TW: blood
dingbutt poopy head:
noticed rise in gang activity around ur area. think it might be axon's peeps. we're moving to round the clock surveillance
Sent 10.36am
Me:
o yea. its sleepover time B)
Delivered
dingbutt poopy head:
n o.
Sent 10.37am
Me:B(Delivered
It'd been two weeks since my 'home detention' was cracked down to 24/7 surveillance.
It'd been two weeks since Claire and the others had their memories erased of my powers.
Things were steadily growing worse and worse.
But hey! Progress! Lloyd said hi to me in art!
And then didn't look at me for the rest of the week. So.
Baby steps.
Other than that, things weren't looking so swell. Prom was just around the corner and exams were right after that, which was perfect for my building stress. And that was just school.
I'd found a routine in this sullen little world that had befallen me. It was difficult to get up in the mornings due to my shit sleep that I couldn't fix, no matter how hard I'd tried. Afternoons were spent stuck inside my house while playing charades with Nya across the street as she stood guard. Classes were taken up by me frantically scrawling down the notes that Claire's group would routinely destroy.
It'd hurt me more if she'd just get physical. They knew that I needed to ace these exams.
God dammit. Why did they have to be methodical about destroying me?
Teachers were useless when I made complaints. Seems, like Lloyd, they didn't care if somebody associated with the Garmadon lineage was in distress.
Fuckin' assholes.
I'd punch Claire again if it wouldn't get me expelled before the most important exams of my high school career.
But, oh. It didn't end there.
The serpentine, despite having the majority vote to go through with the peace treaty, were still in the midst of discussing whether it was a good idea or not when Garmadon and I visited the cavern for the next meeting. Things got heated and angry words escalated until Garm and I had to call it quits and return at a later date, hopefully when the generals had calmed down.
And wouldn't stab each other with their staffs.
Raptra was sweet as ever, though. Pythor was still a crusty bitch.
But he was growing on me.
And-
Haha. Ha.
Still couldn't get the image of Lloyd's junk out of my head.
Uchū would be disappointed. Or disgusted.
Or actually, considering how he reacted to Lloyd destroying the old locker room when we made out at school, the first spinjitzu master was probably up in the clouds waving a tiny flag and rooting for me to get laid.
Unfortunately, I didn't have a boyfriend to lay.
So that sucks.
Maybe he was writing up a list of dick jokes to subject me to the next time I saw him. If I was allowed (I'll just hide on the back to Wu's dragon, Benedict, if it comes to that).
On a Sunday afternoon, Zane was trying to teach me Morse code. It was a tactic the ninja would often use while on missions, particularly if they aren't able to speak aloud. I was almost in tears at not being able to understand it.
Having given up, I began putting on my coat and tying my shoe laces. I had an incredibly important errand.
"Hello, babysitter number five," I sniffled into my phone when Zane rang. He softly chuckled. Everything about Zane was soft. But precise, in a way. The man-nindroid mystified me.
"Hello, problem child," he greeted back. I gasped.
"Ouch, Zane," I whined, unlocking the door and letting myself out after giving a quick glance around. "That hurt."
"I know a plentiful ice reserve where you can treat your burns."
"Did Jay turn on your funny switch again?" I said dryly as I relocked the door.
"No," Zane replied from behind me. I yelped, dropping my keys with a metallic clatter.
"JESUS, ZANE," I hissed, clutching at my racing heart. He snickered, picking up my keys. I snatched it from him with a half-hearted frown as I ended the now useless call. "What did we talk about you guys sneaking up on me? I'm too young to be getting heart attacks!"
Zane tilted his head as I checked if I did indeed lock the door, before stuffing my phone and keys into my coat pocket.
"You are not susceptible to a myocardial infarction."
"A what."
"Heart attack," Zane replied, walking beside me as I made my way down my driveway. His voice was muffled by his mask.
