Mis Newgent is a bitch but I appreciate her generosity for driving me to the excursion since I missed the bus. The absolute downside is that I'm stuck with the prim princess bitches. AKA the cheerleaders. To make matters worse the jocks are on the bus. Loud, noisy, obnoxious and constantly making out with the cheerleaders. Cringe!
I slowly walk to the bus behind Miss Newgent. I slowly climb aboard. Just as I was about to walk down the aisle of the bus a hand sticks out to stop me. "What are you doing here?" I hear Vixen the co-cheerleader and ex-bestfriend say. She said it with such venom I nearly melted off the bus. I hear Miss Newgent's voice, "We're driving her to the excursion area since she missed the bus." Vixen stubbornly lowers her hands.
I slowly walk down the aisle to the only spare place on the bus. Way at the back clearly. A foot quickly sticks out into the aisle tripping me. I quickly regain gain posture and turn to see who tripped me. Why am I not surprised. The leader of the bitch crew. Vanessa and she's just sucking faces with the oh look the jock leader. I turn back around and walk to the end of the bus. I can hear some people whispering under their breath. Enough for me to hear but not enough for Miss Newgent too.
"Look at her ugly as style"
"Slut"
"Emo"
"Loser"
I ignore the painful feeling in my heart and laid down at the free seat. I pull my cap over my eyes and place my headphones in. I fall into a light sleep. A few jolts and so on wake me up but I only fall back asleep. I wake to the bus stopping, almost sliding off the seat. "Sit down everyone the road is just blocked. We're going to be a bit late. I need to take the long way." I hear Miss Newgent say as the bus slowly turns a corner.
I pull the cap over my eyes, a sick feeling growing in my stomach. I ignore it just thinking it's because I skipped breakfast. I readjust the headphones over my ears, while on repeat, loud enough that even the person in front of me would hear. I fall back into a quick slumber.
I'm walking through a jail made of wood, vines and nature in general. Each prisoner happy and joyful as I come into view. I touch the dark wood of the bars. A fire slowly lights and burns through the bars. As I got closer to the end prisoners ran pass me with glee. As I step outside I see a person with a bucket. My immediate reaction is that they are trying to put out my fire. It did not please me. I run at them my blade at the ready. With no hesitation they spray me with the contents of the bucket.
I open my eyes releasing the breath I had and wiped my face off. I feel the cap on my head slip off. I flip into my stomach to pick it up. On that split second I knew something was wrong.
It was quiet except for quiet sobs and the smell of gasoline in the air. I fully flipped on to my stomach about to reach for my cap when a pair of feet come into view. I slowly reach for the cap and place it backwards on my head and face the owner of the shoes. I hold my breath in fear and admiration. Ginger mixed with light brown hair, handsome dark brown eyes and lips that could take the life of the devil.
"Now honey, be careful. Don't go to far from the group alright there is a group of killers on the loose." My father says to me as he tosses me my lunch. Mum walks into the room finishing her sandwich. "And sure as hell don't talk to any gingers, alright? He looks normal when he has a normal face but when he smile it's like a death sentence. If you still don't get it I'm talking about that Jerome guy" It was too late though I was already half way out the door. I only hear the words don't talk to gingers.
I swallow the lump in my throat. I quickly shuffle to the wall of the bus in a lame attempt to get away. Jerome jumps onto the seat, a hose in hand and looks at me dead in the eye. "Hiya gorgeous, I'm Jerome." He says with a smile. I tense the fear in me grows. What the hell, who is this? He looks like a completely different person from before.
"Let's make a deal shall we? You join me and I won't burn these people alive?" Jerome says. The jock in front of me builds up a bundle of courage and shouts out, "Take the slut and spare us." Snap. Something inside me broke. I pull out my blade I normally keep in my sleeve from when I used to cut, bad habits die hard, and stood up on the floor of the bus. Leaning over the seat to where the jock was. My face contours to anger and my voice practically over-flowing with venom. "What....Did...You...Say?" I slowly say spacing my words.
I turn my head to face the jock. My hand and blade on the side of his face. The tip breaking his skin a little. Blood lightly dipping down his face. He let's out a quiet whimper. In a motion so quick, the blade slides quickly down his check and down his neck. A few more stabs and I stop. Not because I wanted because a certain hand stopped me.
"Calm down, gorgeous. Let's go. It's not a woman-like to get dirty by another man." A slight blush appears on my cheeks. I relinquish the blade and my hand to Jerome. He grabs my hands with the blade and takes me to the front of the bus and stops. He lets go of my hand and releases a waterfall of gasoline on the sluts and womanisers. Jerome quickly jumps off the bus with me in suit.
"Light 'em up!" Jerome with a fancy little gesture. A short man runs over and prepares to light a match. Jerome then picks me up and throws me onto his shoulders. I watch as the bus slowly began to light up. The short little man then runs and follows behind us. Jerome then jumps on the back of what seemed to be a gas tanker and bangs on the side.
Jerome then put me down and wraps my arms around his waist and kisses me. "You know it's rude to kiss a girl with knowing her name first." I say with the tiny amount of courage I had left. With every building that passed the fear grew less and the lust grew more. "Well then what is your name?" Jerome asks. "(Y/N), but you call me anytime."
Sorry I didn't type this using "you". I just find it more reader captivating this way. It makes you feel like you more in the story. Also sorry if I triggered anything. I just needed way to make the story have more sense. Like the blade, it seems a little off if you have a random blade up your sleeve. The violence? I'm just a very violent person sorry again. Please feel feel to request more.
