Justin's POV:

I was sitting on the back of the bench, whistling a melody from a song when the roaring of a car parking made me look up. I squinted my eyes, the peak of my black cap shielding them from the sun. It was a white Audi and soon, a brunette girl got out of it, making her way towards me. She was wearing posh clothes that I don't even know the name of but they looked expensive and her eyes were hidden behind a pair of Carrera sunglasses. "Hey." she said sitting next to me. "You're pretty early today." I pointed. "There was less traffic." she shrugged.  I looked at her, nodded and looked down again, resting my elbows on my knees and playing with my fingers. "Oh my god! What happened to your eye?" she took her sunglasses off and grabbed my chin softly, making me turn around to face her. She had an expression of horror on her face like she had never seen a black eye. Well, maybe she hasn't. "Nothing." I mumbled, not really wanting to explain how I got it. "Doesn't look like nothing." she crooked an eyebrow looking at me like she was trying to get into my brain. I didn't say anything in hopes that she would drop it but seems like the chick likes being annoying. "You know, you don't have to tell me how you got it, honestly, I don't think I wanna know, but at least you could have put on some ice. It looks like your eye is gonna fall." she shook her head, probably picturing the image of my eye falling in her head. I chuckled. "I don't think you wanna know either." I say.

Flashback

"Man we have some business to do. Now." Tyson's voice saved me from having to listen to Alejandra's stupid comments anymore. Judging by the tone of his voice, this was serious and since Mike was coming too, it didn't involve just one person.  We got to Luke's old van and I climbed on the back seat with Mike while Tyson sat on the passenger's. They all looked nervous and concentrated so I guessed I was the only one oblivious to what was going on. "Can someone explain me what the fuck's wrong?" I asked, switching my gaze between the three of them.  "Anthony wants to see us. He said it was urgent and I don't think that's good." Luke looked briefly at me while he drove at high speed through the streets of the Bronx. After 20 minutes, we were at Anthony's place. It was an old warehouse in the outskirts of the city. The rest of the buildings around it had burnt down years ago because of a fire someone started to burn a dead body, so now, the warehouse stood alone in the middle of heaps of rubble. We made our way inside, where Anthony was already waiting. The inside of the building wasn't much prettier than the outside. It was dark and monotonously decorated. The smell of drugs filled very corner and if you aren't used to it, it burns your nostrils. "It's nice to see you again guys. Thanks for being so fast." Anthony turned around in his chair, making it look like we were in some gangster movie. I inwardly chuckled. He may try to sound nice but behind his words there's just venom. He is the kind of man that is not attached to anything in his life, besides his money obviously. He eyed us with his only healthy eye – the other one was covered by a black patch. I don't know how he got it but I don't care either. "What do you want us to do this time?" Luke asked. You could say he's the leader of the gang because he's the older – being 23 – but this is not even a gang. We just need money and the fastest way to get it here is through drugs. Anthony controls all the selling and buying in New York City but he doesn't sell anything directly. That's where we come into the scene. We basically do the dirty work. "I need you to deliver some merchandise and collect some earnings." he smirked. One of his men gave us some bags with cocaine, marijuana, LSD.. you name it; he has it.  "Rodriguez owes us money. Tell him to bring it tomorrow or he dies." he whispered the last part like he would enjoy killing him more than getting the money. He's a sick bastard but he pays well. We made our way back to the van with all the bags and drove away, delivering everything. "I have a feeling this Rodriguez guy is not gonna have the money." Tyson shook his head. And he was right. We went to the guy's apartment and pretended to be pizza delivers so he would let us in. Once we were there I took a glance around the place. It was small, dirty and it stank. I was surprised to see he was not older than me. I had imagined him to be the typical 40-year-old-dumped-by-his-wife-man-that-resorts-to-drugs-for-the-rest-of-his-miserable-life. I always liked to wonder about clients' lives and imagine how they might be or why they were doing drugs. It's a fun hobby when you have nothing better to do. "You owe the boss £2k." Tyson said coming closer to the terrified boy. "I don't have them yet." the boy stuttered, stepping back. "Well, that's a pity for you because if you don't hand them to him tomorrow he's gonna kill you, no joke." Tyson warned. I was watching the door so I didn't see it coming when the guys threw a punch at my eye and tried to escape. "What the fuck?" I yelled cupping my eye with my hand but before he could escape, I grabbed his ankle making him fall down. "Wrong move, buddy." I smirked straddling him. He covered his face with his hands but my fist aimed for his stomach. He cried in pain and when I was preparing to hit again I felt my hand being held by one of the guys. "Let's go Justin. This is not our job, we already warned him." Mike said trying to calm me down. We left the guy, curling on the floor of his crappy apartment and walked to the van. "I feel bad for him. I bet Anthony's got a painfully slow death planned." Mike shook his head. He was the pacific type. Didn't like fights and always tried to solve everything by talking. You wouldn't believe me if you saw his built. He was tall and muscular and his arms and torso were covered in tattoos, making him look like the kind of guy you don't wanna mess with. But in reality, he is a joker and once you get to know him, he becomes a good friend. We all nodded and fell into a comfortable silence. "Justin can you keep this for me?" Tyson asked lifting a little bag of cocaine in his hand. "Tell me you didn't steal that from what Anthony gave us." I said widening my eyes. He bit his lip. "Are you crazy? If he notices, you're gonna be in deep trouble." I said. "He will think I delivered it." he shrugged. "Yeah and the Holy Spirit will pay for you right?" I snorted. "Can you keep it or not?" he sighed running a hand through his nearly-bald head. "No. I've told you I don't want anything in my house. I have younger brothers and a mother. Besides, I don't even do that shit." I switched my gaze to the window. Nobody in my house knows about this business and I want it to remain like that. "Fine." he gave up. "Luke?" he asked. "Don't look at me, it's your shit not mine." Luke said keeping his eyes on the road. "No." Mike replied before Tyson could even ask him. "Great to have friends like you." he crossed his arms across his chest and furrowed his eyebrows like a little kid. We all broke into fits of laughter.

