"I'm not your boyfriend or love interest, Penny. You should remember that."

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It has been three weeks and one day since everybody declared us as the Predators. I always have to contain laughter when I hear that name, but boys adore it. I know for a fact they love the fear we create in people because, for the past three weeks, not one guy talked or looked at us.

The current situation is actually something I never experienced before. I think these boys truly saved my life and now, I am becoming more and more like them. I started smoking and I got the signature tattoo all of them had on their shoulders.

It shows knuckles of a left hand with your member number and three drops of blood dripping from it - I am a six, because I joined the last and Gage is a one, because he has been here the longest. They also talked about a boy on the outside who was good with Gage when he came here, but I don't think he was a part of their group or that he has the tattoo.

I was scared to death when they invaded my cell one night and dragged me out to do the tattoo, but I really had no choice. I had to do it or 'I would have to face the consequences', Gage said and I ain't fighting with that psychopath.

Right now, it was three in the morning and I sneaked out of my cell to the smoking spot. It became my habit - when I couldn't sleep, I would come here and smoke until my lungs feel like punching me in the face. I still don't know how Blue didn't find about me because I think I'm a pretty bad at sneaking out.

Other than that, I loved sitting out here and looking at the dark, shiny sky.

It's strange how those guys changed me in less than a month. It was like I embraced their habits, slangs and actions, although I never intended to. I was present in their company almost all day, every day and it was visible. I don't think my dad would be able to recognize me if he came to visit.

Which he never did, anyways.

In the earlier days, when they talked about getting out of here and riding bikes, wearing leather jackets and going to the movies, I didn't even agitate about what came out of their mouths. Now, I want the same thing they do - complete freedom and greaser life style.

It's absurd when I think about it or say it, but they are my first real friends. They became my family although they knew what I did and I knew what all of them did. That is why I don't think I would survive out there without them.

I know I wouldn't because I don't have any family besides my dad, who disowned me. I would have to live on streets, all alone, begging for food.

But, now I know I'm safe because I have them. They are my family and they would never leave me alone.

Suddenly, the metal doors slammed open and I jumped, quickly putting out the cigarette.

"Holy shit, Atlas! My heart literally jumped out of my chest because of you!" I hissed at him while he closed the door behind him, a smirk spreading across the right side of his face. I tried to ignore how hot that made him look. "What are you doing here?" I sat back at my spot, cursing at myself for thinking about him in that way.

He looked at me for a second, like he tried to figure out if I was retarded or not. "I could ask you the same thing."

"What, are we in a fucking pre-school now?" I scoffed. "No, Atlas, I asked first!" I raised my voice, mimicking a six year old child.

"Gals with a pretty face like yours shouldn't curse," was all he said before he sat next to me, lighting a cigarette. I blankly stared at him, trying to process what he just said.

Did he actually call me pretty?

"Intelligent boys like you shouldn't end up in a cooler," I shot back and separated my eyes from him, piercing a hole through the door in front of me. Who does he think he is to tell me what to say and do?

"It's rather funny," he let out a bitter laugh. "I never thought you'd pick up Gage's attitude."

I raised my eyebrows, snapping my head in his direction. How dare he? "What the hell is your problem?!" I bursted, squinting at him. "First, you acted unavailable and rude, then you saved my life and pretend to care and now you've ignored me for fucking weeks, suddenly complimenting my 'pretty' face!"

He looked at me with a raised brow, cigarette hanging between his lips. "Why do you care what I do?" he asked me with an emotionless face expression, which was really starting to irritate me. "I'm not your boyfriend or love interest, Penny. You should remember that."

That sentence ticked me off. I got up and punched him in the balls with my foot, feeling like I should've done much more, though. He shouldn't talk to me like that, not after everything that happened.

I turned around, as he whined in pain, and opened the metal doors, storming off into the building.

I started climbing up the stairs that led to halls, when I heard footsteps. I peeled my small body to the wall, trying to camouflage myself in darkness.

Fuck! They can't find me here! I am not kidding when I say Blue will kill me. He even said so.

"I heard something, I swear," older male voice said and I instantly recognized Blue. Shit, shit, shit!

"There she is!" another male voice screamed from the distance as panic rose in my chest. I couldn't move or think straight. "She is one of them!"

I quickly turned around to find Atlas peeking behind the doors and giving me signals to crouch down. "Come here!" he whispered, looking at me like I was an idiot for not thinking about it before.

