"we been together on two different coasts and i don't even know your name yet."
"fez. fezco."
"mika. mikaela."
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"what the fuck happened mikaela?" my brother spat, looking to shai who was knocked out and tied to a chair in a spare bedroom in the safe house. i rolled my eyes, continuing to scroll through my phone.
"i tried to call y'all like 20 times," i mumbled, lifting up my feet so that fez could slide under my legs on the couch, not looking up to either of them. "she working with mouse, or bicky or somebody i don't exactly know who." i said through semi-gritted teeth.
"how the fuck you know that!" he was getting increasingly loud, and i was about to match his energy in a moment.
"how about you be my fucking brother for two fucking seconds and stop worrying about a random bitch!" i yelled, throwing my phone to my side on the couch. fez was slightly rubbing on my feet, not daring to insert himself into the conversation. "like for fucks sake! how do you know she didn't fucking come for me, for ash!" i picked my phone back up, not wanting to escalate the conversation anymore.
"i'm the one who brought up that i thought she was acting shady," ash interjected from the kitchen. "all day before mika even got to the hospital she was going to the bathroom all the time, on the phone all the time." he paused, shrugging a bit. "i would rather say something than brush it off and be right the whole time." i just rolled my eyes, not even wanting to look at carter's ass.
"why the fuck weren't y'all answering anyways?" my eyes were now burning a hole into the side of fez face. "what if i needed y'all?"
"you managed." carter said coldly, obviously not wanting me to pry. i just rolled my eyes again, getting up to go take a nap in fez room. i dont even want to deal with that stupid bitch yet, and lucky she's not awake anyways.
i hit her a few times with my pistol, not being able to stop myself. so, yeah. she was really knocked the fuck out.
i scrolled through my insta, wanting so badly to just be back home—in highland. making plans for winter formal and doing normal teenager shit that i never got to experience. i realized i wanted it more than i thought.
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