So you've probably noticed my writing style and how I use things from GTA V like the car and alcohol names for example. I'm making like a little graphic, if you wanna call it that, of the cars that everyone owns as well as what they compare to in real life if it helps with anything! The song is Chop Suey by the band System Of A Down!

(Tylers POV)

I run to the nearest car that isn't being taken by the board of people and elbow the window. It breaks on impact and I unlock the door from the inside. I watch as Jordan gets Hope in the passenger seat of a black Revolter. I climb inside and see that the keys were so generously left in here. I start the car up and slam the door shut. I lean out the window and get a couple of shots in at his car before he was going in the opposite direction from the way he was parked. You're not getting away that easy fucking weasel.

My phone was ringing in my pocket as I started to quickly follow him. I yank it out and answer it, not bothering to see who was calling.

"Kinda busy right now saving Hope, what do you need?" I say as I pass the slow cars and start to catch up to Jordan.

"YOU'RE TELLING ME, THAT YOU LET HER OUT OF YOUR SIGHTS?! TYLER YOU HAD ONE FUCKING JOB! ONE SIMPLE FUCKING JOB AND YOU SOMEHOW FUCKED IT UP!" Evan screams at the other end of the call. I roll my eyes half tempted to hang up but don't.

"Well, you can yell at her when you see her here soon. She acted like he was the only person in the whole place and was throwing herself at him." I turn down the radio in the car as I go into the other lane of traffic to try and see if I'll get ahead of him faster.

"What the hell do you mean?! You know what forget about it, I'm getting ahold of Craig, maybe he's doing what he's supposed to do." The call beeped to an end.

I toss my phone over in the passenger seat as I get back to the right side of traffic, now closer to Jordan's car. I lean out of the window again and start shooting at his tires. I kept shooting until my mag ran out. I drift to a stop as I watch the car spin out of control to where it flipped over five times before finally hitting the guardrail. I'm dead, Evan's going to kill me himself, then Brian, then Craig, and the list just keeps going on.

I get out of the car and run over to the now smoking car. I open up the passenger door and see Jordan's head slumped against the airbag of the wheel. Hope slowly looks over at me as a huge cut is bleeding on her forehead from the broken glass, that's one person who's not going to kill me at least.

"Why did you do this... I love him." I lean into the car and unbuckle her seatbelt.

"Like hell you do. Quit the act, he's knocked out or luckily dead. We gotta get back to the warehouse before cops come." I grab underneath her thighs and pick her up and out of the car.

"Leave me, I have to see if he's alright." She turns her head to look back at the wreck.

"Hope, you're starting to piss me off, shut up." I carry her back to the stolen car and strap her in the passenger seat.

I tear off part of my sleeve and hand her the piece of fabric. I get back into the driver's seat and pull onto the highway to head back to the warehouse. She looks at the sun visor mirror as she wipes away the blood dripping down her face. She gets out my phone from underneath her and tosses it into my lap.

"How about a thank you for preventing you from getting kidnapped again." I glance over to her as she holds the fabric to the cut. She looks away from me ignoring what I said.

"I said how about a thank you," I say as I swat her shoulder. She looks over at me pissed as she hits me back.

"Are you blind?! I went willingly to him, WILLINGLY. I want to be with him, I don't want to be with anyone else but him!" She yells at me. I scoff and look back to the road.

"Tell it to Evan, I dare you. I wanna see how that works for you, honestly, cause he as well as everyone else is going to look at you like you're crazy." I get on the exit ramp to head back to the docks.

"Why does it matter? I'm not dating him or anything, I'm trying to get with Jordan and you ruined that for me." Hope looks back out her window. I guess this conversation is over because I really don't want to push it any further.

(Hopes POV)

Tyler puts the car in park and turns it off. How are we already back at the warehouse, we were just at the club a second ago?

"Where's everyone else at?" I ask. We get out of the car as he points to his Calvacade parked like it never left.

"Don't go acting like you forgot what happened back there, Evan's already pissed as is because of you." Great, what happened THIS time?

"Well considering the last thing I remember is getting a drink spilled on me back at the club. I wouldn't call it acting because I honestly don't remember what happened and why we're back here." I say. He opened the door and walked inside the warehouse.

"Tyler I'm telling the truth! What the hell happened back there!" I yell out to him. He continued to ignore me as we walked past the meeting room.

A hand grabbed the back of my neck and started to push me in the direction of the shooting range. I look over and see Holly and Brian get up from their seats to watch what was happening.

