Kiara - the apple

                                    

                                          
My sister was dumber than a rock.
Besides insulting that guy, she also lets herself be interviewed by the journalist on duty!? Fuck you.
She doesn't understand what those people are capable of: she'll understand when it's too late. I don't want to have anything to do with it. Can't you understand that a fucking relationship with that Roger, who she thought was so cute, isn't possible? People like him use you to have a little fun with you and then throw you away, like a pack of cigarettes. I knew for sure that she would come out heartbroken, but there was nothing I could do other than tell her. I thought about eating an apple to cheer me up.
I went to the counter where they distributed the fruit. I got in line, with about ten people in front. I would have waited a while...
<What do you mean you didn't do anything to her?!>
<You know I have a thing for blondes...>
<What the fuck do I care?! You made all four of us ridiculous like that!>
<I hate to admit it but he's right: now people will think that stupid little girls can boss us around>
Shit. Even though it was the first time I had heard their voices, I already understood who they were. I turned to my left. They were at the fucking nearest table, but turned away. Nobody was missing: the boss, the one with the guitar, the guy in my sister's class and the one who made the girl cry. In particular, the last one was so strange: he seemed calm, but he wasn't like that at all.
<Now we have to clean up Queen's image, but how the fuck do we do it?> asked the boy with the curls again.
<I have an idea>
<Tell us Deaky> Roger pleaded.
<Today we invite them for a "chat" in the alley behind the school. We invite ourselves something to keep them there just a little while. Then everyone takes one, since there are 4 of them, and we show them what we usually do to naughty girls... well, I don't need to go into detail. Roger, don't look at me like that> he finally concluded with a dirty look towards his gang mate.
<what the fuck do you want... You want to fuck who's even smaller than Jessie, so shut up.>
<Forget it... Anyway, think about it: afterward, we go to Dawie's for a deposition and magically, we're stars again. All of them would be afraid of us and Queen would remain in charge. What do you think?> he concluded.
<I think that you're a fucking genius> the leader replied laughing like crazy.
I couldn't even imagine what they would do with it. Or rather, I knew it, but that wasn't the point... I didn't think they were that disgusting: I thought they had a little more brains. They thought they were defenseless fucking girls like all the ones they had met in that school; they were wrong. Well, maybe Nancy, Rachel and Jessie were. But definitely not me. I knew people like them well, they didn't scare me at all.
The boss turned on the phone, to take a look at "Antoher one bites the dust" blog.
<Let's see... Here's the article! So, here is news on only two of them: Jessie and Nancy> he read.
<I have the right to take Jes. She wants me too and it won't be too difficult to make her feel good. She is a very corruptible person with whom I can have fun> Roger interrupted him,
<Whatever you think. I choose this "Nancy", it looks cool to me. Of the other two, no photos have yet been uploaded. One is 16 years old, the other is 17> he continued.
<The one Deaky liked should be the youngest>.
What the fuck...
<Since when does John really fall in love with girls?> Brian asked, laughing.