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A L A S K A

"Are you serious?!"

"What?"

"You graffitied a train without me!! That was our thing! I am hurt," I exclaimed, feigning being hurt by putting my hand on my heart and wiping away a fake tear.

"Come on, Al. We even wrote your name on it! And our symbol. Everybody who knows us, knows that this was from 'us'!" Max argued, sounding kind of defeated.

"Yeah, only that I didn't write my name on it myself!"

"But nobody knows that! Only you..."

"Ugh. Whatever," I cave in and leaned back on the couch that I was sitting on.

After the 'reunion' in the cafeteria, we drove around in their Lamborghini while I gawked about the car. I mean, that car has got some style, you know? I preferred ordinary ones more, but regardless, it was a pretty car.

Anyway, after that, we went to their apartment and talked. A lot. Like seriously, we talked for 3 hours about everything that had happened after Leo and Max had moved away. They told me how they were in 3 different schools, because the principals got sick of them after only a couple of months. Didn't expect anything else, to be honest.

They also fought a lot and scared everyone away because the students in those school apparently were 'too boring to have fun with'. And they also got quite a reputation due to their cold glares and well, their carefreeness. Or rather recklessness. So, long story short, today was their first day in Fordfew High and they didn't even know that my brothers attended the same school yet.

I then told them about the remarriage from my father, and about my new stepbrothers. I also told them how my biologicals still hated me to the core and about the morning, where I almost got an anxiety attack.

Let's just say, rest in peace poor wall.

Their anger issues got worse over those two years, where I hadn't seen them. It's getting almost insane with those damn anger issues. They also were a lot more stubborn and short tempered than before, but I didn't mind. I could handle them.

Sometimes.

In the evening, I got a call from my 'stepmother'. She asked where I was and if I was fine. It's funny, though, and I even mentally laughed, because the thought of my stepmother caring more about me than my actual father, than my own blood, was just sick.

Anyhow, I didn't want to go to the mansion anyways. I wanted to spend time with my bestfriends, whom I hadn't seen for over two years, may I add. I also didn't want to hear my biologicals' insults right now. I was vulnerable after I got reunited with my real family, my boys. My emotions got mixed up and my walls had fallen a bit, but tomorrow they will grow back, the cracks will be fixed and the holes will be stuffed, because now that I have my bestfriends back, I've gained some of my once lost confidence back.

However, for the rest of the day, I stayed at the apartment and we had a bit of a movie night together. It's how we always imagined it. We were laughing, stuffing our faces with caramel popcorn and pizza, and we were cuddled up together. The boys on either side of me.

That was the reason, why I was still alive. These two guys would make me laugh in my darkest times and they would scare away every boy, who even dared to look at me.

Back in the boarding school we didn't have a TV. We only had our phones and that for two days a week, so we learned how to have fun without that stuff. We would drive through the city at midnight and graffiti trains. We even had a special symbol. It was a mix of a knife, a skull and a rose.

The knife symbolized Leo. He was the more serious and dangerous one. His knifes were like his clothes for him, he always had them with him. He practically didn't leave the house without them. He also seemed unbeatable in fights, though he did have his weakness, although he'd never admit that.

The skull symbolized Max. He was the calmer and goofier one, but he could be deadly serious and dangerous when he wanted to. He was one of the best hackers in the mafia business, there were only very few who could beat him on that. It's his calm place, his computer.

And lastly, the rose symbolized me. I was the sweet and 'innocent' one if I wanted to, but I mostly was a badass. My specialty was my gun. Since I started training with it, I knew it was my thing. I loved the concentration you had to put into it and how, when the wind was even a little bit too strong, you would miss your aim.

We weren't part of any gang though, but we knew about the mafia business. We knew most of the names from important and dangerous people, as well as a majority of the smaller gangs and the activity they do for a living. We sometimes even messed with some of them just for fun or because they planned on harming innocent people.

I guess there were some rumors about us going around in the underworld, but nobody ever saw our faces and nobody knew our names. Leo and Max were underground fighters, though. They were two of the top 5 unbeatable fighters in America. They were called 'The snake' and 'The eagle'.

Leo was 'The snake', because he could move around his opponent without them noticing it.

