The Animal In Us

Chapter 3 - Two Shots

1 hour later...

Lil' Bucee was chilling in his gaming room with his prebuilt pc because he loved to force people to work when he heard police sirens. He knew this sound all too well when his entire family got arrested after an attempted bank robbery. Police are so unfair nowadays :(. Anyways, he could hear his mother calling from the other room. "Buckard! Are those sirens for you? What did you do this time?" Lil' Buc-ee glared at the direction of his mother's voice, hoping she would just shut up before they found him. Besides, women had no right to speak.

*Author's note: I don't think I've made this very obvious guys, but Lil' Buc-ee hates women. I just thought you guys would want to know that! Anyways, back to the story.*

As he glared at the door, it bust open. His mother was being held at the gunpoint by a police officer. The officer snarled at him. "Buckard John Firepaw, one wrong move and your mother is getting a bullet through her head." "Let her die," Lil' Buc-ee barked. "But remember, I hate women, but do you know what I hate more?" He pulled a gun out of seemingly nowhere. The officer's eyes widened in horror. He let out a puny high pitched woman like scream, before he was silenced by a gunshot. Lil' Buc-ee smirked at the body. "Police officers." He looked up and saw his mother's horrified expression. He shot her too, before he ran away from his house, sirens distantly howling behind him. Still, he couldn't shake the image of a girl, plaguing his thoughts.

Y/n's perspective

My heart is pounding in my chest. I can't stand it. I try to remind myself that I hate boys, I hate everyone, I hate the girls I'm nothing like. But still, I couldn't get the thought of the beaver's towering frame, his snarl, his oh so sexy voice, cracking every other sentence. No no no! I can't be thinking like this. I'm supposed to hate people of the male gender! Because they suck! So why can I still see his angry eyes, as he kicked me across the skate park. "Darn it, y/n! You need to stop!" I said allowed, because I'm so quirky. I went up to my bedroom mirror and glared at myself, since I wasn't like other girls. I added an edgy black sticky note to the edge and wrote on it: "Daily reminder: boys are stinky. Don't waste your time thinking about them." I read it to myself six times over, then decided to go the one place where I could be myself. Where I could get lost. Where I could truly flourish as not like other girls. Hot Topic. As I got there, I noticed a t-shirt on the wall. On it was the face of a famous tiktok e-boy, Lil' Huddy. Not that I had tiktok. Obviously, I didn't, since I'm not like other girls. But I was reminded of him. DANG IT! I SAID I WASN'T GONNA THINK ABOUT HIM! Suddenly, a light seemed to shine in front of me, and I couldn't see a thing through the overwhelming whiteness.