Mine, Yours, And Ours [BXB] (18+) |DISCONTINUED|

Chapter IV-Mine

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Crow: If you find any spelling errors, please feel free to tell me. Enjoy!

Warning: Sexual assault
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The six boys turned to me, Brandon's expression similar to that of triumph.

"So you can speak!"

Jay glared at Brandon. 

"That's what you're focusing on? He just almost got raped!"

Brandon at least had the decency to look relatively ashamed of himself. Jay rolled his beautiful eyes, before approaching me, his face a mask of worry and concern. 

"Are you okay? Do you need to be taken to the nurse's office?"

I shrugged and shook my head, eyes narrowed. Why the fucking hell was he concerned with my well being? 

We aren't even friends.

 A pang hit my heart as those thoughts formed in my head. 

What the fuck? Do I really want friends??

That's ridiculous. I don't need friends. They would only cause pain and suffering. But for some stupid reason I felt myself envying the group of six. They all seemed so comfortable being around each other. So open and relaxed. 

Like a family...

Derek stepped forwards, his fists clenched and trembling with pure fury. 

"That Bitch! I'll flay her alive! She's such a slut, always fucking random people who just happen to exist! Makes me so fucking mad!" He kicked a desk, his eyes livid. I wonder if that hurt his foot. 

Ace shook his head in despair. 

"What are we going to do? We can't hurt her, we'd go to jail or something. Besides, her parents are filthy rich too. They'd probably sue all of us or some shit. And Becky will probably just turn this whole fucking thing around, pinning it on us like she always fucking does." 

Jason ran a hand through his hair, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. 

"We could just prank her out of the school. Set traps for her, the whole thing. Make her life a living hell." 

Brandon waved away the idea. 

"We could, but then what? She'd get revenge or run off to her parents. Things would escalate. And then we'd be in even deeper shit than before." Jason shrugged but agreed.

"What do you propose then, oh wise bearer of all knowledge! Please enlighten us of your crafty, genius plans for revenge." 

Brandon hesitated, his eyebrows scrunched together thoughtfully.

"I don't really know...I guess we kind of have to just ignore her?"

Jason slow-clapped sarcastically.

"Wow, such words of wisdom. Next time, if there's ever a murderer at my throat with a knife, I'll just ignore him and he'll say, 'Wow, I feel so dejected! I'll go kill someone else instead who appreciates my efforts of high strategy of murder!'" 

Ace swatted his arm, laughing quietly and rolling his eyes. "Yeah, we'll see how that goes for you."

Brandon sighed. 

"Well, maybe she'll get bored of us then! And move on to the next poor schmuck, and leave us alone." Charles snorted.

 "Yeah, like that'll ever happen."