Star Force Gemini Chapter 12 [part one]

"Dolla' dolla' billz ya'll." Ω says to 김재민 after they kill some more stupid Guild motherfuckers on their way to Diamond Plaza.
"Yeah, its pretty cool that we still get money for killing these assholes, isn't it fatass?" 김재민 says.
"Word." Ω replies.
"Why do we still get paid, if we aren't in The Guild?" 김재민 asks.
"The twenty three tattoo. It has a sensor in it, its atomatically transfers the billz into our account. Its also a tracting beacon."
"WHAT!?"
"Yup." Ω says. "That's why they always seem to come out of nowhere."
"It all makes sense." 김재민 says thinking about twenty three.
"The only difference is, [Jestro] hacked ours before we went to Omicron's Memorial Building. He red flagged us, making us an enemy of all Guild assassins."
"Why would he red flag us?" 김재민 asked.
"Because I told him to!" Ω screams. "We don't have to share anymore! We only share with other red flaggers. Its like we're our own little gang now. Let's call ourselves The Bad Ass Motherfuckers Gang!"
"Or The SFG Gang!"
"Or the Gang Raping Faggets Gang!" Ω says, and 김재민 stops, looks at him. He feels a little uncomfortable. "Was there too many 'gangs' in that name?"
"Yeah, Ω. That's why I'm looking at you like this, because the name Gang Raping Faggets Gang had too many gangs in it." 김재민 said, his voice radtiating sarcasim.
"Kay, cool." Ω says oblivious to the real reason 김재민 gave him such an odd look.

In another part of the city C41212105 is walking down the asiles of **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**'s CVC. He was following her as she did "Add", that's when she puts up those little yellow tags that say "Buy one, get on 50% off!" or "Buy two, get one free!" ect. C41212105 was trying to spit game at her, possibly to rebound from the heart break he had encountered a few days ago, but **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** wasn't catching the bait.
"So do you go to Pompey High?" He asked her.
"Gee, let me think C41212105," She said. "That is the only high school in the city, so what do you think?"
"I think that's a yeah." He said ignoring her bitchy sarcasim. "And you don't have to call me C41212105 if you don't want to, we're not with the guys. Carlos is fine."
"You're like the retarted red headed step child, huh?" She asked him.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you aren't an assassin, and they always make fun of you." She said moving onto another aisle.
"Well, we all make fun of each other, but yeah I am the ass of the jokes most of the time."
"Why?"
"Well," C41212105 began. "Its mainly because of that fat greek motherfucker, Ω, he and I never really got along."
"Why not?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked.
"Because when we all come from different worlds, and he thinks its stupid, me hiding who I really am to fit in with the popular crowd." C41212105 said.
"You do what?" She asked.
"Well, I'm sure if you know this, but I'm captain of the tennis team."
"I knew that, I'm not retarted, bitch I do go to school!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** was getting upset.
"I wasn't calling you retarted." C41212105 said. "I was just saying, I'm in the tennis team, and the highest rank, so I have to keep the persona of the arrogant jock, or else I'll lose all my credibility."
"That's stupid." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said not looking at him. "You should be who you are, fuck what everyone else thinks. If its friendship you're looking for, then those who accept you as you are, are your real friends. But the ones who judge you by your social class, are just fakers." This took C41212105 by surprise, never had he expected to hear such brutal honesty. "It seems to me," She continued. "that the guys; Ben, Ryan, and Frank, are your real friends."
"Yeah, I think so too." C41212105 agreed.
"Why do you think that?" She asked.
"Well, as much as they do make fun of me, if anyone else does, they..." He paused and looked around to see if anyone was listening.
"Kill them?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said doing add.
"Yeah." He admitted.
"So that's how you won last year's championship?" She asked. "I thought the rival tennis team crashed their bus coming down the Pompey downhill."
"They did." C41212105 said. "With Ω's help." They both laughed.
"So then, all the video broadcasts promoting you for class president and prom king?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked.
"Yup, [Jestro] and his badass hacking skillz."
"And what about that time the science building caught on fire, they said you were in the bathroom, everyone thought you were going to die."
"Yeah, 김재민 ran in and saved me, but I wasn't jackin-I'm mean taking a shit! I was just walking down the hall, and I passed out from the smoke."
"It sounds like you've got some great friends there, Carlos." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said. "But you're still like their retarted step brother who lost all of his hair from some rare non-fatal skin disease."
"Yeah, I am." C41212105 started to leave.
"Where are you going, bitch?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked.
"I'm gonna go home and talk to my dad, tell him I don't want to run the buisness after college."
"Okay." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said. "Text me later."
"See yah." C41212105 said and then he left CVC. He walked to his car and stood in front of the door, looking up at the moon. Maybe she was right? Maybe he should take off that V mask and live life the way he wanted to?
He opened the door, turned on the car, DJ Machete is playing Remember the Good Things by Milosh. C41212105 drives home, his head bobbing to the beat.
"And remember the good things." Milosh sings as C41212105 gets closer and closer to home.

-Sir Jestro