seekers shouldn't get attention. Especially from the one person in the room who doesn't want to give it to them.

Class ends and I leave the school, hopping on my Harley and driving to the other side of town. Down West St. and onto a dirt road with no name, to a quaint little house. I drive into the garage, parking my bike and going into the house. It's homey, with a couch that feels like the kind you'd find in a grandma's house, absurdly squishy. There's other furniture, too, of course, hand-made from wood, like everything my dad used to furnish. I heat up some left-over lasagna and watch Ren & Stimpy, which somehow doesn't make me lose my appetite.

I'm going to regret my choices tomorrow.

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