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Billy's POV

We were back in the bathroom and we snuck back in to the cafeteria.

I'm hoping that this whole plan works out.

We were pushed back into our rooms.

Jess didn't speak to anyone, she just never talks to any of us.

But something was different, something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Carla, ever since Joey died, she hasn't eaten, she hasn't spoken to anyone, I'm a little worried."

We both looked over at Carla, who was just looking into space.

She was just sitting there.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Maybe she just doesn't wanna speak to anyone."

"I don't know, she's pretty social."

"It'll blow over." I assured her.

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It was around 2 in the morning.

I couldn't sleep, but everyone else was asleep.

I just have a lot of shit on my mind.

I looked over at Jess, who was up.

I motioned for her to come my way.

"What?" She whispered.

"You can't sleep?"

She shook her head.

"I wanna leave, I want all of this to be over." She told me.

"I do too."

I grabbed her hand, "Come on."

"Where we going?" She asked.

"Somewhere else."

We snuck out of the room, and quietly walked downstairs.

We were going to the basement.

She crossed her arms, "We're going to the basement?"

"There's no guards down here, so why the hell not, right?"

I motioned for her to get it, and she rolled her eyes and went in.

"The only memory I have of being here, is when you and your guys had phone sex with Jennifer." She laughed.

I closed the door, and turned the light on.

"We were boys then, we're men now"

"Whatever." She smiled.

There was a pause for a second.

"I'm really glad we're alone down here. Finally alone."

"Yeah, don't get any ideas Billy." She told me.

"I wasn't gonna do anything." I laughed.

"Sure you weren't." She said sarcastically.

We sat on the table.

"I'm bored."

"Let's play a game." I suggested.

"What game?"

"I dunno."

"Wow Billy, always full of great ideas."

"Shut up Jess." We both laughed.

"We could just ask each other random questions." I said.

"Okay, you go first."

"What's your favorite color?"

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