Little Gangsters Chapter 2: Soarin' High

 > Be Soren

 

You had been taking a nice nap in the library, listening to ambiance on your iPod.

That had been broken when the two school clowns had wandered in during break to talk to the rich kid.

And you're using 'talk' lightly here.

Those two are literally blackmailing him.

You watch them exit, the lankier one wearing Scott's fedora.

"How interesting."

You hop down from your perch on top of the bookcases and retrieve your guitar case.

Slinging it over your shoulders, you take your leave.

 

> Be Nolan

Lunchtime

 

"Where'd you run off to during break?" Vinyl asks, taking a bite out of her salad.

You say nothing, instead you opt to closely inspect your sandwich for any traces of pickles.

None to be found and you sigh in relief. Taking a small bite, you chew thoughtfully.

"Had something to do? Business you know." you shrug.

"Like masturbate in the men's room?"

You splutter. Through your coughing fit and watering eyes you glare at her. "What  the *cough hack* fuck, Vin?"

She laughs, giving you a punch in the arm. "Calm down."

"Yeah yeah. Ugh." You see Snips and Snails slinking around at the cafeteria's entrance, Snails giving you the 'come here' gesture.

"Uh, shit. I forgot my notebook in Turner's class. Be right back, Vin!"

You scamper off, leaving her to call out to you that 'YOUR NOTEBOOK IS RIGHT HERE!"

 

"All right, what?"

"Now tell us how to be a Saint." Snails demands.

You're all underneath the bleachers, the troublesome duo trying their damned hardest to look intimidating.

"Well for one thing, what the fuck are you doing with Scott Green's fedora?" you snatch it off Snails' head and toss it behind you. You mentally prepare yourself for the next cringe-worthy words that you're about to say. "Are you tryin' to diss the thug life, motherfuckers?"

A slow clap interrupts the din, and you all turn to look towards the clapper.

"You're..."

The guy standing there bends over to pick up the discarded fedora.

"Soren Skylar, at your service."

 

> Be Soren

 

You had followed the rich kid outside, unnoticed.

The three ended up leading you outside to the soccer field.

"Only one place they'd sneak off to..." a fedora flies out from underneath the bleachers, confirming your suspicions.

Sauntering over, you hear the rich kid say "Are you tryin' to diss the thug life, motherfuckers?"

Gotta hand it to that kid, he couldn't be gangster, even if he tried.

You applaud his actions, causing the three to look at you.

"You're..."

You pick up the fedora and dust it off. "Soren Skylar, at your service."

They stare at you as if you've grown an extra head.

"Who...I... eh?" Snails is tripping over his words.

You laugh and walk over, ruffling his hair.

"So I heard something interesting in the library, Richie Rich."

"Nolan. Actually." He corrects you, giving you an intense glare. If he was wearing darker colors you'd probably had pissed yourself, but the pink...eh not so much.

"Whatever. Thing is..." you wave him off and you place the fedora on your head and wink. "I want to help you out, ya dig?"

The kid says nothing, just looks to the side as if he's thinking it over.

"Oy! We saw 'im first, Rocky. Now move along!" Snips puffs out his chest and moves closer to you, placing himself between you and the other two.

"Stand down, scrappy." Nolan holds up a hand. Snips steps aside to let Nolan through. "Care to...elaborate," he gestures at you with his hands. "...on what you mean by 'helping out'?" He slicks back his hair in one fluid motion, looking quite devilish. "Because I can't help but feel that you're just saying you want to join up too."

You grin, "You're not as stupid as you look."

 

> Be Nolan

Soren smirks at you, and tells you that you don't look as stupid as he had thought.

The nerve of some people.

You think about dialing up Timmy to come and bail you out of this, but man would that just make him even more pushy about abandoning your dreams of being an actor.

Sweeping a bang out of your face you think about your options. Three people know who you really are, getting them 'taken care of' is out of the question and so is having them join your gang that you really want nothing to do with.

Or you could just keep lying to them for your own selfish purposes.

The problem is that Snips and Snails are easy to fool but this guy, Soren, he'd definitely figure it out.

Facepalming, you sigh. "All right all right. You can 'help' as much as you want."

You roll back your sleeve and check your watch.

Not much time left before lunch is over and Vinnie starts wondering where you are.

"Fuck my life."