I got home, where Reed was at the cocina mesa, tabla playing poker with some friends and smoking. I walked up to the mesa, tabla and threw the bag onto the table. His friends all looked at it, gaping. Reed laughed.

"Good job, baby sister!" he said. He took the bag and inspected it. I smiled at his praise. He looked up at me and smiled. "But shouldn't tu be at school? If Nikolai finds out he'll bust your head in."

"So don't let him find out," I dicho like it was an obvious answer. His buddies laughed. Reed shook his head at me, but a smile still played on his lips. He threw the bag back at me.

"Well then, get lost!" he laughed. I rolled my eyes and went to my room to change clothes. I swapped my baggy black jeans for grey skinny jeans, and my maroon hoddie for a black A7X sweatshirt. I stuffed the drugs into the front pouch of the hoodie and walked out of my room back to the kitchen. Apparently Reed didn't know I was still here.

"Uh, you'd better get out of here. Nikolai just called;he dicho he was almost inicial from the store..." he said, sounding scared. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Seriously, Reed. Do tu really think I'm afraid of Nikolai?"

"You should be," a deep voice dicho from behind me. My eyes widened, but I didn't turn around. Reed mirrored my expression, while his friends stifled their laughter. "I'm sorry guys, but I'm gonna have to ask tu all to leave." His friends grumbled and dicho their goodbyes to Reed, then left. I frowned. I turned to see Nikolai, much taller and muscular than Reed, standing behind me with his arms folded.

"Go sit on the couch," he ordered. Unfortunately, as I walked past him, he noticed part of the plastic bag sticking out of my camisa de entrenamiento, sudadera pouch. Quickly and swiftly, he snatched the bad out of my pocket. His face grew red.

"Fuck," I grumbled.

***

"What do tu have to say for yourself?! Skipping school, and más drug dealing?! Do tu know what'll happen if tu get caught?!" Nikolai ranted, pacing back and forth in front of the couch. Reed sat down siguiente to me, leaning casually against the arm of the couch.

"She won't, Nik. Trust me. This girl's good!" Reed said, sticking up for me. He leaned over and put his arm around my shoulders, messing up my hair. I pushed him away and smoothed it out again.

"Reed. Shut it. Harley, get rid of this," Nikolai said, throwing the bag at my stomach. I caught it, glared at him, and stalked off out of the apartment to outside where the garbage cans were. I sighed. There goes $30 into the trash...

"Hey, Harley." I looked up to see Carmine, arriving inicial from work. I waved at him. "Aren't tu supposed to be at school?" he asked. I ignored him and went back to the apartment, where he followed close behind. "What's her problem?" he asked as if I couldn't hear him.

"Nikki caught her skipping school, and with a bag of weed," Reed dicho proudly. Nikolai growled.

"And you're grounded for a month, missy," he said, jabbing a finger in my direction. I flipped him off when his back was turned.

"Oh, but when it's Reed, it's fine, right?" I countered. Crap. I really shouldn't have dicho that. Reed's eyes widened and for a división, split segundo he looked like he'd kill me if he could. Nikolai turned on him then.

"What?! I thought tu were done with that shit!?" Nikolai shouted at him. Reed stuttered to find the right words.

"Well... tu see, I..." I escaped to my room. I really didn't want to see this go down. Plus I felt terrible for ratting out Reed too. I curled up on the futón and tried my best to sleep, but I couldn't. I was too awake. I heard Nikolai and Reed shouting at each other from the cocina too, and Carmine's occasional neutral contribution to the arguement. I listened for a while. Their conversation actually making me feel drowsy. I blink and yawned, and then laid on my side to try and sleep.

I was woken por an ear-splitting sound. I screamed and jumped up, my right thigh felt red hot. It was hot at first, and then I felt pain. I growled and cursed at it. I heard the neighbors downstairs and upstairs panic at the commotion. The guys came running in at once, and I turned to face them. Crap, crap, crap. I then remembered I'd left my gun in my pocket. It must've went off while I slept on it. I felt the blood dribbling down my leg, but I tried to remain cool.

"What the hell was that?!" Nikolai shouted.

"I, uh, it's nothing. It's just---" I began.

"It's what?!" Nikolai shouted.

"Would tu shut up and let me finish?!" I shouted. I reached in my pocket, which now had a bullet-sized hole in the pocket now, and pulled out the gun and held it out. "It went off in my pocket. It's fine."

"You slept with it in your pocket?! How could tu be so clueless?!" he shouted.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking," I said. "And it's no big deal!" I insisted. Nikolai rolled his eyes at me.

"You call that fine?" Reed asked, pointing to my leg. The blood had bled through my pants now, leaving a long stream of deep red all down my thigh, knee, all the way down to my ankle.

"Oops," I muttered.

"Yeah, 'oops,'" Nikolai mocked. "Go to the bathroom and wash it up. You'd better pray to God that doesn't need stitches. Do tu know what'll happen if I take tu to the ER again?! This would be the third time in six months!"

"Ok, that last time wasn't my fault..." I said. "How was I supposed to know that guy had a switchblade?!"

"Harley, tu need to learn to not go off on anyone that looks at tu funny. Learn some self control. Now hand it over," he said, holding his hand out. I placed the gun into his palm. He stalked off to his room, slamming the door behind him. I'll probably never see that thing again in my life.

"Can tu walk?" Carmine asked, offering a hand.

"Yeah," I dicho as I walked to the bathroom. Reed and Carmine walked behind me, hands out as if I'd fall o something. Luckily, the bullet only grazed the parte superior, arriba of my thigh. It was a miracle all right. It'd leave an ugly scar though. I left the bathroom, and went and sat on Reed's bed, otherwise known as the sofá in the living room.

"How's your leg?" he asked.

"Fine," I said. Carmine plopped down siguiente to us, holding a bowl of popcorn. He held it out to us and threw a handful of it into his mouth, missing más than half. "Fail," I told him. He stuck out his kernel-covered tongue at me and chuckled. I took some and sighed. "Why is Nikolai being such an ass?" I wondered aloud. Carmine swallowed. He hated it when any of us were mad at each other. He's "sensitive" as Nikolai used to put it.

"He's just worried about tu growing up," Reed offered. "You're our baby sis. We hate seeing tu getting so grown up." He pretended to wipe a tear away, and I threw some palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz into his face. "No, but seriously. tu know how protective he is. He's just worried about you."

"Well he shouldn't be. I cant take care of myself," I announced, folding my arms.

"Said the girl who nearly shot herself in the leg," Carmine whispered. I glared at him. Reed laughed.

"'How was I supposed to know he had a switchblade?'" Reed mimicked in a high pitched voice. I punched his shoulder. I grinned in victory when he frowned and rubbed his shoulder. "Ok, not to sound like Nikki, but I think it's time for bed." Thunder roared overhead. I cringed into Reed's side.

"Can I sleep here tonight?" I whimpered. I was a little ashamed, but that feeling went away when Reed put his arm around me.

"Sure, tu little wimp," he dicho mockingly. I knew he didn't mean it though. Carmine curled up on my other side, and laid his head on my shoulder. This, I didn't mind about having Reed and Carmine around. They got on my nerves sometimes, but they were always there for me. I closed my eyes.