Runaway [5SOS AU]

12- Pretty Mint

Rochelle:

After they finished with the scoring of their stupid little game Jase and Missy grabbed Michael and I from where we stood at the goal posts. I fought against Jase's grip for a mere moment before deciding my life was worth more than having the last word in. Missy grabbed Michael by his wrists and neck mirroring Jase and I except that Michael looked pathetic due to the height difference between them.

"Where is the safest place in this school?" Missy asked us.

"The hall but some idiots broke into it and killed loads of people so I would not recommend," Michael said which earned him a kick in the back of knees. His legs gave way until he was kneeling. Missy grabbed his hair and pulled it back roughly so that his face was towards the sky and his Adam's apple was poking out.

"Any more attitude from you young man and you'll see what happens to people who disrespect us. We are the top group now and what we say goes," she pushed his head forward and picked him up onto his feet. We continued to walk until they discovered the main offices.

Rat walked ahead and opened the principal's door with its bloody handle for the rest of the group to file in. Behind her desk was Mrs. Whitley with an empty expression on her face. Her eyes were milky and tear trails were left on her cold white cheeks. I recalled hearing that Group F got an extra twenty for killing the principal.

Jase and Missy chucked Michael and I onto the floor. Missy walked over to the principal and removed a lanyard from around her neck. She jangled the keys on the end of it and walked over to the door. After trying all of the keys she found the one she was looking for and locked the office door.

The office was near to the size of a classroom itself. There were three leather couches which usually were used for parents, teachers or students when they had a meeting with Mrs. Whitley. Mrs. Whitley's desk was kept neat and was decorated with a laptop, a cup of pencils and a picture frame with a photo of her and her three children. Everyone knew that her husband passed away five years ago in a car accident when he was rushing to the hospital to witness the birth of their youngest son. What's going to happen to those kids now that no one is coming home to them anymore? I ripped my eyes away from where Mrs. Whitley sat and buried them in the couch next to me.

"You two," Missy pointed to Michael and I, "get rid of that woman there. I don't want her death to encroach on my comfort."

Michael nodded his head at me and we stood up. I walked behind the desk and found that her white shirt was soaked red around her abdomen. I pulled in a shaky breath as I grabbed her ankles and Michael hooked his arms under her shoulders. We headed towards the door but Missy shook her head in disapproval.

"I just locked that. Chuck her out the window."

"We can't just-" Michael began as I felt like the burden of her body was becoming too much.

"Are you defying my orders?" She pulled a knife out of her belt and spun it skilfully and suggestively in her hand.

Michael looked like he was about to say something he would regret but instead he looked towards the floor in defeat. We walked to the two storey high window and dropped her out. We heard the screams from a group of blondes (also killers) and the sickening sound of breaking bones on cement. I shut my eyes tight and my body shook all over. I could only do so much surviving until I cracked.

I cleared my mind with a reoccurring thought, don't let them have your dignity. Don't let them see you crack.

Michael wasn't doing very well though. When they ignored us to some degree I found Michael curled into a ball under the desk crying and shaking like a child. I crawled under the desk and sat with my knees against my chest across from him. Comforting was never my forte.

"Um, are you okay?" I whispered across so silently I feared he couldn't hear me.

"What the fuck do you think?" His voice shook violently like his hands and chest.

I averted my eyes to the black carpet that only slightly hid the pool of blood in arms reach of myself. I felt bad that I didn't know what to do. I wished that Nina were here to take over the situation. She was probably dead along with all of my friends...

"How are you so calm?" I tried to ignore the hint of disgust in his tone that interrupted my relentless thoughts.

"The truth is that I'm screaming on the inside," I breathed without meeting his intense stare. I wanted to punch something. I wanted to be anywhere except where I was. Though I guess anyone would.

"What's happening down here?" Asked the uninvited voice of Jase. He had placed his gun with the others on the heavily guarded couch and looked somewhat like a normal teenager. Though we all knew he wasn't. His knees were bent so that he could see us and his arm supported his weight on the edge of the desk.

Neither Michael or I replied but I met his cocky grin with a singeing glare. He dropped his arm to his side and he smoothly rolled under the desk until his warmth was pressed uncomfortably close to my side. He sat with his arms leaning on his bent knees with his hands clasped together.

"Why so tense?" He chuckled as he felt me try to move further into the wooden panelling beside me.

"I'm not someone you can just toy with," the silence I'd forced myself into was too much.

"So I'm toying with you now," his smirk was poisonous.

"Yo-your eyes are too close together."

"Your voice is so annoying."

"Well-" I couldn't think of any other flaws about him other than, "your a horny homicidal psychotic shit."

"Why thank you," he replied with his hand over his heart as if he were honoured.

I flicked my head to the side so that he got a face full of pony tail. I crossed my arms and stared at the dark nothingness beside me. He shifted closer if it was even possible and breathed his minty breath in my face. He placed his hand on my neck and a feeling like fear tingled at his touch. He brushed some of my hair away and exposed my skin. I wanted to push him away but I began to overthink the situation. We were in a room with multiple killers with guns. What if he killed me? What if I was the reason they killed Michael too?

Suddenly the weight was forcefully pushed off of me. I began to wonder if I had subconsciously pushed him away and doomed us all. Before I knew it someone else's warmth was rested against me. His warmth was more comforting and welcomed. Michael had his arms caged around me protectively.

"You guys are so adorable," Jase chuckled slightly, "too bad she's my bitch now."

"I'm no ones bitch," I spat back while Michael stayed close to me.

"Be that way then. One way or another I will get your love. I'd prefer to have it given willingly though," he stood up and walked around the corner of the desk to the rest of his group.

Michael backed off slightly but didn't stay very far away from me. And as I fell into a restless sleep in his arms I couldn't help but wonder what Jase meant. How could he expect that I would give my love to him willingly? Though there was another question. A question that gave me horrific nightmares. How far was he willing to go to get it either way?

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A-N: MOCHELLE AF!!!! Tell me if you come up with a better ship name for them, but so far I think Mochelle is pretty good. WTF is up with Jase anyways? If you guys expect me to know cos I made him up and I'm the author and all of that jazz...then your terribly wrong.