𝐒𝐓. 𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃, b.

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗

❝𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨❞

—𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄

𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟗𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖

"here's the plan," ski said with a grim expression, eyes scanning our inner circle as we sat quietly around the rec room table.

jahseh was quiet for once, our leader letting his right hand take the lead. i couldn't lie, jahseh's silence was frightening, but i guessed that anyone who didn't know jahseh would think the same. when he was like this, he would hold an awfully stoic expression and his body barely moved. right now though, it was for the best. a level headed plan was better than one born from vengeance.

life at st. george really was a roller coaster. for the past three days, we had been riding the high from jahseh's birthday, and he had definitely started to get a lot more affectionate. of course, neither of us ventured to be intimate, but it was more than enough.

yesterday was when shit really went left.

i held my thighs together as tightly as i could. in about two seconds, i was about to piss myself and kill myself from the embarrassment. when i finally made it to the bathroom, however, i let out a gasp of relief before literally running inside and throwing myself into a stall, locking it quickly.

my shorts were pushed down my lower half faster than i could think about it, and i closed my eyes in satisfaction as i peed. i was in the middle of a stimulating discussion—and by that, i meant a discussion full of close-minded idiots—when nature called.

i wiped myself and pulled my shorts up, failing to realize that there was someone else in the bathroom. i got an eerie feeling, but i unlocked the stall and swung it open anyway.

i quickly wished that i didn't, because whoever the person was had charged into my stall and locked us both inside of it.

it all happened so fast.

i saw cherily's face first, before i saw a glint of metal dancing around. fight or flight kicked in, and my first thought was to immobilize her. if i had to do it by killing, then so be it, because the bitch was starting to be a pain in my side anyway.

i threw a punch at her face but the connection didn't even faze her as she tried to get me down onto the ground. as we tousled, my heart raced widely, my eyes darting around to make sure that i had her weapon in my sights—and that it was coming nowhere near my body.

eventually i realized that it was a pocket knife, but it still wasn't shit to sneeze at. if she knew how to handle it properly, then i could surely be taking my breath in this fucked up bathroom stall.

she swung at me with it but i caught her wrist and yanked her down to the ground with all of my force. dislocating her shoulder would have been a bonus, but getting her restrained on the ground was good enough for me.

while both of us fought for control, i stayed mindful of her hands, and the overwhelming worry that she would slam my head into the toilet overtook me. slam me hard enough, and i was as good as dead.

after a few moments, i was able to knock the knife out of her hand, and in one swift motion, i grabbed her wrists, pulled them down to her sides, and pressed both of my knees against her wrist, pinning her wrists down. at this point, i didn't give a fuck how much it hurt, or if i cut off her circulation. this bitch came in here swinging a knife at me, so she deserved death.