Alexander's POV

I wake up, Tuesday morning, my muscles feeling stiff. Yesterday's events come rushing back into my mind.

Before things could fully get heated with that blond, who's name I soon learned is Samantha, my phone rang again.

That's when I remembered that Carlos had urgently wanted to see me. I had quickly shoved the blond off, taking my phone out of my pocket, while walking out the door.

Yesterday

"What?!" I snarl into it while wandering the school hallways.

"Jeez, you need to chill out little bro, like seriously, what's got your panties in a twist?" Alec answers the phone.

I sigh. "Sorry, but you have horrible timing, I was just about getting it on with a leggy blond." I try and explain to him.

"You were getting it on with someone during school hours, On. School. GROUNDS?!" I immediately knew that that was the wrong thing to say.

"Um, no?" It came out more like a question.

"You idiot! We were already on the school's radar since you were the new kid! Now, we are on the radar for your stupid actions! I told you to be careful on your first day! Now you go and screw someone on the damn school ground?!"

I wanted to correct him and say that I almost screwed someone. I didn't quite finish my sentence, but I was already in enough trouble.

"Aw! Whatever! I will deal with you later," He yells. "Right now though, we have more important problems to deal with."

"What problems?"

"Will you wait for me to finish before interrupting? Goodness, what will I ever do with you? Well, back to the main problem at hand, there was a problem with one of our new clubs, the Midnight Stars, well, apparently another gang was somehow able to get into the club, and well I'll give you the privilege of imagining what went down in there. Now, you will get the opportunity to speak with another gang leader to try and be able to form an alliance of some sort."

"Dude, you are full on ranting now, besides, aren't you the one who told me not to go and skip school, yet, here we are you scolding me, and now telling me to go to the Midnight Stars club to do some sort of alliance? I thought I was the leader of this gang, not you?"

"I'm not telling you what to do, I'm telling you what needs to be done."

I sigh. "Alec, what's the damn difference between what you just said and what I had said?"

"... ... ..." Silence greets me on the other end of the receiver.

"That's what I thought, now, why can't you be the one to go and check on the club?"

"W-well, you see, I-um, I-... ... I need to go grocery shopping?"

I burst out laughing at that sentence. "Please, here you are, judging me for going at it, while you are over there, about to go at it yourself. You can do it."

"But I don't want to!" He whines.

I roll my eyes at his childishness. "Too bad. I'm the leader of this-" I stop talking, noticing the principle has started walling in my direction. "Shit! Code BLUE! I repeat, code BLUE! Get the job done! I will call you later!" I hand up the phone just as the principle comes to stand in front of me.

"What do you have to say for yourself young man?" She questions me will a penetrating gaze.

I shrug my shoulders. "I got lost on my way to class, and called one of my friends that I made today that had a free block for directions." I lie smoothly to her.

"What's your friends name?"

Damn it you old hag! "Her name," I put extra emphasis on the her. "Is... Emily."

I name the girl who I know is Amy's best friend.

She narrows her eyes at me. "What's her full name?"

I lie smoothly, thankful that I had gotten quite a bit of information from the files. "Her full name is Emily O'Neil."

"Oh! Emily, yes, what a fine student she is, keeps an average of 3.4 GPA. Her friend Amy though, quite the hard worker, always keeping a steady 4.0. Well, anyways, what's your next class?"

"Um, my next class is, um... ... Um, Art." I now remembered that I had Art next.

"With who?"

"With Mr. Cheetos? Room 102" I remember reading that name off of my schedule.

"Aw, yes, what a bright man he is. Now, why exactly are you calling Ms. O'Neil for? Your classroom is right next to you." She says while pointing to the door I'm standing next to.

I scratch the back of my neck. "Oops?"

She narrows her eyes at me. "Get in your classroom now!"

I nod, irritated beyond anything else at having to go to class.

I open the door and walk into the classroom. Everyone and stops to stare at me. "What?!" I snarled at them.

No one said anything and turned back to what they were doing.

I sighed and sat down at a desk at the way back. The teacher, Mr. Cheetos went back to showing the class what they were going to paint, which in this case was a real looking version of a cat.

I raised my hand. "Yes?" The teacher called on me.

"The thing is teacher, I don't like cats, cats stink, so I'm not really thrilled about painting one, could I paint a dog instead?"

I wait a beat. I look around and notice that the whole class is staring at me in silence, with wide eyes, while my gang members are smirking at me.

I look back to see a fuming Mr. Cheetos. Mr. Cheetos is right now resembling a Hot Cheetos by how Red his face is. Mr. Cheetos is a balding man with a big stomach and beard that makes him look like a not-so-jolly Santa Claus.

"Mr. Black, it it?" He asks while looking down at the class names. "What exact evidence do you have to support your opinion that dogs are better than cats?"

"Well Mr. Cheetos, I never exactly said that Dogs were better, you said that just now, I said that I prefer dogs over cats. Although, now that you mention it though, dogs are in fact better than cats on all types of levels."

"And what, Mr. Black, are those levels?"

"Well, first off, you have obedience levels," Now I'm standing up next to my desk. "Whenever you call a cats name, does your cat come to you? No, of course it doesn't cause cats are stupid. However, when you call a dogs name, it comes running to you, depending on how well it knows you and whether or not it's trained."

I hold up a finger as I see him opening his mouth, but I'm yet to be done with my statement. "Now, some might argue that you can train a cat to do the things that a dog is able to do, but the fact is that cats are lazy. All they ever do is eat, sleep, eat, and the cycle continues all through the day."

"Second off on my arguments against cats, Cats are a waste of time and space and have absolutely no point of living. Dogs though, are a man's best friend. Some can argue that dogs are a wast of space, but actually, dog aren't, since there are loads of evidence all throughout history showing dogs in the police force, or fighting in wars, all the while, cats are sleeping and eating. Anyone want to argue against me?"

