ℑ𝔫𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔢 // ᴅᴇᴇɴᴀ ᴊᴏʜɴsᴏɴ x ʏ/ɴ 🪓💀 - @hanhan_p

Highschool Misfits; 01

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• It was a Monday morning, which meant that I had another shitty week ahead of me. Same old shit, 6 hours a day. Deena called me yesterday and said that something bad happened, but before I could respond, she hung up on me. It was strange, but I knew she would come in today so we could talk about whatever she considers 'bad'.

• I got on the bus, and saved a seat for deena. All the 'cool kids' took their boom box to the back and started blasting some sort of rap, pop.. or whatever the fuck it is that was making my poor ears bleed. Deena finally got on after a while, she dumped her bag and sat on the seat next to me.

Y/n: So.. what's the 'bad news' huh.

Deena: I thought your asshole of a brother would of told you by now, but whatever. There was a massacre at the mall last night, Heather Watkins and like a whole bunch of people at the mall died. Like i'm not telling some stupid joke here y/n, it's fucking crazy.

Y/n: Woah, woah, woah. Heather? Like Heather Watkins, Heather?

Deena: Yup, you guessed it.

Y/n: Who would do that kinda shit? Even if they wanted revenge or something, I mean you wouldn't just go ape shit at the mall like that, would you?

Deena: I saw on the news yesterday night, it was Ryan Torres that put on that bloody performance.

Y/n: Did he get away?

Deena: Nah, apparently Sheriff Nick Goode shot him before he made an escape.

Y/n: Damn. No wonder this place is called shadyside, huh?

*You both giggle*

Deena: Yeah, right.

• The bus pulled up at the school. You both get off and head to your first class. You couldn't stop staring at deena, you found her so beautiful and attractive for some reason. It was like looking at your favourite thing ever...except, she is your favourite thing ever.

• After an hour of math that felt like a prison I couldn't escape from, me and deena sat on a bench in the gym for break and a little catch up over the weekend.

Deena: So... did you do anything over the weekend?

Y/n: I had homework to catch up on which sucked, but I wish we could do something, sometime.

Deena: Me too ya know. I need a break from keeping an eye on my stupid fucking brother on the weekend- like come on, does my mom not realise I have a life to live?

Y/n: I get it, I hate my brother too. All he does is sit on his ass, while i'm left with all the fucking chores around the house.

Deena: Wait.

Y/n: Huh?

Deena: Josh.

Y/n: Your brother- what about him?..

Deena: I checked up on him on saturday, he was chatting with someone, probably his online girlfriend or something, but that doesn't matter.

Y/n: Your brother chats with girls online? And, doesn't he have a crush on Kate Schmidt?

Deena: I honestly don't even know these days.

Y/n: Anyways, sorry. Carry on?

Deena: Yeah so.. uh, He mentioned something about the massacre so I stood and hid behind him so he wouldn't see my sneaky ass nosing at his shit.

Y/n: Like.. what exactly? About, the massacre.

Deena: I cant really remember, but he said something along the lines of 'The witch came back for revenge again'.

Y/n: Hold up- He doesn't mean that fucking Sarah Fier bitch right? You know that one that apparently put a curse on this town in like 1666 or something?..

Deena: I don't know. Let's go chat with him, he usually stays in the computer room upstairs for lunch and break.

Y/n: What a nerd.

Deena: Seriously, this fuck does computer shit all day long.

• You and Deena began walking up the stairs towards the computer room, but Deena has other plans.

Deena: Hey, uh.. Ya know what? We'll tell him later, it's okay.

Y/n: So what should we do n-

• Deena grabs hold on you and quickly pulls you into the nearby public toilet stall.

Deena: Oh I know.

• Deena holds you close, soothing your neck up and down as she starts slowly and gently pressing her lips against yours.

Y/n: Deena- there's no need to-

Deena: Don't you like it? Nobody can hear us in here with the door closed anyways.

Y/n: Of course I like it but- in the school toilets?

Deena: It's fine, just chill y/n.

• You make out for a couple of minutes, until you hear screams coming from outside the room.

; To be continued..
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