GTA 5: TRAPBOY

**Next Day**

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of classes, Tommy strolled down the bustling hallway, seemingly oblivious to everything around him. Beside him, Tonya walked with a confident air, both of them casually smoking.

"Hey! Burton! Wiggins! Put those out right now!" shouted a female teacher, her voice cutting through the chatter of students. Tommy and Tonya simply flipped her off, a smirk etched on their faces as they finished their cigarettes.

Once they stepped outside, a commotion erupted nearby, and the pair, along with a throng of other students, rushed towards the source of the noise. Tommy's heart sank as he realized what was happening.

There stood Lamar and Franklin, squared off against five members of the Ballas gang, identifiable by their matching purple attire, which they wore in an attempt to project an air of coolness and toughness—traits all too common among teenagers. Lamar, decked out in full green, was also trying his best to embody that same gangster persona.

"Stay back," Tommy warned Tonya, who simply pouted in response, clearly unwilling to be sidelined.

Pushing his way through the crowd, Tommy arrived just in time to witness a hefty Ballas member—a notorious football player named Dave—land a punch squarely on Lamar's face. In an instant, chaos erupted. Lamar retaliated with a swift kick to Dave's stomach, while Franklin launched a punch at a lanky Ballas member. Seizing the moment, Tommy elbowed a tall guy in the back of the head, sending him crashing to the ground, out cold.

However, the fight escalated quickly. Dave, furious, grabbed Lamar by the collar and slammed him onto the pavement, mounting him to rain down punches. The school was well aware of Dave's reputation; his size and strength made him a formidable opponent.

Meanwhile, Franklin was engaged in his own battle, throwing a right straight to the lanky guy's jaw, then following up with a left hook. He attempted another right punch, but the lanky guy dodged and countered by grabbing Franklin's arm, pulling him closer for a knee to the stomach, followed by a brutal headbutt that left Franklin with a bleeding nose.

Tommy, amidst the chaos, found himself facing off against two Ballas members. He landed a powerful left hook on the guy wearing a purple bandana, but before he could capitalize, another guy in a backward cap rushed him, trying to lift him off the ground. Anticipating the move, Tommy managed to break free and kneed his attacker in the face, causing the cap-wearing thug to stagger back, blood streaming from his nose. Just as he was about to retaliate, the bandana-wearing thug lunged at Tommy, but was suddenly tackled to the ground by Quincy, one of Tommy's friends, who had jumped in to lend a hand.

With a bloodied face, Lamar fought back fiercely, using his elbows to strike Dave's ribs repeatedly until he finally managed to shove him off. With a burst of adrenaline, Lamar sprang to his feet and kicked Dave square in the face, grabbing him by the collar to unleash a flurry of punches. After landing several devastating blows, he finally knocked Dave out cold.

On the other side of the fray, Franklin was not backing down either. He adeptly blocked a left hook, countering with a swift kick to the groin that left his opponent gasping for breath. Franklin followed up with a powerful left hook, a knee to the face, and a fierce uppercut that sent the lanky thug sprawling to the ground. As he prepared to mount his opponent, the lanky guy managed a desperate kick to Franklin's face, but Franklin retaliated with a decisive stomp that knocked him out.

Tommy, fueled by adrenaline, swung a powerful right hook at the guy in the cap, but the thug countered with an uppercut that rocked Tommy's chin. Refusing to back down, Tommy clinched his opponent's head, delivering a series of punishing knees to the stomach. The thug retaliated with a headbutt, but Tommy held on, using his strength to kick the thug's legs out from under him. They tumbled to the ground, and Tommy pinned the guy's left arm, raining punches down on his cheek with his left hand. As the thug attempted to push him off using his feet, Tommy reacted quickly, delivering a devastating soccer kick to his head, rendering him unconscious.

Meanwhile, Quincy, with his impressive muscular build, easily subdued the bandana-wearing thug, delivering a relentless barrage of elbows to the face until his opponent finally succumbed to unconsciousness.

