27AN: If you haven't read "When Boys Play", I advise you do so. It will make the ensuing hijinks a lot easier to understand. This chapter is for all of you guys who wanted to know if anyone caught the boys' shenanigans on video.
This scene is set between Chapters 1 and 2 of "When Boys Play".
"Dude, are you getting all this?" an unkempt looking teenager hissed to his friend.
The black-haired boy, who couldn't be older than twenty, grinned back at him and held his iPhone aloft, pointing it in the direction of the multiple raised voices.
"You bet."
"That's that new one, right Zayn?" a blonde girl asked, looking at the phone admiringly.
"Yep," 'Zayn' said proudly and then waved his hands at them all impatiently in a shushing gesture. "Shh, we're missing this!"
The blonde girl hung onto Zayn's elbow and stared at the scene unfolding in front of them.
"Do you think they're actually going to do something with that tyre?"
A smaller girl rolled her eyes and popped her gum obnoxiously, "Don't be ridiculous, Mel. That scrawny guy," she pointed at the gangly blonde in shorts, "couldn't lift a carboard box never mind that tyre."
"But the black guy though, with those bulging muscles," Mel said with a dreamy expression on her face.
"Hey! I don't need to hear that!" the unkempt teenager complained.
"Oh, shut it Marcus," Mel scolded, not tearing her eyes away from the arguing LAPD officers. "Who do you think those other guys are?"
"They're probably a gang," Zayn said dismissively, standing on his toes to try and get a better shot.
"They don't look Mexican though."
The small girl rolled her eyes and said in exasperation, "Seriously, Mel? Do you really think only Mexicans can be in gangs? Check your racism, girl!"
"This is LA, Ashleigh," Mel said defensively.
"Exactly! We're like the meltingly-ist melting pot to ever melt."
"That made no sense," Marcus informed them with his own eye roll.
Ashleigh made as if to slap him only to be interrupted by a "Woah," from Zayn. He had even lowered is phone.
"That's impressive."
"I didn't know that spinning tyres could look so threatening."
The nondescript man was currently spinning said tyre between his hands with an extremely terrifying glare on his face. His was saying something heated to the taller of the LAPD officers. His whole stance screamed "I can kill you" to Marcus, he would definitely not want to come across the dude in an alley. He'd probably leave with no limbs.
"This is so going to get me a million views," gloated Zayn, focusing his camera so it zoomed in more.
"Why d'you think they're arguing with those officers?" Mel asked curiously. "It's like they came out of nowhere. I don't think they even did anything."
"They came from behind those crates, not out of nowhere," Ashleigh retorted impatiently. "You can't just pop out of nowhere."
"If they're ninjas, they could," argued Mel.
"Ninja's aren't real, stupid," Marcus told her.
"How do you know?" she demanded belligerently, with a stubborn tilt to her chin. "What else could they be?"
"People against authority, gang members, druggies (two of them look like they could be homeless), secret agents, the mafia" Marcus counted off.
"Maybe they're drunk," Mel added.
Zayn snorted, now trying to get closer to the scene, "Secret agent is so the least likely. I'm going for druggies who are already high."
Marcus looked over to the guys in question. They were getting louder and more aggressive now. One of the LAPD officers was turning a very impressive shade of purple as he poked the long-haired guy in the chest repeatedly. Apparently, aggressive shouting and alpha-mal behaviour didn't get you anywhere with police officer, who would have thought?
The other blonde was waving his hands above his head, looking like he was trying to explain something. His glasses were bouncing up and down his nose. He was literally the only one who didn't look threatening. At least the long-haired blonde had muscles1
"True," he conceded. "This doesn't take any skill at all."
"Yeah, we could totally argue with LAPD," said Mel.
"You have argued with LAPD," Ashleigh pointed out in amusement.
"I totally didn't deserve that ticket!"
Marcus ignored them, having heard this argument far too many times before, and focused on the far more interesting scene in front of him. The LAPD officer was now getting into the long-haired guy's personal space and bellowing like a bull.
The big guy definitely didn't take too kindly to that.
"Ouch," said Mel as they all winced.
"That's gotta hurt."
There was a thudding noise as the black guy snatched the tyre out of the unassuming guy's hands and shoved the tyre at the officers. The tyre didn't even roll, it was pushed so hard.
The officer who was giving the long-haired guy grief was practically doubled over in his pain and wheezing heavily.
Even the other three guys looked shocked at their pal's behaviour.
Zayn was practically drooling at all this "great" footage, bouncing back and forth of the balls of his feet. His footage was going to make his viewers motion sick if he wasn't careful with how he swung that phone of his.
"This is definitely making my channel famous!"
