Clichè

21

"What the hell is going on?" Zayn yelled. I picked up the brick, and showed it to Zayn.

"What does this mean? He never got caught when he shot Sasha!" I said in sudden realization. I threw the brick down and walked outside, Gill no where to be found.

"We have to call the police." Zayn said, pulling out his phone.

"No. No we are solving this ourselves. This is our battle."

We drive back to my house, Zayn and I sat at the kitchen table and drew out plans to catch Gill. We listed the possible places where Gill could be hiding. Suddenly, I had an epiphany. "The mall. He's going to be at the mall!" I grabbed my keys and Zayns wrist and dragged him out the door to my car.

The mall was packed, and it took forever to find Gill, but we eventually found him hanging out in front of Hibbets sports store. "Gill!" I yelled. He perked his head up and his eyes widened. He got up and sprinted down the mall. Zayn does up and chased after him, eventually having to tackle him and pin him against the floor.

"Get off me asshole." Gill muttered, his faces pressed against the tile.

"What the fuck is your problem man?" Zayn yelled. He let loose and let Gill stand, but had a close watch in him.

"I don't have one." He said. I squinted my eyes, "Bullshit,Gill."

He laughed and grabbed my hand, pulling it against his chest.

"Poor poor Jessi." He said in a sing song voice. "So innocent and naive." He traced a finger along my chin, causing me to shiver. "Everyone just needs to leave, don't you think?" He said, getting closer to my face. "We can be together."

I realized he was killing the people around me, to get to me. "We are never going to be together." I spat. He giggled and backed away from me.

"Stupid girl." And with that he walked away. I ran to Zayn and wrapped him in a tight hug.

"We are going to kill that guy." I said. We left the mall without a word, and I was ready for revenge.

Sorry short my fingers are tired. But thanks for the reads everyone tell ur pals bout me