Ⓨou Ⓑetter Ⓟray (Pebble)

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon Yuson was hunting. He'd shot Marko in the shoulder nearly a month ago, and now he was on the west side of town to finish what he'd started. If Marko wanted to wage a war, he was all to happy to comply. His brother should know who would win this war, but he was stupid enough to keep trying. The thought nearly made Deon laugh. The East Side member wore baggy jeans and a hoodie over a gray t-shirt, which concealed the gang tattoo on his shoulder. Unless they recognized him, no one would know he was on the wrong side of town. As he passed a coffee shop, he nearly ran into someone as they exited.

[Pebblestripe]

Being quick on her feet and not at all clumsy Bethany managed not to spill her coffee and grab Deon's arm to steady herself all in one quick motion. Her tattoo happened to be on back of her neck and lucky for her she decided to wear her hair down that day. Dressed in only shorts a tank top and some running shoes, she was very casual looking. Just another pretty girl getting coffee, "I guess I wasn't paying attention." Bethany smiled slightly looking up at him, being that she was barely 5'5. She was quite polite and a kind person in actuality. Well that is if you're just a random person on the street.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon, distracted from his mission by the pretty girl, smiled that signature cocky smile. Really, in that aspect him and his brother were very similar. Okay, they were similar in many aspects, including the one of hating each other. "It's okay. My bad," he said.

[Pebblestripe]

"We can both take fault," she laughed softly nodding her head, "Well I don't mean to bother you with my chit chat." she said then walked over to a table by the window of the coffee shop and sat down, sipping her coffee and staring down at her phone.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon hadn't been planning on getting something at the coffee shop, but he walked up to the counter and ordered a latte anyway. Then he walked over to sit at the table adjacent to hers. And then pretended to not have done so on purpose.

[Pebblestripe]

Without even looking up at him she finished her the rest of her coffee and threw it in the trash can behind her. Then she put her ear phones in, stuck her phone in her spanks, and started jogging down the sidewalk right past Deon.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon gritted his teeth in irritation. He'd never had a girl ignore him so... blatantly. He threw his half finished coffee away and followed her down the street.

[Pebblestripe]

Her eyes flickered to the store window she was jogging by, she saw Deon not far behind. He could just be going her way so she decided to wait a few minutes to see. She sped up a little from a jog to a sort of run. Not acting frantic or anything.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon looked the picture of nonchalance as he matched her pace. He wasn't even looking at her, except for out of the corner of his eye.

[Pebblestripe]

After about three minutes Bethany stopped and took her ear phones out, she turned around to face Deon, extremely wary "What, are you following me or something?" she asked not as polite as before. But still not snappy or aggressive.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Not at all," Deon replied cheerfully. "Just going for a little jog. Is that okay?"

[Pebblestripe]

For a moment she just stared at him, studying him but not as if she were 'checking him out'. He was a big built guy, he didn't look dumb, could she take him if it came to it? Having confidence in herself she finally smiled "Well then lets jog together shall we?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon grinned. "Sounds good to me," he said. He must have been mistaken about what he'd seen in her eyes. She didn't seriously think she could take him on, did she? This pretty little thing. It was laughable.

[Pebblestripe]

She loved it when people underestimated her, it felt that much better to beat the crap out of them. "So do you live around here?" she asked still looking ahead of herself as she jogged down the sidewalk.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Actually, I live on the other side of town," Deon said, just to throw that out there. He wondered where her mind would go with that.

[Pebblestripe]

"Oh what brings you over here?" she asked her expression hardly changing, she already processed the thought of him being in a gang. She wasn't sure if he'd think the same of her. She certainly didn't look the type but you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"I was... looking for someone," Deon answered. "An old friend."

[Pebblestripe]

"Oh yeah? I know a lot of people around here, what's their name?" she asked flashing a friendly smile his way as they jogged through a park.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon narrowed his eyes slightly. Should he tell her? He weighed the pros and cons in his head. "Marko Yuson," he said finally.

[Pebblestripe]

"Hm, doesn't ring a bell." she shrugged although she knew very well who that was. But you couldn't tell by looking at her, she had practiced lying far too long. Now what did he want with Marko?