Lamar sat at home, nursing his injuries with a pack of ice pressed against his swollen cheek. He winced every time he moved, feeling the sting of bruises that had already begun to form all over his body. He had taken quite a beating during the scuffle.

Meanwhile, Franklin and Tommy were cruising through downtown, the streets illuminated by flickering neon signs and the distant sounds of nightlife echoing around them. Franklin was behind the wheel of a stolen car, his grip tight on the steering wheel as he maneuvered through traffic. Tommy sat in the passenger seat, his face obscured by a ski mask, with a pistol rested on his lap.

"Those motherfuckers think they can jump you two like that? Who do they think they are? Fucking pussies!" Tommy grumbled, his eyes darting around the streets, scanning for any familiar faces from the fight.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed, the caller ID flashing Quincy's name. "What?" Tommy answered, irritation lacing his voice.

"Yo, I see one. It's that fat fuck's brother—Dave's!" Quincy's voice crackled through the phone.

"Brother?" Franklin mumbled, glancing at Tommy.

"Where's he?" Tommy asked, his grip on the gun tightening, excitement and anger mingling within him.

"The uh... what's it called? The gas station near the strip club," Quincy replied, his voice steady.

"Gas station near the strip club," Tommy relayed to Franklin, who nodded and executed an illegal U-turn, pressing down hard on the accelerator.

"Which brother is it?" Tommy inquired, his heart racing.

"The older one, the uh... taxi driver," Quincy answered.

"Alright." Tommy hung up, adrenaline surging as they sped toward the gas station.

When they arrived, Franklin skidded to a halt in front of the gas station. Tommy rolled down the window and immediately spotted a skinny, short guy loitering outside. He bore an uncanny resemblance to Dave, unmistakable in his nervous demeanor.

"Hold on!" Tommy shouted, aiming his gun out the window. He squeezed the trigger, the sound of the shot ringing out sharply in the night air, but the bullet barely missed its target, ricocheting off the pavement.

The guy's eyes widened in panic, and he bolted down the street. "Fuck!" Tommy yelled, leaping out of the car and chasing after him. "You should've got in your car, nigga!" he shouted, determination propelling him forward.

Tommy sprinted a few meters, adrenaline fueling his speed. As he closed the gap, he fired two more shots. One hit the guy in the shoulder, causing him to stumble, and the other struck him in the lower back. The guy crumpled to the ground, a pained moan escaping his lips.

Tommy didn't hesitate; he approached the fallen figure and shot him once more, this time in the upper back. The sound of gurgling filled the air as blood pooled around the guy, who struggled to breathe. Bystanders, initially frozen in shock, either fled the scene or stood paralyzed by terror.

Tommy knelt beside the guy, flipping him onto his back so he could see Tommy's masked face. "Thank your brother for this, nigga!" he spat before pulling the trigger again, the bullet finding its mark in the guy's face.

Heart racing, Tommy turned and sprinted back toward Franklin, who had pulled the car closer. He hopped in, and they sped away, leaving chaos in their wake.

In the car, a manic grin spread across Tommy's face, a wild gleam in his eyes that unnerved Franklin. "Yes! Yes!" he exclaimed, the thrill of the moment overwhelming him. "Fucking pussy! That's what you get, fucking Dave!"

They drove toward a secluded area, to the river, glistening under the moonlight. Franklin parked the car, and together, they disposed of the vehicle, pushing it into the water where it sank into the depths, taking their crime with it. Tommy tossed the pistol into the lake as well, ensuring there would be no evidence left behind.

As they made their way back to the shore, Franklin glanced at the flames from a small fire they had started, burning their old clothes—the remnants of their chaotic night. The fire crackled and popped, illuminating the darkness as the fabric turned to ash.

Tommy turned to Franklin, a satisfied smile on his face. "This is how we do it, my nigga. That's how a real gangsta does it," he proclaimed, his voice filled with pride. With that, he turned away from the fire and began walking home.