The Gangster's Queen

Best Friend

CRIS SANCHEZ POV

I squeaked into the phone when I heard her answer, "Queen! Get up. We have a fight tonight, remember?"

[Oh yes, and I just came home an hour ago. I'm tired. You can go, bring Janelle and others. Bye.] She replied groggily and then hung up.

Ugh! Queen's being a brat again. I glanced at my wristwatch and saw it was already 8:46 pm. I rolled my eyes, thinking I should go.

I'm Cris Sanchez, 17, and Queen's best friend. We study at Hawthorne University, a typical university for elites.

We weren't well-known there until Queen, or rather Sam, dislocated the president's daughter's wrists – which I believe was well-deserved.

Since then, many people have wanted to pick a fight with us. But when they face Queen, they get beaten up. I've known Queen since we were 7; she adopted me (you'll learn more about that soon).

I saw her suffer after her father died in a car accident. She was once very jolly, but her carefree attitude vanished, replaced by an impassive one.

"Cris!" I was snapped out of my thoughts when Janelle called me. Janelle and her group were assigned to us by Queen's grandfather in case of emergencies.

"I think they're not going to show up –" I started saying when someone shouted, "Bitches!"

I smirked. "Oh, calling yourself?"

"Of course not! It's for you and your stupid gang," she said, pointing at me.

This girl was provoking me, but I'm not hot-tempered.

"Let's just pretend we didn't hear that." I smirked and, in one swift move, slapped her hard.

I heard gasps from behind, and I smiled.

"What the freaking hell?!" she asked, shocked.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I guess my hand did it on purpose." I said, and Janelle laughed.

"Bit—" she started, but I cut her off.

"Better know your place, darling." I said, smiling.

"Arrogant!" she shouted.

I laughed. "At least I'm beautiful!" I said, flipping my hair.

"Tss, I don't care. So, where's your freaking leader?" she asked.

If Sam were here, she would have already messed up Clarissa's face.

"What? Can't you speak? Let me guess. Did she hide because she knows her gang will lose this time?" Clarissa asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Pathetic," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

Just then, Sam appeared out of nowhere.

"Did someone call my name?" she asked, smirking.

"Hi, you really do miss me huh? What? Am I your type?" Clarissa's face turned red.

"Ow, how I want to see that lovely expression of yours, dear," Sam said, smiling.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you'll experience your one-of-a-kind and most unforgettable fight," she added.

"Hey, I thought you weren't coming because you're tired," I teased, laughing.

Sam just hissed. "Shut up."

"Tsk, sore loser."

"Let's start. I'm still sleepy," Sam said, yawning, and I just smiled.

And just like that, the fun starts.