Charlie's POV

"No."
"Yes!"
"Jorel, this is a bad idea."
"Jorel?" J-Dog sneered as he turned around, eyes showing the rage of hearing his own name, "Who the fuck do you think you are? My mom? Fucking William?" He turned to George, who laughed and smacked a a
hand on my shoulder, saying "Yeah, Jordon, lighten the fuck up" as he did.
I flinched, suddenly understanding why Jay was upset. Our nicknames were a way of separating us from a art of us, a weaker, childish part of our inner self.
"Don't pussy out on us," Johnny said, voice holding a glint of threat.
"I just... don't think this is smart."
"I don't think it was smart to just leave an empty cop car in the middle of an empty ally, that pig is practically begging for some." Johnny grinned, "So how 'bout it, Jordon? You want to be on top of the world, or the very dirt beneath your own feet?"
Beneath your feet, I thought. But I gave in, "Fine, okay. But I'm not going to tag it."
"What do you mean?" Jay smirked, coming close and forcing the can into my hands, "You're going to be the first one to do it."
I starred at the can, the dark nozzle glared back like an evil eye. Johnny pushed me forward in a false form of encouragement. I made my way to the car, stopping inches from the black and white metal. I couldn't hesitate now because if I did, I wouldn't be able to do it, I'd run with my tail tucked between my legs, and Jay, with the help of George, would easily destroy my puny career. So, sucking in a breath, I pushed down on the nozzle, a cloud of black paint spewed out, staining the gleaming white of the car.
"HEY! FREEZE MOTHERFUCKER!"
I let out an embarrassingly high pitched screamed, dropping the can. Spinning around, I was met with a gun pointed straight at me. The cop had come back after all, a bag of donuts at his feet. I would've laughed if I hadn't been about to piss myself.
"You're in big trouble, hands behind your head!" I did as he said, wildly looking around for Jay and Johnny, yet they were gone. The cop wasted no time, slamming me face down onto the hood of his car, arms wrenched behind me back, and cuffs that were so tight, the skin they cut into started to bleed.
He started grunting out my rights, spitting them out as if they were so fowl it burned his tongue. "Are there any more of you?"
I closed my eyes, my heart pounding against my chest like a drum.
"No, it was just me."

"I'm disappointed in you, Terrell." William said, shaking his head.
Guilt pressed down hard on my shoulders, I whispered "I know" but I don't think he heard me. Disappointment was worse than anger, it meant that you betrayed your trust, a trust so strong that it wouldn't heal, at least not for a very long time. But then again, how much could you trust a criminal? Even a wrongly accused criminal?
"What were you thinking? A police car of all things! I thought you were smarter than this."
"It..." The words died in my throat.
It wasn't my fault.
Why should I protect them? They left me to die, to take all the blame. But, then again, I was the only one who tagged the car, but I still shouldn't have to take all the blame.
I cleared my throat, "It wasn't my idea."
"Then who's was it?"
I opened my mouth, then shut it again. I could suddenly see myself, bloody and broken on the floor. I could hear the threat in Johnnys' voice, the glint in J-Dogs' eyes.
"Snitch."
"It was Charlie's."
"Who's Charlie?"
"Me. I'm Charlie." I internally flinched at how ridiculous I sounded.
"But you just said it wasn't your idea?"
"No, not my idea, I'm Jordon. That was Charlie, my, uh, alter ego."
"You're alter ego," Disbelief showed Williams eyes, he didn't believe me, "And this 'alter ego' of yours, he desecrated the police car?"
"Y-yeah, yeah he's a, uh, bitch."
he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "You're covering for someone, aren't you, Jordon?"
"No." I could feel the sweat pouring down my face.
"Is it Jorel?"
"...no."
William waved it off, "You're free to go, but you're room will now be locked at night."
"What If I need to use the bathroom?" I blurted out in protest.
"I'll give you a bucket! Now go on, you'll miss lunch."
I forced out a bitter laugh before quickly making my leave, once gone, I tried to be casual on my walk back to my room.
"Do you're the guy who fucked with the cop."
I inwardly groaned, mumbling out a "I don't have time for this" as I spun around to meet my antagonizer. 
"I'm disappointed, I expected something more," he stood a good inch below my nose, clearly no threat to my superiority. So I puffed up my chest and prepared for a fight, starting it out nicely with a "who the fuck do you think you're talking too?"
I'll thank Jorel for the set up later.
"Fuck if I know.. a baby faced bitch?" He offered with a sly grin. He reminded me of a cat, eager and on edge, ready for a worthy opponent. 
"Yeah, look who's talking, you look like you lost your way to the Jersey Shore!"
Yeah, take that, bitch.
"Really? You're going for my hair? What, are you going to pull it next?"
I cooked an eyebrow and grinned, "Only if you call me Daddy."
"In your dreams grandpa, who the fuck are you anyways?"
"I'm fuckin Charlie Scene, in the flesh."
He chuckled and leaned against the wall, "Charlie Sheen?" 
"Scene, dumbass."
"Yeah, Sheen. Names Danny."
"Like what? Danny California?"
"Murillo, actually."
I invited him back to my dorm, deciding that the kid was alright. 
I swung the door open and stepped through with Danny trailing behind me.
J-Dog made his presence known, "Hey fuck face! I was worried you weren't going to show," he paused, eyeing the stranger in his room, "Did you bring back a new fuck buddy?"
George rolled out of his bunk, a wide smile across his face, "What are you? A fag?"
"What the fuck did you call me?" Danny shoved passed me, George meeting him half way as they both instantly got in each others faces. 
"Fucking call me it again, I fucking dare you."
"You're a fuckin' fag-"
BAMN!
Danny smashes his fist straight into his jaw, so hard that the larger man falls on a knee. I held a tense breath, fear gripping my chest. Johnny growled, he fucking growled. Practically leaping at the other, Johnny grabbed him by his shoulders, swung his body around, and crushes it into the cement that made up the walls. Danny yelled out in pain, desperately trying to fend him off as red smeared across the white. Both Jay and I grabbed ahold of Johnny, it took minutes to finally drag him off and onto the floor. Danny was released, he struggled to his feet and stared at the other with a mixture of fear and disbelief. He suddenly threw himself into a run, speeding out the door. He didn't care that he looked like a coward, the man was clearly a psycho. George then turned his blood thirsty rage onto us, kneeing Jorel in the groin, and then spinning around to me. Everything then began to play in slow motion, George drew back his fist, I tried to scramble back and get away, but I was too slow, his fist collided with my face. Pain explodes behind my eye and I see a blinding white. Then it becomes dark, a darkness that pulls you in and refuses to let go.