Not yet Kitten (under MAJOR editing)

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All four of us sat on the couch. Jack, his friend, Carly and I. I made Jack bring his friend because Carly needed a friend, or something like that. 

'Can people with cancer even have sex?'

Apparently, they can cause she was all over him and he was all over her.

"So, Kaylee," Jack whispered in my ear. Jack had curly brown hair and brown eyes. He had that adorable man-baby look that most women fall for, and that I should love, but it just wasn't working for me. It never has. While every girl liked Nick Jonas, I liked Joe. 

 I tried to shake those thoughts out of my mind. I had a perfectly nice guy in front of me. "What?" I asked him, pulling myself out of my thoughts.

"I said, let's go head off into your room. It seems like Carly already has." He grinned as I turned around to see the spot where Carly and his pal were to be empty. I turned back around and smiled

I gave him my signature eyebat that captures people like a fish in a net. "Sure." I tried to make my voice sound as husky as possible. I stood up and grabbed his hand, making him follow me to my room. As soon as we entered, his mouth began to attack my neck. I closed my eyes, and started working on his pants. He stopped me. I grew confused. I just wanted to get the over with. Not that sex with him was the absolute worst, I wanted to cum in a timely fashion. 

Like a lady. 

 He went back to assaulting my neck, forcing me to walk backward until I fell on to the bed. Soon my pants were off, and his mouth was going to town on somewhere other than my neck. Usually, this would be okay but this time, he wasn't doing anything for me. Suddenly the male nurse from the hospital popped into my mind. With that single thought, I was more turned on than ever. Then it was like Jack wasn't there anymore and the nurse was. I felt myself edging closer and closer to my end until I heard a loud thump and a woman's cry. 

"Kaylee!" Carly screamed. My body shot up, put my underwear that had the word 'Tuesday' back on and grabbed my gun that was under my bed. It was tiny, was a bullet is a bullet. Running out of my room, ready to kill anything that was in Carly's room that wasn't Carly. I bursted into her room to see Jack's friend towering over her crouching body. She held her face out of pain and fear. Mostly pain.

I looked at Jack's friend, clearly giving him a few seconds to explain before I gave him the death penalty. He looked past me to Jack, "You didn't tell me she was a man!" He tried to justify. I looked back down at Carly, and noticed that she didn't have her wig on. I grew even angrier than before and aimed the gun straight at him.

It took a few seconds to process the idiocy. "She has cancer, you transphobic moron, You just hit a woman with cancer!" I yelled at him. His face changed from angry to scared in a matter of seconds once he realized that he might not leave this room alive. "You!" I turned around to Jack "Stand right next to him!" Jack silently did what I demanded. "Carly, come here." She stood up, still holding her face. "Let me see your face." I told her in a softer tone. She was already growing a large bruise on her face, which was accompanied by some swelling. I had to calm down before I killed him. I closed my eyes and took one deep breath. "Okay. This is what's going to happen. You two are going to take out your wallets and hand Carly all the money you have. Next, you will strip, and hand her your clothes too. Lastly, you will walk out of here, thankful that I spared your lives. Understood?" They didn't respond. I sighed and shot off a warning shot, showing them to not underestimate my small gun. "Understood?" I yelled. They started moving quickly. Thanking God that we lived in the crap part of town, no one was going to call the cops on us. I looked over to Carly, "Are you okay?" I whispered