Super Rich Kids ( A Mindless Behavior Fan-Fic )

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Craig.

After Jacob and I’s chat, I left a note for Alix to read while I’m gone. I hate to leave Alix alone considering how she cuts and attempts suicide while I’m gone, but I must do this favor for Jacob. Even though Jacob and I haven’t had a full fled conversation until now, I’m still going to do this for him. Jacob and I have never had beef, yet we’ve never been that close. But Jacob is the only one who, at least, tries not to worry me with his problems like everyone else. One little favor won’t hurt.

I threw on my hoodie and left Alix’s home. Since we live two blocks from each other, I had to walk to my house. Once there, I hopped into one of my various foreign sports cars and drove toward Justine’s house. After arriving,  I found the spare key in the very spot Jacob told me to look. I unlocked the front door and walked into the mansion. “Justine!” I yelled, beginning to venture up the spiral staircase. I eventually found my way towards the bedroom that was blasting music.

“Justine,” I spoke again while opening the door. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. She was in her unmade bed, half-naked and passed out. “Justine,” I whispered in disbelief. Jacob confessed to me about Justine’s drug problem in previous months, but… I never thought it was this serious. I advanced toward her seeing that her top was missing, leaving her double D’s to be exposed.

“Oh, God,” I slightly shielded my eyes while picking her up. I walked toward her bathroom and placed her in the tub with her back against the rim. I cut on the shower, letting the water run onto her skin for several moments. “Come on, Justine,” I leaned down over her, patting her cheek. Her eyes popped open unexpectedly causing me to almost jump out of my skin.

“What the hell? Craig get off me! Turn that off! Look at—Look at my fucking hair! CRAIG! I’m going to kill you!” she began slapping and hitting me repeatedly. “Calm down, Justine!” I shouted, turning off the water. I began picking her up, but her kicking, screaming, and squirming made the task difficult. And the fact that she was wet, topless, and motherfucking INSANE made my struggle even worse. I huffed, deciding to just put her over my shoulder. “Get your motherfucking hands off of me!” she cried as I walked into her bedroom.  I sat her down on her bed, crouching down in front of her, before she slapped me.

I glared at her, clenching my jaw for several moments. “Hit me again. I want you to,” I growled. Just as her hand was about to meet my jaw, I gripped her wrist aggressively. She snatched her hand back angrily. I took off my hoodie and handed it to her. I grew tired of occasional, accidental glimpses at her breasts. She eventually took the hoodie from my hands. “Do you need help putting it on?” I asked. “No! I don’t need your help,” her voice raised a bit. After she slipped it on, I sat next to her, at the edge of the bed.

“Justine… You gotta stop this,” I spoke gently. “I’ll stop when I want to!” she shouted. “But, what about---.” “No. I don’t want anyone’s help, okay?” she spoke. “You may not want it, Justine, but you need it,” I sternly spoke. “Shut the fuck up, Craig! Shut the fuck up right now! You don’t know how it feels to have the only one you love taken from you. The only thing I have is drugs! You have your shit together. You don’t know shit,” Justine shouted. “Why the fuck does everyone---. You know what? Fuck it. You say you don’t need help, and I believe you, Justine. Have fun with your motherfucking drugs,” I began leave. “No… Stay, please… I’m sorry,” she gripped my arm. “No, Justine. You---.” “Stay,” she roughly pulled me toward her. “Aye, what are you do--.” “Stay,” she whispered before pressing her lips onto mine and trapping me between her thighs. I snatched my lips back impulsively before pulling away, falling back onto the floor.

My chest heaved up and down as I looked at her as if she were insane (which I think is 95% true). “What the hell are you doing?! What the hell is wrong with you?!” I asked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Don’t leave me,” she spoke, tears beginning to brim her eyelids. Once I unfroze and gained my reality back, I zipped out of the house like I was Sonic the Hedgehog. Once in the driver’s seat of my car, I sat with my hands at ten and two on the steering wheel. I blinked several times. “What the fuck just happened?” I groaned.

 

Rayan.

“Are you sure about this, Zendaya. What if we get caught?” I asked skeptical of the situation that was about to occur. “Trust me, Rayan. We won’t get caught,” she gave me a reassuring smile. I sighed, parking my car. “Come on,” she smiled. “Fine,” I reluctantly groaned, taking my keys from the ignition. We were parked around Zendaya’s home and preparing to gather the rest of her belongings. She decided that her stay with me would be permanent. She informed me on her parents’ whereabouts, saying that neither of them would be here at this time. We walked in through the front door before creeping up the stairs and into her room. Once in her room, she began packing any and everything into one of her many Gucci duffle bags. “Help me out, would you?” she asked. I hopped up, opening her closet. I packed them as fast as I could, aware of the fact that either of her parents could be home at any moment.

Once done, we looked at each other and smiled. “Let’s get out of here,” Zendaya sighed with a smile. We grabbed the four bags—two for her and two for me—and made our way down the stairs… But then… we heard the front door open and close. We froze before our instincts finally kicked in. “Go,” she whispered. I started to move, but instead fell up the stairs and straight on my face. “Oh my god, Rayan!” she whispered. “Zendaya, is that you?” a man’s voice called. “Go. Go. Go,” she rushed me as I stood and ran up the stairs and back into her room.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” she began panicking. “Just calm down. We’ll get out of here, aight?” I reassured her, kissing her cheek gently. She began kind of hyperventilating as I opened her window. I threw my two bags out the window having it land on the grass below. “Come on,” I motioned her over. “I am not doing that!” she whispered, pulling out an inhaler. “I didn’t know she had asthma,” I thought as she shook it and took in its air.

“Trust me, Zendaya,” I spoke, taking the two bags she had and throwing them outside. I took a deep breath soon hearing footsteps slowly coming up the stairs. I cautiously slipped out of the window before jumping from the side of the house, landing on the bags. I smiled and looked up at the window. “Come on, Zendaya!” I called. “Don’t f-fucking r-r-rushing me!” she stammered before looking behind herself. “Rayan! I’m scared! I can’t do this!” she cried. “Z! It’s the second floor… Trust me!” I called while standing and opening my arms. She closed her eyes before jumping…

I caught her, falling back into the luggage. She was shaking with her eyes closed tightly. “Use your inhaler,” I reminded her causing her to automatically pull out her inhaler. After taking in air, she rested her head against my chest and took a few breaths. “You’re okay… We’re okay,” I whispered before she finally opened her eyes. “Good. Let’s get out of here,” she spoke before standing and grabbing a few of her belongings.