A Romeo And Juliet Kind Of Story

Chapter 3

This is Drake, the oldest of the bunch <3 (and Sindy's biological brother)

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FUCK FUCK FUCK.

I was quickly trying to tidy up my destroyed room, eager to find the 9 page essay that was due in about 2 hours. 

"This is not fucking happening."

"Lose something?"

I jumped up from a pile of clothes and looked toward my doorway. Jared was there leaning against it, arms crossed, his expression showing curiosity.

"My paper..." I growled, going back to the clothes.

"Here, let me help."

He came into my room and began looking underneath furniture and clothes.

"When is it due?" he asked.

"In like 2 fucking hours," I moaned.

I was now darting around the room, desperatly putting away what clothes I could. 

"How'd this happen?"

"I was looking for my paper."

"So you needed to destroy your room?"

I ignored him and hung up my last few shirts. Soon, my room was clean, but there was still no sign of my paper. I did one last search before I flung myself onto my bed and let out a defeated sigh. I felt my bed sink a little as Jared sat beside me. 

So, to catch you up on things, it's been over a week since we began this whole truce. Luckily, no one has become suspicious, Drake is still a Dick, and I'm never going to find that paper. 

"Relax," Jared soothed, "Where were you the last time you had it?"

"Here, in my room, at my fucking desk."

I felt him get up and watched as he went over to my desk in one of the corners. He moved my laptop and looked between the many text books I had on it. He then opened the drawers and peered around. I watched with amusement as he lifted out a small, black, shiny object.

"Why?" he asked, waving it at me.

I got up and took the gun away from him.

"What? You don't have one in your room?" I asked him with mock surprise.

"Um, no."

"You should," I told him, with a hint of warning.

I made sure it was loaded and the safety was on before placing it back into the drawer.

"Well, we have about an hour left," Jared said, glancing at his watch.

"UUUUUUUUUGH!!!!"

"Chloeeeee!" came my mother's voice from downstairs.

I went out and headed downstairs to her.

"Yeah?"

"This is yours right?" she asked from the kitchen, waving a thick packet of papers at me.

"Oh my fucking God yes!" I lurched over the counter and grabbed them.

"Language."

"Where'd you find this?" I asked her, relief flooding through me as I scanned through it.

"Hungry?" she asked, completely avoiding my question.

"Mom."

"Fine fine, I took it and did a few edits."