Ella
"Are you sure about this?" Andrew asks me for what feels like the 50th time. I turn around and glare at him.
"Yes! I'm sure!" I snap, glaring. He nods and leaves Sam, Shauna, and I alone.
Us three are pulling our hair back, putting guns into our belts, etc. Neither of them seem nervous, both of them seem as angry as I am and prepared for revenge. I load my gun and shove it into my belt, fixing my ponytail again. It's been two whole days since Justice has died and the heaviness in my heart still hasn't left and I'm sure it never will. Maybe after I shoot Gilver it'll go away. The rich kids look scared to death as they're handed knives and a gun.
I laugh at them, leaning against the wall. My laugh sounds too fake and too forced even to my own ears. Shauna and Sam stand next to me, watching as everyone else finishes getting ready.
"Are you ready?" Sam asks me, softly.
I glare at her. "Of course I am. Are you?"
She nods vehemently then looks away. Adam comes over and Shauna rolls her eyes, walking away. Somethings never change.
"What's up?" Sam asks Adam.
"We're ready to go." he announces.
I detach myself from the wall and walk to the middle of the room, climbing up onto the table. I let out a sharp whistle to catch everyone's attention. They all look up and gather around the table, waiting to hear what I have to say. Tears gather in my eyes at their loyalty and friendship but I quickly wipe them away.
"Before we go I jut wanted to say that I love you all and I know that we're going to be greatly outnumbered today, but we can do it." I smile down at them and they smile back at me.
Antonio helps me off the table then hugs me tightly as we walk towards the door.
"Don't die, okay?" he whispers into my ear.
I smile. "You don't die either or I'll be really mad at you."
"Not long I'll have to deal with it." he jokes and I glare at him because to me, it's not funny and it won't ever be funny.
"Okay. Go away. Now you've made me mad." I say, shoving him away.
He laughs and walks over to Caine, Claudia, and Gabriel. Claudia still looks like she might burst into tears at any given moment, but I can't worry or care about her right now. All I can think about honestly, is Gilver and Oscar laying in a pool of their own blood. As I walk, my hands swing and suddenly a hand slips into mine and I look up and see Andrew.
He looks down at me and smiles softly. "Ella, I think I might try and get shot tonight."
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No Way (#Wattys2015)
Teen FictionShe's a street rat. He's a rich boy. She's a fighter. He's a lost soul. Both are so different but so in love. When Antonio Cortez and Ella January first met, neither of them expected anything big would come out of it. But when both of them lose peop...
