Runaway [5SOS AU]

17- Bulging Biceps

Rochelle:

"We're leaving," we're the two words Jase spoke to me before he roughly grabbed ahold of my arm and hauled me out of the office. I was about to walk along begrudgingly at best when I found that I wasn't touching the ground. Jase was digging his callused finger tips into my shoulder creating bruises of his fingertips on my skin. His biceps bulged as he held me in the air without even a slight constipated look on his face.

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I wonder how much he worked out?

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"Are you--are you checking me out?" Jase snickered with a cocky grin on his face as he continued to walk.

"As if. Michael has better muscles than you," I replied even though I knew it wasn't true.

"I bet he does," he replied sarcastically. I snorted and allowed him to carry me the rest of the way to wherever the hell we were going.

Michael had his arms held behind him and pressed into his back by the one and only Missy. We all walked/ hovered down the hallways and out of buildings. I continued to ignore the pain generating in my arm. It didn't take us very long to arrive at the school gates where a line of buses were waiting.

Jase abruptly let go of my arm and my knees buckled in shock. The gravel dug into my legs as I landed on the ground.

"You dick!" I said to Jase. "Give me some warning next time!"

"Oh I'm sorry darling. Did the big bad murderer hurt you? I'll make sure to pay more attention to your well-being," he replied with a derisive snort.

I scoffed but decided to bite my tongue. I pushed myself off the ground and turned to see Michael getting a potato sack shoved over his head. Just as I was about to protest a similar object was pulled over my head and I was picked up by familiar calloused hands. Jase threw me into a seat on the bus and it coughed to life. I guess this is the part where I explain my senses in all of their horrified glory. So I'll do it in a poem:

Roses are red;
Violets are blue;
I got a sack on my head...
And it smells like poo.

Yes, yes, yes. Applaud me. Send me gifts. As a matter of fact you should get a police officer and send them back in time to get my ass out of there. Is that too much to ask?

"It's just you and me Rochelle," Jase said from the driver's seat. "Everyone else is either in the bus behind us or already waiting for us."

"Is Michael in the other bus?" I asked as I tugged against the cable ties.

"Is that any of your business?" Jase replied as the bus roared to life.

"If you haven't noticed, Michael has been the only one who I can relate to because everyone around me is either need some serious meds for their mental stability or they're dead. I kinda want to know where the wimp is."

"You'll see him soon. Don't you worry about that." His voice held a tone that sent shivers down my spine.

Seeing that was the closest thing to an answer I'd probably ever get out of him I decided to shut my eyes, lean my head back and get some more sleep. Though the world was being particularly cruel and decided that I wasn't going to get any shut eye.

Jase started whooping wildly from the front seat and the bus lurched forward along with my stomach. I caught my breath from the sudden shock. What the hell was happening now?! My gut never settled back into its original position due to Jase hurtling the bus at unnatural speeds.