And Max was 'The eagle', because he was more of an observive fighter. He could find out his opponent's weakness within the first minutes of a fight.

We also had tattoos with our symbols. Leo's tattoo was on his middle finger, Max's one was on the back of his hand and mine was on my foot. I actually wanted it to be on my hand as well, but if the boarding school had found out, they would have told my sperm donor and he would have demanded me to remove it.

I wouldn't just do what he said, but I still had to listen to him if I didn't want to end up in another boarding school, away from my bestfriends. Or worse, maybe he would've threatened to make Leo and Max transfer.

He was a very powerful and scary man after all, so he had control over the police and he could keep my bestfriends away from me for the rest of my miserable life, if he wanted to.

Anyway, after that 'movie session', I fell asleep in Leo's arms. When I woke up though, the guys had somehow managed to both lie on the floor, on top of each other, though they both felt asleep on the couch.

"Stupid idiots," I chuckled and woke them up. I didn't splash water on them, since I knew they had a phobia, and I also didn't scream, because then they would go into overprotective mode and I would be checked upon for at least half an hour. So, I just made breakfast, pancakes to be exact, and put it under their noses.

Because, if there's one thing they love as much as me and fighting, then it would be food. Well, Leo isn't as much of a food lover as Max, but he still values it a lot.

Max on the other hand, could eat as much as 5 pigs each and every day. Everytime you see him, he's practically eating or drinking. Or cuddling with me. Or fighting. Anyway, you got the point.

"Oh, Pancakes!!" Max exclaimed, as his eyes lit up as if he just got a puppy, and started to stuff the food into his mouth.

Leo was a little less enthusiastic and only ate two and a half pancakes. I could tell he wasn't in a good mood today, so I just watched him and didn't say anything. He could get really moody and dangerous when he was in a bad mood, because he could control his anger way less than usual.

"Hey, you wanna change before we go?" Max chuckled as he looked me up and down.

I gasped as I saw that I was still in the oversized shirt and the sweatpants that I had borrowed from Max yesterday. After grumbling some incoherent words under my breath, I stormed trough the apartment and took a quick shower. Afterwards, I slipped into my outfit from yesterday, except the shirt. Mine was completley drenched with water for whatever reason, so I had to wear Max's t-shirt. It reached my thighs and the sleeves were covering half of my arms, but I didn't mind. It was comfy after all and it smelled like Max.

Call me a creep, but I just feel home whenever I am wearing clothes from the boys. It just gives me a warm feeling.

After half an hour of getting ready, which was a new record for me, I walked back into the livingroom to see it in the same condition as it was when I had woken up.

"Yo, come on. We should hurry up!" Leo yelled from the hallway.

"Since when do you care whether we come late to school?" I shouted, as I made my way to the front door of the apartment.

"I don't. But I don't think your father would appreciate if you were late, right?" Leo smirked.

"Do you seriously think I give a fuck about those people?" I playfully glared at him and pushed past him.

I got in the blue Lamborghini and sat down in the passenger seat, whereas Max sat down in the back and Leo sat behind the wheel. When he started the engine, the car roared to life, and we started off into the direction of our highschool.

I thought back to the first day in that school and how my brothers didn't give two fucks about me. I then checked my phone to see if they had sent me any texts, finding out they hadn't. I guess, the younger brothers didn't even tell dad and the older ones about the events from yesterday. I also guess they didn't even notice or mind my disappearance.

I could already imagine the youngest brothers high fiving each other. I sighed heavily, when the school came into view, and clenched my fists.

I can do this. I can do this.

I got my heroes by my side and how I know them, they won't leave my side, not even if I went to the toilet.

Well, of course they would wait in front of the girl's restroom since everything else would be really, really awkward.

Anyway, my thoughts were interrupted by the bell, indicating it was now the beginning of the first period and I was late.

Well, that's just great.

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Hey there, this chapter was all about Alaska's bestfriends and some things about their friendship. I also wanted to say that the nicknames they call each other, mustn't say anyone else. If someone calls them with those nicknames, they would beat them to a pulp. The nicknames are Al (=Alaska), Leo (=Leonid) and Max (=Maxim).

I know there is a brother called Leonardo, but he will get another nickname throughout the book.

I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter ;)

Stay safe!
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