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I walk over to the delinquent trio, consisting of my older sister Bonnie, her girlfriend Susan, and their friend Tiffany who I've had a crush on for years. "Hey guys, what's up?" I ask, as casually as possible. They explain the situation; Rosa (referred to by them as "this bitch") had refused to give them her money, so they had to beat her up a little. Completely understandable, I say. By which I mean unsurprising, not relatable, but they don't know that. Anyway, there's nothing I can do about it, so I act like I think they're in the right and cheer them on for a bit. After a bit they get tired and the four of us leave Rosa there, covered in blood and derived of her money. We all walk home together. The three girls are loud and rude, and tease me, as always. I don't really mind, though. I've gotten used to it. In fact, in some weird way, I think I've grown to like it at some level. We reach my house, and part ways with Tiffany who had to do something else. I think about asking her out, but can't bring up the courage. Again. Maybe tomorrow. Bonnie and Susan go into Bonnie's room to have sex. They're not very subtle about it. I wish they were.
The next day, the police show up at the door. They ask if I know anything about yesterday's incident. After contemplating a bit, I decide to tell them the truth. Well, most of it. I leave Tiffany out of the story, thinking that might make her like me. The cops thank me for the help, and bring away Bonnie and Susan. I decide to call Tiffany and tell her what happened. I mention how I didn't tell on her, and decide to go all the way and admit my feelings for her at the same time.
Long story short, she didn't appreciate it one bit. I messed up. Fuck.