At the same time, I wanted to punch and thank him. I crawled back outside and he closed the door behind me, leaning against them. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I manically paced in circles, imagining very vivid scenarios of what will Blue do us. "They will fucking find us!"

He crossed arms on his chest and eyed me up and down. "Shut your trap. They don't know about this place," he warned me, looking like he didn't have a care in the world, which annoyed me even more.

I walked over to him, bumping into his chest. "Are you that dumb?! They own this building! How could they not know about our smoking spot?!"

He sighed, biting on a cigarette. I never wanted to admit this, but he looked so hot under the moonlight - with blond hair falling on his forehead, strange eyes that glistened with mischief and his lips seductively playing with the tip of the cigarette. I mentally punched myself for thinking about him like that. He clearly stated he has no interest in me, whatsoever.

"You are overreacting, they never found us here," he stretched the words as I shot him a death glare before turning my back on him. Why are boys so oblivious? Of course they knew about big, metal doors that led to outside!

I continued to walk in circles and suck on my cigarette, practically ripping all of my hair out. "They will throw us in isolation and leave us there for months." He threw the cigarette on the floor and came to me, grabbing my wrists. I froze in place, looking into his eyes with shock.

"Stop doing that! It's making me anxious," he whispered, never separating our hands. I felt enchanted, standing so close to him while touching, although I knew there isn't and will not be anything between us.

"Why are you acting like this?" I asked him, trying to find any emotion in his eyes. He didn't move nor blink. He has been stranger than ever for a couple of days now, even Jesus noticed it.

"My mother sent me a letter," he replied, with a stone cold expression and even colder voice tone. I raised my eyebrows and gave him a sign to continue. "She told me I no longer have a house to call my home. She fucking disowned me."

"Why would she do that? You ended up in juvie because of her," I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, although I felt nothing, but sympathy for him. I don't know what's wrong with me because I was angry with him just a second ago.

He shrugged, breaking eye contact. "She found a new husband and I became trash they threw out like I mean nothing." I couldn't hear anything, but pain reflecting in his voice.

My mind was racing with thoughts and emotions, mostly because I experienced the same thing as him, but I didn't know what to say. So, I followed my heart and, without thinking about it, I grabbed his neck and kissed his soft lips, standing at the tip of my toes.

At first, he didn't even move. I thought I embarrassed myself and that he'll mock me about this forever, but soon enough, he felt the same thing I did - pure connection. He kissed me back and carefully rested his hands on my lower back as I played with his shiny hair. But, that didn't last long, just as nothing good doesn't in real life.

"I KNEW IT!" Blue's voice snapped us back to reality and I automatically grabbed Atlas' hand in support, looking into his cold eyes with fear. Yes, I admit it, I was terrified. He will kill us after this, I have no doubt in that. "You two are dead!" Blue growled in disgust as two guards tore us apart and threw us into the building.

I felt a strong pinch in my left arm and soon afterwards, everything turned black. I heard Atlas' strong voice in the background, but I was long gone to even comprehend what he said.

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My eyes fluttered open to unknown surroundings as I laid on my stomach, my face pressed against cold, hard floor. Everything was wet and my body was drowning in pure darkness. Am I even alive? "You're up," a familiar, husky voice startled me and I instantly sat straight, trying to adjust my sight.

"Atlas?" I called, searching for him through the dark. When I finally caught the sparkle of his eyes, I crawled to him. "How long was I out?" I whispered, pure horror creeping from my voice.

He let out a soft laugh and brushed a hand through his hair, his eyes still looking into mine. "Two days."

I felt every sign of life leaving my body. "I was unconscious for two whole days?" I gasped in shock. "And you were awake the entire time?"

He scoffed, tapping his foot against the metal bars in front of him. "What the fuck did you expect? I am not Blue's favorite person," he pointed out, obviously not interested in conversation.

With that, panic rose in my chest, rapidly and unexpected. I got up to my feet and pressed my face against the cold, wet bars. I tried searching for anything that could tell us where we were or help us escape, but it was worthless. I saw nothing, but suffocating, overwhelming darkness.

"They will leave us here until we starve to death!" I squealed, separating myself from the bars. "We need to get out of here! Did you see anything that could help us?" I asked him, crouching in front of his body.

"What the fuck is your problem, huh? They will never let us leave, not without a proper punishment," he explained and I could feel his strong, judging, glare on me.

I let out a breath and fell on my ass like somebody pushed me behind. My body relaxed and I realized we are going to be here for a long time. "How long?"

"Three weeks."

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