Money Can't Buy It All

Ricky had just gotten done a television shooting as he was heading back to his house. These were the only times when he was in what was considered the rich part of town, other than that he stayed in his gang's territory. He wanted nothing to do with the snobby, arrogant, assholes he considered to live here. He knew they wanted nothing to do with him, to them he was as worthless as garbage. He was a gang guy, many of them when he was strolling through their part of town would yell at him, or call the cops. Each request being denied because, it was where he worked. He was walking by the Davenport household when he looked up into it. After pondering his thoughts he realized why he was intrigued by it. His old classmate lives here.

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Rebecca sat in her bedroom, flipping through a girly magazine and reading some articles about makeup and clothes when she heard her father's voice from downstairs. She raised an eyebrow and got up, walking downstairs. He was ranting about there being a bad kid in the neighborhood again. She looked at her parents before she wandered over to the window, peeking out and looking around. She spotted the boy, looking him over and biting her lip gently. He looked familiar, she'd seen him before. She wanted to go talk to him, but she knew her parents would never allow that. They pretty much controlled her for the most part, which sucked, but she had no say in the matter. They were her parents.

Ricky paused in front of her house, looking the place over. He was really intrigued by it, by how people would spend so much on a house. He had money, it wasn't like he bought one of these places, but he was a gang leader so it was expected he live downtown where all the action was. When he was looking it over he saw Rebecca in the window. He gave her a big grin and waved at his old classmate. He wasn't sure whether or not he should talk to her. She might be friendly to him, she might call the cops on him like the rest of these jokers. So he just keep it to the wave and friendly grin.

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Rebecca looked at the boy, smiling when he waved at her. She looked back at her parents, seeing how distracted they were, especially when her mother started questioning her father about work. That started a whole different argument, so Rebecca knew she'd be able to slip outside. She walked to the front door and quietly opened it before walking outside, shutting it quietly behind her. She slowly made her way over to the boy, biting her lip a bit nervously. "Hi," she murmured, a bit at a loss for words. She could be a little awkward sometimes when she didn't know what to say. But as she looked over this boy, got a really good look at him, she found herself thinking about how attractive he was. She found herself wanting to know more about him, what his story was.

Ricky slid both hands into his pockets and grinned softly at Rebecca. "Hey there, cutie." He said and took a step towards her. He was surprised she came out and was quiet and nice to him. Unlike most of the people around here. They quite literally told him to go to hell and never come back. But he had a shoot every other day. So it was hard to avoid his work. "So you gonna call the cops?" He teased

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Rebecca shook her head. "No," she said, her brows furrowing slightly. Of course she knew people like him weren't meant to be around people like her, and the neighborhood she lived in, but that didn't mean she was going to call the cops on him. Why would she? He wasn't bothering her. In fact, he intrigued her quite a bit. "So, what brings you here?" she questioned after a moment of silence, looking up at him.

Ricky chuckled and shrugs. "Usually people do. well the older folks do. Cause I'm a bad person. But I work in here soo yea." He said and laughed looking down at her. "I work at the modeling company at the end of the neighborhood." He said and reached in his pocket, taking out his wallet. He pulled the business card and handed it to her. The company was one of the largest in the nation. They were known to hire best of the best. Usually celebrities. "I had a shoot today. I don't bring my motorcycle in here its outside the gate."

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Rebecca tilted her head to the side as she skimmed over the business card. She glanced back up at him. "Really?" she questioned. She gave him a good look over again, shaking her head and looking back up into his eyes. "I don't think you're a bad person." Of course, she didn't really know him, but she usually had a good sense of judgement. And she just had this feeling that deep down, he really wasn't a bad person. She bit her lip in thought before smiling softly at him. "So, are you a model or something? I would have never guessed by looking at you."

Ricky chuckled as she looked him up and down, sliding his wallet back into his back pocket. "Well thanks. I mean, I'm just a gang leader. Haven't murdered anyone yet." He said and snickered taking a good look at Rebecca before he paused to answer her question. "Yes I'm a male model." He paused. "Oh really? You saying I'm ugly?" He asked teasingly.

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Rebecca's eyes widened and she shook her head. "Wait, what?" she questioned. "A gang leader?" She was kind of taken aback, and she wasn't sure what to think. Was he being serious? "A gang leader? As in like a gang that goes around and hurts people, and deals drugs and other bad things?" She scratched her neck, not mentioning anything about how she didn't think he was ugly at all, actually, he was quite attractive.

Ricky raised an amused eyebrow at her reaction. It was honestly quite a cute one. "Well I guess you could describe it like that. But yes. I run a gang. The Vipers to be precise." he said and grinned proudly. Ricky stuffed both hands into his pockets as he looked down at Rebecca.

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Rebecca looked at him for a minute, not exactly sure what to think. She glanced back at her house, thinking about her parents, and what her father said about the boy being bad news. "My parents don't like you," she mumbled, looking back up at him. "They say you're bad. And you say you're in a gang. So, you really are bad, then?"

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Ricky snickered and shrugged his shoulders. "Depends what you mean by bad?" He said and looked back at the house behind her. "I don't think I'm /that/ bad. I'll do anything to get my way, but I mean. It's just because I have the balls others don't." He paused and licked his lips before looking down at her. "I'm definitely not bad in bed."

Rebecca's eyes widened slightly at the comment he made, her cheeks burning bright red. She crossed her legs and shifted her weight to her other foot, biting her lip gently as she looked down. "Well, I wouldn't know," she mumbled after a moment of awkward silence on her part. "But I mean bad as in, you hurt people, do bad things that gang members do. You know, right?" She looked up at him, hoping he caught on.

Ricky grinned at the reaction she gave to his comment. It was definitely an interesting one, he enjoyed watching it. "Do you wanna know?" He asked with a snicker,mounting a hand through his greased hair. "I don't do anything without a motive or reason. So if that makes me a bad person, okay, I don't really care. If it doesn't, yippee. I'm still living life my way." He said with a purr in his voice, looking over Rebecca carefully.

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Rebecca raised an eyebrow at him, thinking over his words. Living his life his way, something she only dreamed of. Her whole life had basically been run by her parents. She did everything they wanted of her. They controlled every little aspect of it, down to when she went out with her friends, when she could go on dates, who she dated. She wanted to live her life the way she wanted to. She felt the sudden tinge of rebelliousness and looked back at her house again. "Oh," she mumbled. She looked back at him. "Are you happy?" she questioned quietly.

Ricky crossed both arms over his chest as he watched Rebecca. He looked her up and down a few times. Ricky could tell she would be extremely easy to drag into his gang life. A teenager with over protective parents who hasn't experienced the world, they were th easiest. Most ended up as his drug mules, but she was hot. So he could keep her around for other reasons. "I'm extremely happy." He said and ran his tongue over his bottom lip, grinning at her. "It's the best type of life to live. I have money, I have what I want, I get what I want. I don't have to worry about. Anything." He said in an almost Sing song voice.

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Ricky crossed both arms over his chest as he watched Rebecca. He looked her up and down a few times. Ricky could tell she would be extremely easy to drag into his gang life. A teenager with over protective parents who hasn't experienced the world, they were th easiest. Most ended up as his drug mules, but she was hot. So he could keep her around for other reasons. "I'm extremely happy." He said and ran his tongue over his bottom lip, grinning at her. "It's the best type of life to live. I have money, I have what I want, I get what I want. I don't have to worry about. Anything." He said in an almost Sing song voice.

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