ZUMA HATED SCHOOL. He despised it. He didn't want to torture himself for months and months just to read a book. He was looking through his locker, trying his English paper. He was too focused on finding the stupid paper, that he didn't see Yulia and Gabby walking up to him.

   He felt a hand on his shoulder. That made him jump and swing behind him. Both Gabby and Yulia jumped back as Zuma put his hand on his chest.

   "You scared the fucking shit out of me!" Zuma exclaimed, closing his locker.

   "Sorry Z." Gabby said as Yulia placed a kiss on Zuma's cheek.

   "You okay?" Yulia asked, putting her arm under his.

   "Yep. Definitely okay." Zuma replied sarcastically. Jess and Scuba walked up to the group.

   "Hey guys!" Jess said as Zuma and Scuba did their handshake.

   "Gabriella." Zuma said, receiving a look from Gabby.

   "Zuma." She replied back.

   "Do you mind if I borrow $35? I promise I'll pay you back." Zuma asked as Gabby gave him a confused look.

   "Why?" Gabby wondered.

   "It's for something very important and I can't reveal it." Zuma said.

   Zuma needed the $35 because he wanted to buy a puppy for himself. But he wanted to get it in secret because his parents wouldn't approve in the puppy.

   All of a sudden, Evan barges in the hallway. "Guys. John Carver tagged us again."

   He showed them his phone. It was someone's body half of their body. Gabby covered her mouth as Zuma felt like throwing up.

   Zuma covered his mouth, trying not to throw up in the middle of the hallway.

   Jess took out her phone. "Oh my god. These seats are for us. Our names are on the table."

   Everyone took out their phone and saw the post. Zuma saw his name. He felt nauseous.

   "Give me a sec." Zuma said, walking past Evan. Zuma rushed into the bathroom, locked himself in the stall and started to throw up.

   Zuma felt like crying but nothing comes out. Zuma isn't a cryer. He didn't even cry when he was first born. Weird right?

   Zuma wiped his mouth and exited the bathroom.

Zuma, Yulia, Scuba, Evan, and Gabby were waiting outside for Jess. Zuma had his hand intertwined with Yulia's as Zuma's leg bounced.

"You gotta chill dude." Evan said, receiving an are you serious look.

"I gotta chill? The waitress lady got chopped in fucking half, and you're telling me to chill." Zuma snapped as Yulia pulled him back.

Jess walked out of the school, talking on the phone with her father.

"I know we're going now." Jess said. "Okay, okay. Bye." She hanged up the phone.

"He wants me to go to the police. He says it's a direct threat, he's hiring more security." Jess said.

"But not closing the store." Gabby asked.

"Correct." Jess said, making Zuma roll his eyes. "That would make sense."

"Wait are you serious? Did your dad not see this guy tagged us? Is he waiting on us to be on a fucking display in front of the store?" Evan exclaimed as Gabby intertwined her hand with his.

"I'm asking him right now." Scuba said as he received a smack on the arm from Zuma.

"Scuba, don't." Jess warned.

"Why the fuck not? You gonna tag me, I'm gonna send that motherfucker a dm." Scuba said as Zuma and Yulia tried to stop him. "Come get me bitch."

"Zuma, get your brother." Gabby said as Zuma snatched his brother's phone out of his hand.

"Scuba please just hold off okay? It's a murder case at my dad's store we can't just fuck around." Jess said as Zuma rolled his eyes.

"Well I can burn the place down. I almost done it before I can do it again." Zuma said, receiving a smack on the arm from Yulia.

"Fuck around and find out." Scuba said as Zuma and Evan shook their heads in agreement.

"Fuck around and find out." Evan repeated.

"Just convince your dad close the store! It's not that hard." Zuma said in annoyance.

Out of nowhere, a white van pulled up in a rush. Evan pulled back Jess.

It was McCarty.

"Are you crazy McCarty?!" Jess exclaimed as Zuma balled his fist up.

"You could've ran her over you fucking retard." Zuma threatened.

"Oh please. I wasn't going to hit her. Do you know how much paper work the cops would make me fill out." McCarty said as Zuma rolled his eyes.

"McCarty, are you back to finish 10th grade?" Gabby asked.

"I just thought you know enlight of the current situation, you might want a little protection." McCarty said, quoting protection.

"McCarty, only you would have the balls to sell guns at a high school. I should kick your ass right here." Scuba threatened.

"Come on! Mark Cuban would think I'm a fucking genius. Everyone gets a gun, problem solved." McCarty said as Scuba walked up to the truck.

"Woah! Easy Scooby Snacks." McCarty said, putting his hands in surrender.

