JAKE'S GIRL

Four

(You should probably read the chapter before to remember what is happening in the story.)
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They all turn there heads at me confused. Each one of them has there gun on the floor, except for Jessica she doesn't have one in front of her. It's Good that each one of them are prepared and carry guns with them all the time.

The bald guys head is dripping of sweat. His grip on Chad is loose. He is fidgeting and doesn't know what to do. Chad slowly tries getting out of his grip but he tightens it.

I lift my eyebrow and smirk.

"I.... I'..ll." He starts stuttering.

"You'll what?" I say condescending.

"Stand back, I'll shoot him." He says backing up while grabbing Chad with him.

"Shoot him then." I said snorting.

The gun that is pointed at Chads head is shacking furiously. Chad looks horrified at my statement and so do the others.

"Stand back!" He spits out worryingly.
He looks around as if there is another escape option out there.

"Wait, don't listen to her. We can figure something out." Said Max reassuringly.

They all still have there guns down as if they were really going to try to compromise with this man. Even tho he has a gun to his friend's head. Cowards.

"Say your last words to him." He shouts  hoarsely. His face is red, I wonder if he always let's his emotions show on his face.

"Shoot then! I'm waiting, you have been saying that for the past five minutes. Your wasting my time now." I said eerily.

"You're.. You're insane." He says rubbing his pointed gun on his head frustratingly. He says that as if I already don't know.

"Shoot him and your option of getting out alive is dead, just like Chad will be." I said laughing menacingly. Acting insane drives people insane as well.

"What do you want from me!" He yells hysterically.

"First let him go."

"Like I'll do that!" He yells exasperated. I wouldn't have either, the situation he is in terrible. Why do we humans put ourselves in uncomfortable situations.

"Fine." I said pointing my gun to his head.

"One." I count. Come on.

"Tw.." I let out before he screams.

"STOP! STOP!" He cries out, tears streaming down his face. There.

I squint my eyes challenging him.

"Are we listening now?" I tell him gritting my teeth.

"O..kay just don't shoot." His voice cracking.

Chad is let go but the gun is still in his hands.

"Now put the gun down." I said pointing my gun to his.

"What if you shoot." He says shaking his head furiously. That's it, humans are unreliable.

"Now." I command.

"Oh God! Please don't shoot." He repeats squeezing his eyes shut and placing the now trembling gun on the floor. Wasn't he the one who was supposed to have everything given to him? I guess we aren't all strong as we seem.

"Kick it here." I said pointing my head to his foot.

The gun slides towards me and I pick it up and place it in the back of my jeans.

With a few long strides, I fist his shirt and point my gun to his head.

"I don't appreciate my time getting wasted." I grit out.

"DON'T! PLEASE!" He yells covering his head with both arms.

I turn my head around to the others. Lifting an eyebrow, in which asks what they want me to do with him. Adrian responds by moving his head toward the front door. They don't want to call the police?

"Come back, I'm waiting for you." I smile cryptically.

He whimpers in response.

I let go of his shirt, making him fly a few steps back. The guy runs out the door causing cold air to breeze throughout the gym.
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