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"Hey! What is your name?"

Gabe's head quickly snaps towards the angry, loud, feminine voice behind him as he's restocking t-shirts.

She had Stevie under her arm. He was frantically worried, pleading with his mom to stop. Gabe put the puzzle pieces together and realized it was most definitely his mom, and she'd found out that he'd been hanging out with them officially.

"Fuckshit" The curly haired blonde looks up at her with blank confusion.

She looks down at Stevie with a scoff. "Fuckshit? Jesus"

Gabe stands up straight, unaware if Stevies mom even recognized his presence just a couple feet away. Hopefully she didn't, because he was gonna narc on Fuckshit no matter what.

"Listen to me. You do not give my son drugs. You do not give my son alcohol. "

Ray speaks up as Fuckshit takes a sip of his beer. "Ma'am, ma'am-"

"You do not give my son drugs! Do you understand me?"

"Cool" Fuckshit slightly nods.

"It better be cool Fuck-Head or whatever the fuck your name is."

Fuckshit giggles a bit.

"Stay away from my son. He isn't like you. " She looks over at Gabe, squinting her eyes like she recognized him. "And you," She points to him as the guys all kinda look over in confusion. "I know you. You thieving little shit. Stay away from my son!"

She drags Stevie outside as he protests, begging for her to let him go.

"Ayo baby, what's yo number though?" Fuckshit calls as they exit.

"That's Stevie's mom?" Ray looks to him with confusion.

Fuckshit shrugs, looking over at Gabe. "What the fuck was that?"

Gabe looks back at his friends, eyes slightly widened. "I steal from big corporation stores because they have enough money and I don't." He shrugs, "She caught me stealing from like, a couple different grocery stores a couple times."

Ruben and Fuckshit laugh while Ray and Fourthgrade look at him with slight confusion and amusement.

"***, you actually shoplift?" Fuckshit laughs.

Gabe shrugs, "Like, not stupid stuff. Like food and like, socks I dunno"

"Wait, a couple different stores?" Ruben asks, "Does she work at all of them, or was she stalking you, bro?"

"I think she worked at them, I dunno." Gabe shrugs, turning back to restocking shirts.

"Interesting."

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"Fuck is Stevie even doing here?"

Fourthgrade shrugs.

"I don't want him to get in more trouble if he's hanging out with us, what the hell"

Fourthgrade looks down at his camcorder, flipping through the files.

Gabe watches as Ruben sits down and talks to two others about his age, smoking a cigarette. Fuckshit was literally just chugging a bottle of something, letting Stevie do so as well. Ray was skating around, performing some tricks with some other guys.

Gabe stands up as Stevie sits down, and walks up to Fuckshit as he walks to a corner to set some of his stuff down. He grabs into the blonde's collar, forcing him to look at him.

"Get it together. No more giving Stevie shit. I don't care what the fuck, even if he wants it. I'm done with all this bullshit" He looks him up and down before pushing him away, "Get your shit together, man"