End of Flashback

Yeah, she definitely doesn't wanna know. "I hit my eye with a door." Bullshit. I knew she wouldn't buy it but I had to try. "Okay, you can pretend what you said is true and I will pretend that I believe you." she said chuckling. "Deal." I agreed amused. I was glad she hadn't kept insisting on getting it out of me like some little nosy bitch I know. Soon, the kids came out running. "Are we taking Justin and Jaxon in your car again?" Tommy asked with hopeful eyes. It seems like he and Jaxon have become really good friends in spite of the obvious differences between them. Or their lifestyles for that matter. "As much as I'd loved to.." Selena looked from him to me. "We can't." she shot me an apologetic smile. "Why not?" Tommy whined. "Because Mum told me to be at her office at six and we won't make it in time." she explained. She didn't sound too happy about it but she seems like the typical girl that wouldn't say no to her parents. "It's okay. We'll see you tomorrow." I said smiling at Tommy. He was a cute kid. "I'm sorry Justin." Selena kept apologizing while she bit her lip. She might be doing it absentmindedly but it was sexy. "Don't worry, Sel." I shot her my infamous smile making her smile back. "Okay, see you tomorrow then." she stated with the smile still plastered on her face. I nodded and picked Jaxon's bag, walking to the subway. 

Selena's POV:

"Why does Mum want you to go to her office?" Tommy asked from the back seat of the car. I looked at him through the rearview mirror and saw he was disappointed. He and Jaxon seemed to have become good friends. "She wants to show me her new collection." I clarified, focusing on the road again. "Oh. How boring." he snorted cutely. My mother was a fashion designer, one of the most famous of New York City. She had transmitted me her passion for the world of fashion. Since I was little, I've been going to her office to help her work on her designs and sometimes, I've worn them on the runway for her presentations. Her clothes are a bit too formal for school but whenever we have a special occasion, like a wedding or simply people coming home for dinner, she makes me wear her dresses. I usually don't complain, except for that time when the ruffles of my skirt were so big that they covered my face when I sat. Yeah, I looked like a cupcake. Weird. I giggled. "You know I like fashion, so it's not boring for me." I say. "But I also know you like Justin more than fashion." he stated like a little-know-it-all.  "What?" my cheeks immediately flushed a bright shade of pink. I don't like Justin. Sure he's handsome, but he's not my type. I think.  "As you and your friends would say; he's so hot." he tried to imitate a high-pitched girl voice and I couldn't help but laugh. "You know, for a seven-year-old, you're wise." I admitted still giggling. "I know." he said cockily. How cute is my little brother? I dropped Tommy at home and left him with Blake before driving off to see my mother. "Good afternoon, Fred." I saluted the caretaker of the building after I crossed the pristine glass doors of the entrance.  "Good afternoon, Miss Gomez." he politely greeted me back. Fred is a nice man and I've practically known him all my life. When I was little and I had to come to the office with my Mum, I would come to him if I got bored. He and his wife – Alicia – gave me candy and played with me. Alicia passed away almost two years ago. She had a terrible pneumonia during the winter and died on Christmas Day. Ever since then, Fred isn't as happy as he used to be but I don't blame him, it was a very sad new for all of us too. I took the elevator right before the doors closed, letting out a relieved sigh once I knew I wasn't trapped between the doors. That must feel horrible. Once, a girl from my school was waiting for the subway and when she was about to walk in, the doors caught her nose. It got broken. "Selena!" a manly voice exclaimed next to me. "You've grown up so much! You look more like your beautiful mother every day." Ben Doffer wrapped his arms around me like I was some kind of miracle. This man has had a crush on my mother for as long as I can remember. He works at the law company on the floor under my Mum's office but surprisingly, he always ends up on the 25th instead of the 24th. "Ben!" I exclaimed back, getting free from his embrace. I tried to sound happy about seeing him and secretly glanced at the red numbers on the wall. Still on floor 10th.  "I haven't seen you in so long!" he said with this annoying laugh of his, before getting a comb out of his blazer and brushing his hair back. "I haven't come around in a while." I laughed nervously. It's not like every time I come, I make sure I hide from him. Finally, we reached his floor and the door opened. "Isn't this your floor?" I asked sweetly. He playfully hit his head. "Oh yeah, you have a good memory, Selena." he complimented and got out, shouting before the doors closed. "Just like your mother!" he added. "Oh my gosh." I muttered straightening my clothes. When I eventually arrived at the office, I walked towards my mother's secretary desk. "Hey, Veronica." I greeted her. She looked up from her papers. "Selena, it's good to see you." she smiled at me, tucking the bangs of her straight orange hair behind her ears. "It's good to see you too." I grinned. "New glasses?" I asked. "Yeah, my boyfriend sat on the old ones." she looked down embarrassed. "I like these ones, purple suits you." I told her truthfully. "Thank you." I'm glad I made her smile. She's a really sweet and nice girl unlike all the other girls who work here. They only worry about being slim and kissing my mother's ass so she won't fire them. That's why my Mum makes me come here sometimes; she knows that I'll tell her if her designs suck. I'm a pretty honest and blunt person. "Oh you're here, honey." My Mum came out of her office with a cup of coffee in her hands. "Yeah I was talking with Ronnie." I said, kissing her cheek. "I'm glad to see you get on well but now Ronnie has to work and you have to help me." she didn't say it in an offensive way, she's always nice to her employees but she makes them work hard.  Veronica laughed lightly and went back to her papers as I followed my Mum into the room where she keeps all the finished clothes. "This is the new collection." she pointed to a trail from which hung at least a dozen dresses. "Check it out and tell me what you think." I ran my fingers through the soft cloths of the dresses, stopping by a lilac one. I took the hanger out, revealing a short light purple strapless dress that was tight until the waist, where it hung loosely in several coats. "I knew you'd like that one." my Mum said, finishing her coffee with a small sip and sitting on a table. She seemed like a strict mother but she was pretty cool and she could act like a best friend sometimes, just not when the Bronx was involved, as you've already seen. "It's beautiful." I held it still in awe. "I actually thought you may want to wear it to your birthday party." she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "Seriously?" I screamed, cupping my open mouth with my free hand. She nodded, happy that I had liked it. I put the dress on the rail again and ran to hug her. "Thank you Mum, it's awesome." I mumbled between her brown hair. "Go on, try it." she waved her hand encouragingly. I stripped off my white jeans and blue top and put on the dress. I turn around myself repeatedly in front of the mirror, loving how the low part flew with the air. "You look great." My Mum admitted, putting on her red elongated glasses. "We just have to sew this tighter." she arranged some pins on the sides of my ribs. "Ow, you pinched me." I squealed, jumping lightly. "Sorry." she chuckled. "Okay, it's ready. You can take it off." she said. "I don't want to." I sang, dancing around the room like I was 5 years old. "You have to. I need to show you something else." she laughed and walked to a drawer, getting some sheets out of it. I changed back into my clothes, already missing the beautiful dress.  "What are those?" I asked, referring to the sheets in her hands. "I'm thinking about launching a men collection and those are just some sketches." she handed them to me. I sat on the table like she had previously done, examining the drawings that would later turn into real clothing. "I think they're cool." I lifted my head to look at her. "I wanted your opinion, you know, since you know how boys your age dress." she explained. "Wait, you wanna make a collection for teenage boys?" I questioned, confused. "Young adults." she corrected, making me roll my eyes playfully. "They're good anyway, I can help you sometime if you want." I suggested, smiling. "I was thinking you could ask Nate to come and give his point of view.." she trailed off, looking at me from the corner of her eye. "I don't know Mum, we're not even a couple yet. It would be weird." I confess. "Then I'll tell his Dad myself." she decided, exiting the room. I took one last glance at the designs. They looked totally like something Nate would wear but nothing like Justin's style. Why am I even comparing them?