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( 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓹, )
DEENA quickly jumped out the bus, and ran into the woods, following the loud horn blaring. Alexandria followed behind her, soon losing her when she entered into the woods.
"Shit!" Alexandria yelled, holding the sides of her head, the pain of her cheek almost gone with all the adrenaline running through her. "I lost her." Simon and Kate stood next to her, looking for the other friend.
"Wait, right there," Kate pointed to tire tracks, and then the three friends ran into the woods, cracking of leaves echoing around.
Alexandria almost tripped as she came to a halting stop. Sam was sitting on her legs, blood running down her face. Deena was sitting in front of her, worry all over her face.
"Oh, shit!" Simon said as he seen Sams face, dropping down in front of her. Kate standing loosely behind them rest, worrying about the time.
"Okay, we should not be down here," Kate freaked.
"Shut up, and help me carry her," Deena argued quickly, trying to pull Sam up some.
"We need to leave, like, ten minutes ago," Kate argued back, bending down and using her hands to explain.
"We have to clear her airway," Simon added, putting his ring clad hand in front of Sam.
"Quit it!" Deena barked, hitting his hand away from Sam's face.
"Hey! I got this. Chill out," Simon reasoned. He looked back over to Sam. "I got this. How many fingers am I holding up?" He held three fingers up in Sam's face. Alexandria shook her head at him, running her finger along her brow—how is that going to clear her airways? Alexandria asked herself.
"Three," Sam answered taking a deep breath, still discombobulated from the accident.
Simon looked over to Deena, a proud look on his face. "See? She's fine," he told her.
Alexandria shook her head at him again, and moved around him, and beside Deena. Before anyone could say anything, Sam spat up blood onto Simons shirt, and hands.
"Oh, my God!" Kate said.
"Ew," Alexandria murmured with a disgusted look on her face.
"Oh. Ugh!" Simon yelled, backing away from Sam. "What the fuck?" Alexandria giggled, and Simon shoved her.
When the police got to the scene, Alexandria tried to stay away from them, stand near the bus, and go unnoticed. She didn't like talking to cops. Ever since her mother died, she never had a good reason to—everything they'd come by for was a terrible reason. Besides, they never believed the victims. They chose a story to go with—most likely one they wrote. And, now, she had a record—from the drugs, and other things. So, police are a no-go.