I look around the class, no one raises their hand. I smile. "Good." I take a seat at my desk and look ahead at the board and teacher innocently.

The teacher glares at me. "DETENTION!" He screams pointing at the door.

I smirk and happily walk out the boring class.

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It's lunch time, and I'm sitting at a table in the middle of the cafeteria along with the rest of my gang members.

"Damn this is boring! When are the triplets going to show up?" I hear Kylie whine.

The triplets are, of course triplet brothers and sister. There is Liam, Luke and Lola. All of then have dirty blond hair and electrical blue eyes. Liam is the oldest, and a trouble maker. Although to be honest, they're all trouble makers. Then, you have Lola, the shy one in the group. She's also always surrounded by her overprotective brothers. And lastly, the youngest of the three, you have Luke. Luke is the funny prankster guy.

Each triplet is unique in their own way, but together they make a deadly combination. They are only 17 years old. Each born a minute apart from each other.

"The triplets will show up tomorrow." I answer Kylie's question.

She nods in understanding. "Well what about the twins?"

Yup, you heard that one correctly. My gang has a pair of triplets, and a pair of twins, Xavier and Bree. And no, they don't look alike. Bree is the older twin. She has brown hair the goes to her shoulders and blue eyes. Xavier, who is younger by 12 seconds, had blond hair and blue eyes. That's literally all they have in common, their eyes.

Both are 16, and Street fighters. They do tag team matches. Although inside the ring they can be deadly, outside they are fun goofballs who love to play pranks on you. I don't even know how our old school survived all the pranks from the Triplets and the twins.

"The twins will also show up tomorrow." I inform Kylie.

She groans. "Why do all the fu-" She get's cut off by a loud shrill voice.

"Who the Fuck are you, and why the hell are you sitting at our table?" The leggy blond from earlier, I think Samantha was her name, shrieks at Kylie.

Samantha is surrounded by the whole cheer leading squad, along with the whole football team.

"I don't see your name on it." Kylie responds back with an edge to her voice.

"Bitch please, like I haven't heard that one before. Look underneath the table."

We all do. I burst out laughing at what's underneath. Written right underneath the table are the words 'Property of the Cheer leading squad and the Football team.'

My laughing turns into coughing fits when I see Kylie's reaction. She looks like someone has just kicked her puppy.

My phone ringing though, brings me out of my laughing mood. "Hello?" I answer in my business like tone.

"Alex, we need you down at the club right now, we're getting ambushed again!" My eyes widen at hearing my brothers voice.

Everyone looks at me, knowing I'm not the type of person to widen my eyes for no reason.

"Code Red!" I tell them.

Their eyes widen and we quickly clear the table, the popular kids smug, thinking we left because of them. Understatement of the year.

We all run out, get into the car and race to the club. Luckily, we are always prepared, since when your in a gang, you should always be prepared.

As soon as we are parked, we run towards the entrance guns in hand. From out here, I can already hear the gunshots coming from inside.

I kick through the door, popping it open, and run inside, already having shot three of the rival gang's members.

The rest behind me follow my lead, shooting here and there, until there are only five rival members left, all have their hands in the air, surrendering themselves.

"Who sent you here?" I question them, satisfied with the fear in their eyes.

"The Black Mississippi gang says hello!" With that, he bites down on something hard in her mouth, and kills himself. The rest follow his lead, I spot a little boy, not younger than 15, fumbling with his pill thing.

I run over, grab him from behind, take the pill and fling it away from us. The kid put's up a struggle, but gives up as soon as he see's that he's stuck.

"Pl-please let me g-go!" The boy whimpers in my arms.

"Someone get me Xavier!" Xavier is nice, most people love him, and he's one of the youngest member in the gang.

Someone runs off, meanwhile, I search through the crowd, searching for my idiot of a brother who wasn't able to handle this on his own.

When I spot him, we make eye contact. "Oops?"

I roll my eyes at him. "Take the boy to the basement, don't torture him or anything, just keep him there until I can interrogate him tomorrow."

I then call Kyle, one of my many worker's in charge of getting rid of bodies. "Clean up is needed at Midnight Stars, you know, the new club we've opened up."

I hear him sigh. "How many bodies?"

I shrug, forgetting that he can't see me. "Around 20 or so."

"On it." He hangs up.

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Present

I had come home and immediately hit the hay, tired from my first day of school, and because of the ambush.

I go into the bathroom, deciding that I might as well get ready for school, it's only Tuesday, second day of the week, second day of school.

After walking out, I put on a pair of jeans that show off my legs, and a tight white shirt that shows off my muscles.

I walk down the hall, down the stairs, take five turns, only to end up in the laundry room.

I groan. This damn house is so huge, I can't even find my way through this place. I retreat back, going left instead of right, down the stairs, take four turns, and finally reach my destination, out of breath.

I was hoping for a relaxing breakfast, eggs, bacon and coffee, but instead, I trip on an invisible wire, smashing face first into the ground.

I hear giggles behind me, and then a cold, very wet substance running down my back. I open my eyes, and lift myself up, only to have the cold substance come into my eyes, burning them from the sensation of it.

I go over to the sink, to wash my face, but instead crash into something else, I think it was the table. "What the hell?" I mutter.

More giggles come from behind me. I groan from the pain of the impact.

I slowly feel my way around the kitchen, feeling like a blind person, using all of my other senses to get to the sink.

I feel for the tap, and wash my face with the freezing cold water. After grabbing a cloth, I wipe my face dry.

I turn around and glare at the culprits of this prank.

People, get ready for pranks, jokes, and more pranks, meet Luke, Liam, Lola, Bree, and Xavier.