"You wanna run off with other guys like it's no big deal. Fine, do that, I'm not going to waste MY fucking gang members' lives to save your ungrateful ass. You can barely defend yourself, so, we're going to help with that. EVERYONE IN THE GYM NOW!" Evan yells out behind me. His finger grip tightened around my neck. I have never seen him this mad before, ever.

"Evan let go of me I did nothing wrong!" I elbow him in his chest a few times to make him let go of me, but he just held on tightly.

He opens the gym door where John, Lui, Marcel, and Brock were working out at different equipment. They all look in our direction as Evan drags me to the middle and pushes me away.

"Woah, Woah, what's going on? Evan, just chill out okay." Lui says as he runs over to Evan, Brock, and John run over to me seeing if I'm alright.

"Marcel, I want you to practice fighting with her and don't hold back either," Evan says. Marcel looks between Evan and I.

"Evan, you need to calm down. What happened?" Marcel asks as he slowly walks over to me.

"She thinks running off with the dude who kidnapped her is funny apparently so her boyfriend can come to save her." What the fuck is he talking about?

I bring the crook of my elbow to my mouth and turn to look at Evan, please don't attack me. He had an agitated look on his face as he crossed his arms. Well, at least he isn't attacking me. From behind everyone slowly walked in through the open gym door.

"Evan, what are you talking about. I remember nothing about what happened. The last thing I remember at the club was getting drinks spilled on me, then next thing I know, I'm back here with Tyler just like that," Tyler came into the gym and gave me an annoyed look.

"Tyler, what happened, you clearly know what happened, tell them what I did since clearly I don't remember what happened." He walks up to Evan and rolls his eyes.

"You ran into Jordan and made googly eyes at him and just begged him to take you back to his place. I chased after you and him until you guys crashed and brought you back here. What's there to forget Hope, hm?" He says. I look at him confused.

"Either you're lying or it wasn't me who did that." Evan starts chuckling as he shakes his head.

"Tyler may hate you, but he isn't a liar Hope. Brian, you taught her everything she needs to know about fighting, it's not enough. Come here and teach her some more so we don't have to go after her anymore when she decides to run off again." Evan says looking back at Brian.

"How about you calm the fuck down buddy. If she doesn't remember she doesn't remember. What if she was given some shit too that's the opposite of your stuff? You don't remember going after her when you see her. Maybe she doesn't remember when she sees Jordan." Brian says walking over to me.

"Evan, he has a point. When Jordan came back here to come take me back, he gave me some shit that knocked me out and put me in a coma-like state. Maybe that shit also makes it to where I think I need to be with Jordan, I don't know what was in it so I can't tell you." I'm starting to become desperate, why isn't he believing me.

"Okay, let's say that's true-" Evan was cut off as Tyler grabbed onto his shoulder.

"Evan, I think she's right. In the club, before she and Jordan ran off together, he said something about it working. I don't know if he was talking about whatever went on with her, but I have a pretty good guess that it was. Otherwise, why would she run off with the dude who's obsessed with her?" About time with stepping in Tyler. Evan rolls his eyes and looks at me.

"She needs to do a better job at defending herself so that this doesn't happen again. Do you guys not realize we've started a gang war?" Evan turns around to look at everyone as they're now in the room.

     "Yeah, one that you fucking started." I say still holding my arm against my face.

     I'm not going to just stand here and let him yell at me about what happened when it wasn't my fault. He turns and looks over at me. I hold my breath as he now walks over to me.

     "I'm not going to stand here and let you yell at me for something that's way out of my control. I don't yell at you for attacking me whenever you look at me so why are you doing it to me?" I ask as he stands in front of me.

     "Not to mention you want everyone else to come fight me, why don't you do it yourself pussy? Teach me to defend myself since I'm so horrible at it apparently. No... you know what here. Let's see if I can defend myself against you since I'm so bad at it. It's not like you'll remember it anyway." I turn around and take out the eye contacts throwing them away from me since they serve no purpose anymore.

     "Hope stop!" Brock yells as I turn and look at Evan.

     He pushed John and Brock away from us as he grabbed onto my throat and slammed me down to the matted ground. I grab at his hands to try and get them away from my throat. It wasn't working, so, I was able to knee him right where the sun doesn't shine at. He instantly let's go of me and I was able to breathe again. I pushed him off of me and got up. Tyler and Ryan run over to Evan while Craig and Brian run over to my side.

    "NO! LET ME KEEP GOING AT HIM! I CAN'T HANDLE MYSELF HE SAYS, I'M WEAK HE SAYS! I CAN HANDLE HIM!" I yell as I try to go after him again. Brian grabs onto my waist and hoist me up over his shoulder.

     "Get her out of her until they both calm down." Jon says walking over to an enraged Evan. Brian carries me through the group of people and out of the gym.