Rapid Reactions (A Mindless Behavior Story)

Moving On

Previously: both Holy and (YN) wake up with no clear memory for them to differentiate whether the past events actually happened. Holy, woke up in a bed that looked familiar to her, but she realises that she is slowly losing her sense of reality and her memory is slowly going, so when Khalil walks in and starts to talk complete nonsense – to her – she isn’t reluctant to take the drugs he openly admits to poisoning her with. (YN) wakes up in Chresanto’s arms which confuses her about her memories of the phone call from Holy and her conversation with Prod, so she gets in the shower and thinks about what has to happen in the near future. As she comes to terms with it, Chresanto walks in the room and causes mischief. After (YN) stops what could of got really intermit, she give her boyfriend pleasure in a way that wasn’t expect.

*PRINCETON’S POV*

I had woke up, long before we all had gone into Chres and (YN)’s room for a blunt, because I heard Craig talking to Diggy through the wall I knew that we all needed something to take the stress away.  I couldn’t we had lost our friend - the death had only just hit me and it was hurting like a bitch.  Once Ray said that he wanted to go and see Isabella I asked Craig and Chres if they wanted to go play basketball for a while, I wanted to make it like old times... before the fame and the stress, the times when the only we had was our games and our women. It took a lot of convincing but they eventually agreed to do it, so we planned met in Chres’ room when we were ready, I was ready to go but I needed to do one thing before I left. So I got my phone out and found her number then waited to hear her voice.

Aimee: Jacob?

Me: Hola mami, how are you?

Aimee: why are you doing this?

Me: what do you mean?

Aimee: I don’t want this to hurt anymore than it already does

Me: why does it hurt?

Aimee: because everyone associated with me are dropping dead

I heard the pain in her voice and it crushed me, she didn’t sound as though she was crying but she sounded as though she was speaking from the heart. I knew she didn’t want to talk to me because she felt like talking with me would make her catch feelings and she didn’t want to do that because she was worried I would leave her.

Me: I’m not going anywhere babe

Aimee: don’t call me that

Me: why

Aimee: because you and I were simply a fling and you know it, it’s not like (YN) and Roc. You don’t need to be calling me anymore I’m gone out your life, you can move on to the next girl

Me: what if I don’t want to?

Aimee: you’re going to have to leave me alone

Me: you don’t mean that

Aimee: I actually do... my professor has just walked in, I can’t talk to you. Don’t call again... please.

The last word she said contradicted everything she has just said to me, it was as if everything she was begging me not to talk to her – but because of something more than her given excuses. She had ended the call and I still stood there with the phone on my ear, almost everything she said was true. Her and I were nothing but a fling, but I wanted to take that further, she was damaged beyond repair yet I wanted to do nothing yet protect her, however, she made what she was feeling clear... She didn’t want me talking to her, and if me trying too hard meant I  was going to hurt her then I had to leave her.

*AIMEE’S POV*

 

I tried my hardest to convince him, it did hurt me to say some of the things I said because although we were a fling, I had caught feelings for him from the moment he vowed to protect me from my past. I wasn’t lying about feeling as though if I spoke to him then it would hurt more; seeing his name on my phone hurt so bad... it all hurts at the end of the day.

I quickly wiped the tear from my eye then looked up to listening for the lecture, Ayana turned to me to see if I was okay and I nodded at her. The lesson went by slowly, I kept reminiscing the moments we had on the bus... before we knew everything. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and cautiously took it out, I saw I had a message and my heart automatically started pounding. “Not another one...” I sighed to myself and read the message in fear.

-Text-

 

BLOCKED NUMBER: well done! That was so convincing, beside that last “please”. Lol you pathetic bitch, couldn’t even do the first task properly... oh well, I can live with that. I need you to walk out the class and fix yourself up for your next lesson, I need slutty Aimee back - unless you really do want Perez to drop dead :)

-End of Text-

 

I had been strong enough to do as the “texter” was saying without any threats and without telling anyone about the harassment before. But that time the person was asking for too much...threatening too much. I couldn’t go back to my old ways... but I couldn’t let Jacob die. It took Ayana touching my shoulder for me to realise I had been crying the entire time, she didn’t want to bring the classes attention so when I finally realised I walked up to Mr. Chaudhry and told him I was unwell then left...