Zuma pulled him back. "What's with your obsession with Mark Cuban?"

McCarty ignored Zuma's question. "I'm only kidding. I wouldn't sell guns to kids. I'm selling alcohol."

"And that's better how?" Zuma asked.

"You can't protect yourself with alcohol." McCarty said.

"That's worse." Zuma said in annoyance.

"And right now I gotta meet up with the fire head Jacob to sell some more McCarty party tickets."

Zuma sarcastically smiled and flipped him off. "Go fuck yourself hobo. You'll never be Mark Cuban, you rip off."

The friend group started walking away from the truck.

"God, he's such a piece of shit." Zuma said as Scuba shook his head in agreement.

The friend group arrived at the police station. Jess was in a room talking with Eric Newlon, leaving the rest of the group hovering over an officer.

"If you look closely you can see all our names and then, it's kind of blurry but it says Scuba and Zuma." Evan told the officer as the officer looked up at the brothers.

"Why do they call you Scuba?"

"My last names Dybing." Scuba replied.

"What's your first name?" The officer asked.

"Claud." Scuba responded as Zuma started chuckling to himself.

"Yeah. Scuba's better." The officer said, now looking at Zuma.

"Why do they call you Zuma?"

"Because that's the name I was given at birth." Zuma replied in sarcasm.

"That's your actual name?" The officer asked as Zuma felt the urge to roll his eyes.

"Yes it is." Zuma said. "Dumbass." He said quietly.

Yulia lightly elbowed his side.

Jess walked out of the room. "Sheriff wants to talk to you Zuma."

Zuma grew confusion on his face as he looked at the rest of his friends.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

Yulia rubbed his arm. "I'll wait for you outside." She said as she and the rest of the group left the station.

Zuma entered the room, taking off his jacket. Eric motioned for him to sit down. Zuma sat down. He was still confused on why he wanted to talk to him.

"How are you?" Eric asked politely.

"Fine?" Zuma said in a questioning tone.

"I just want to tell you to be careful." Eric said in worry tone.

Zuma was even more confused.

"Why?"

"You can't really trust anyone." Eric said. "Even your friends, brother, and girlfriend."

"Then why should I trust you?" Zuma questioned.

"You can trust me. I'm on your side."

Zuma looked on the ground. He cleared his throat as Eric leaned forward.

"How close are you with them anyway?" Eric asked. "Like Evan for an example, weren't you two a couple?"

"What we had is sex and that's it. End of discussion." Zuma replied in a harsh tone.

"And I'm close with the others. Next question?" Zuma was annoyed and wanted to go home.

Eric just smiled. "Just be careful okay?"

Zuma shook his head. He knew Eric was just doing his job. He didn't blame him.

Zuma gave him a salute and left the room. Yulia and Scuba were outside.

"Everyone else went home." Scuba said as Zuma put his arm around Yulia's shoulder.

"What did the Sheriff want?" Yulia asked.

"It's nothing. Just making sure that I'm careful." Zuma said, placing a kiss on the side of her head.

"How come you're still here Scuba?"

"Because you're my ride home."

Zuma and Scuba's parents were out on a date night, leaving them and Yulia home alone. Scuba was watching football in the living room while Zuma and Yulia were upstairs in Zuma's room.

Yulia had taken off her jacket and laid in on Zuma's bed. She sat down near where is mirror was and fixing her hair. Zuma walked behind her and kissed her neck.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. Yulia smiled as she placed her hands on his arms.

"Come to New York with me." Zuma said as Yulia looked at him like he was crazy.

"Are you serious?" She asked as Zuma shook his head.

"Please?" Zuma begged as he started to kiss her neck, making her hard.

"Zuma. I can't." She said as she bit her lip, trying not to moan knowing Scuba is downstairs.

"You know how my dad can get." She said as Zuma stopped kissing her neck.

"Well your dad needs to live a little." He said.

"Look, we don't have to go now. We can go once we get out of school. After Jess gives her speech since she's probably going to be valedictorian, then we can go. It's not gonna be temporary if you don't want. We can always come back and visit." Zuma explained as Yulia gave him a shocked face.

"You planned this out?" She asked as Zuma shook his head.

"I did." Zuma replied. "But if you don't want to go, I'm not going to force you."

Yulia thought for a moment. She started to smile as she placed a kiss on his lips.

"Okay." She said, making Zuma's eyes widen.

"Okay as in..?"

"Let's do it."

Zuma smiled very widely as he kissed her everywhere. They both laughed as they fell on the bed.

But what they didn't know is that someone was watching them through the window.

End Of Chapter