A/N I'm trying something new with the (parenthesis) (I hope I smwlled tat write...)
Honestly, I didn't know why exactly I just left but, I felt I could trust Vaughn. (I'm not a good judge of character...) Vaughn led me out of the school and into the woods! (OMG!! HE IS GOING TO KILL ME!!!!)
"So by any chance are you going to kill me?" I casually asked. He smiled. (Should I run?)
"Chill kat," Vaughn said. "I'm not killing you." (THANK YOU GOD!!!)
"Why are you thanking God?" (Sh*t!! Did I really say that?)
"You did..." Vaughn said. "Anyways I wanna show ya my pals." (Pals? Come on... This is 2017!!!)
"Um... Are they serial killers?" I asked.
"Does everything to you have to do with killers?" He asked. (It's called the fear of dieing, genius. I was being sacarastic... God Kate, stop lying to yourself)
"Ehh... No... Only 75% of the time," I joked. He did not laugh.
"I'm in a gang."
"Cool!" (Now silently sneek away)
"And I kill people," He said. (TMI!!! TMI???)
"Kay," I said in a sing song voice.
"Let's be real, Kat," Vaughn muttered.
"YOU ARE GOING TO H-E- DOUBLE HOCKEY STICK YOU *beep* beep* beep*! UGH YOU KILLER!!!!!!" I shout.
"You don't need to say *beep*," Vaughn laughs. "You can't swear?"
"Listen you fu-" I was interrupted.
"Vaughn and chick, calm down," said the strange random guy.
"Did you just call me a chick?!" I cried.
"I did..." He said.
"That is the first name he called me!!!" Tears rolled down my cheeks. "I have to go!" I ran father into the woods completing ignoring the fact I didn't know how to get home.
