I was in the bathroom scrolling on my phone when I heard the static of the intercom echo through the halls and bathroom.
"WE ARE GOING UNDER LOCKDOWN, I REPEAT GOING UNDER LOCKDOWN. PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY SAFELY TO YOUR CLASSROOM AND MAKE NO NOISE." I rolled my eyes. It was probably a drill.
Well, that's what I thought until I heard 5 shots and screams. My eyes widened as I heard a deep voice boom through the hallway.
"Find him. Ion want the nigga alive!" The voice said, walking past the bathroom as what sounded like 3 people walked behind him based on the sound of the footsteps.
I slowly made my way to the cleaning closet that was in the bathroom and covered my mouth and nose with my hands. I heard around 17 more shots go off.
"Nah, he not up hea...Check all the bathrooms!" The man yelled and my eyes widened.
I heard heavy footsteps approach the closet. "Nah bruh. Ion think anybody in hea." I heard a slightly less deep voice say. More footsteps gathered in the bathroom. "Check this you dumbass." The deep voice said, sternly.
Yeah, this is when I die-- My thoughts were cut short when the closet door was ripped open.
"Um." I muttered. "Hi?" I honestly wasn't scared, it's a just a school shooting is a lame way to die and my parents only have ugly pictures of me for the memorial sevice or whatever.
My eyes traveled to the gun the guy in the front was holding. He was trying to reload it.
He was NOT doin' it right.
I snatched it from him as everyone else's guns pointed at me. "Y'all can chill. This idiot doesn't know what the fuck he's doin'." I laughed, reloading it for him.
I handed it back to him and stood up. "Why the fuck ain't you scared?" one of them mumbled.
"I honestly don't know. But ya should go before the police turn up." I shrugged. Okay, maybe I was a little bit scared, but I wasn't gonna tell them that.
"Nah ya, she right." One of the guys said.
I looked at the guy with the deeper voice because he seemed annoyed. He pointed the gun right at my head and I looked at him in his eyes. "Ooookay...That's a good way to say thanks." I mugged him. "mmcht. Take her with us." He mumbled, taking the gun off my head.
2 of them grabbed me and jus casually walked out of the school and they threw me in a tahoe.
"Ouch what the fuck." I whimpered. The guy with the deeper voice, climbed in the back with me, staring at me for so long. "Um..Boo." I side eyed him. "Don't start wimme." He muttered as the scent of weed traveled to the trunk. I hadn't had weed in the longest time. "Ouu. Pass it back hea." I said, a wide smile forming on my face.
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this is where me and the guy were sitting.
They all shared a look and were communicating through glances.
"So...Y'all are brothers...Or close, right?" I asked, just really wanting the blunt.
"Um. No. Here." One of them said, passing it to me.
"I could make love to you right nowwww." I sang, taking a puff. I heard the one that was in the back with me scoff. I looked at him weird.
"What?" I asked, taking a couple more long puffs. "I-- Um... He's a man whore." the guy shrugged as I passed him the blunt.
"How I'm meant to smoke this? You dumb fuck." He asked, looking at me stank. "Take off the mask." I said, mocking his tone and looking at him the same way. He just took it off the bottom part of his face.
Maybe I catch feeling too easy and this guy did just have a gun to my forehead, but he was FINEEEEEE.
I stared at him and he left the ski off of half his face. "What?" He mumbled. "Um...What do you use on your lips? They look soft." I said, laying down. "Oh nah, she want you my heart." One of the guys said laughing. "Unt unt.." I said, trying to convince myself while saying it. For some reason, he made me feel...I don't even know. But his voice n shi made me happy if that makes sense.
"We gotta 5 hour drive ya. I'm goin ta sleep. Why we hadda come all the way to Plattsburgh?" One of them said. "Ya lowkey sound like those Harlem rappers." I laughed to myself.
"Which ones?" One of them asked. "Notti Osama, Sugarhill Ddot, DD Osama and Jay Klickin." It was weirdly silent until the one in the back with me spoke. "Who's ya favorite one?" I thought for a moment. "Notti. He so foinnnnneeeeee and he's the only reason I listen to drill. and OH MY GODDD have y'all seen him shirtless cus I have! Bouta move to Harlem and have him beat up the box." I ranted, shrugging at the end.
The one in the passenger's seat busted out laughing.
The one in the back with me smirked. "What?" I asked. "WHO GON TELL HA." the one in the front laughed. "Tell me what?" I said, wide eyed. "Tuh. You jus told Notti how you feel about him." The one in the back laughed. I slowly turned my head and made eye contact with the one next to me.
"Um..no." I denied. "Mmcht." The one next to me lifted his ski mask all the way. "Um...I was joking. I'm um..I don't like you like that." I smiled sheepishly.
Aii im tired so...lmk what yall want from me ... oh and this shi finna be interesting. Luv ya.
