𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 ║watty's 2019

allergic to blood

song: bitchin' summer by avril lavigne

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"Angelina!" I heard Ted scream in my ear. He was screaming for the past ten minutes because of Ben's bloody nose. I covered my ears by pulling my beanie down more. 

He yanked it off.

"Angelina!"

"What?!" I hissed angrily smacking the back of his head again. I was busy helping Ben fix his newly hideous nose and tried preventing blood dripping.

Keyword: Tried.

"It looks like a nose job massacre," Ted said wincing. 

I shook my head in confusion. "A massacre is a lot of people being slaughtered dumbass; this is just one really bad nose job."

Benji screamed a little.

Ted shrieked when Benjamin pulled the tissue off, visible with dark crimson-colored blood. I rolled my eyes as the guy ran off to my living room. Usually, he loved my kitchen, guess not with Benji's bloody nose in it. The chef looked at us as if we were taking ecstasy (it's not good to take drugs kids). Benji clenched his fists when I smacked him on the back of the head.

"What was that for?!" He yelped clutching his head. I grinned.

"That was for lying."

Ben looked at me in disbelief. "I didn't lie!" 

"You said you were ready bozo butt!" My insults were getting worse. Shame on you Angelina. My conscience was shaking her head disappointedly.

He remained silent knowing I was right. I heard my phone ping and I immediately knew it was Helen. Helen is my best friend since sixth grade. I moved here in sixth grade after leaving New York. It was cramped and crazy in the city and my parents hated it. 

Helen is also my doubles partner in tennis so we are kind of telepathic.

Basically, if you hurt Helen. Helen calls me. I hurt you.

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From Helen:

Are you at home? 

To Helen:

Just come over, I know you're already on your way 

♙

She texted me a middle finger and I just chuckled. Typical Helen. Benjamin looked at me tiredly.

"Hey, is Ted in the living room?"

"Yeah, let's go, bro."

We walked to the living room to see Ted watching Spongebob and Sandy having dinner together. He was happy to see me but his face fell when he saw the Bloody Benji. Benji groaned.

"Don't run away now! I want to watch too you know!"

Ted shook his head rapidly clutching his pillow tightly. He looked at me like he was allergic to Ben.

"Why are you so freaked out! Its blood. You have it too."

"I'm allergic to blood!" Ted blurted out scooting farther away from the nosebleed dude. Ben sighed, rolled his eyes and plopped on the couch.

"You can't be allergic. It's literally in you!" I spoke slowly. Guess he wasn't allergic to Ben. He was allergic to blood. Ted's eyes widened and he just shook his head as if he'd seen a ghost. I'd known Ted since forever. He was usually the witty and brave one.

"What's wrong Teddy Bear?" I asked, my eyes softening.

He bit his lip.

"What's wrong Teddy?" Brooklyn asked. Evelyn just looked at him blankly, obviously confused why the macho-macho was crying.

Helen sighed. "Your paper cut?"

Ted nodded.

"Wait. How come she knows and I don't?" I asked slightly annoyed. Helen glared at me like shut the fuck up you whore. 

I glared back. "TELL ME, BITCH."

"She knows because she stopped by to give me my homework. I was absent remember?" Ted said rescuing her. Helen nodded and I blushed sheepishly.

"Oops. So did you like to see Ted's cut bleed out or-" I was cut off by Ben who got blood on the floor. I groaned and wiped it with his sleeve but getting nose blood on myself.

Benjamin laughed and pointed at me. "Hey who's up for some Maze-runners?" He asked suddenly plopping onto my couch. A maid of my dad's looked at all of us suspiciously as if all teens smoked weed.

Man, they really do trust me.

"Sure, when there's Dylan O' Brien, I'd do anything." 

After ten minutes, everyone in the room became deaf from Helen and my intense fangirl screams.