{Survival}

The Plane

Y/N's POV

(Thank God for Florida!! Me, DeZha, and Sarah went on the best vacation ever. We went to Miami and met so many Fuckin cute boys, it was nonsense!!! I loved the scenery and the way the waves of the ocean clapped against the shore. DeZha kept taking embarrassing pictures of me and I just had to take her phone away, only to find that they were all on Instagram already. So, now we're on the plane back to L.A. I'm pretty sad that we have to leave, but I can't wait to get back to Jaquan. He's my boyfriend/enemy. All while I'm looking out of the window and thinking about him, Sarah tapped my shoulder.)

" Hey, do you know what's wrong with DeZha??"

(I looked over and, sure enough, DeZha was just staring ahead, not really saying anything.)

"DeZha? You aiight?!"

(She turned and looked at me with blank eyes.)

"Yeah, I'm cool. Just thinking bout something..."

"Well, what is it, " Sarah asked.

"..... Never mind. It's nothing."

(Okay? Talk about Fuckin weird. When I turned back to the window, I saw that a storm was taking place. Oh, Fuck. Ain't nobody got time for this bullshit. I gotta get back home. Then, the plane jumped violently. I pretty much reached the roof of the plane. But, the weird thing about it was nonsense that everyone jumped up with except DeZha. Okay, now that's just Fuckin creepy. What the Fuck is wrong with her?)

Sarah's POV

(When the plane jumped, I saw a familiar afro jump up in the back. So, I decided to investigate. I walked across DeZha, who was pretty much frozen to her seat. When I got to the back, I Fuckin hyperventilated. Princeton and the rest of MB was sitting right there in front of me. So, the outgoing part of me sat my fat, juicy ass right there. Me and my girls were never cocky, but we knew we were thick and sexy. But, to be honest, I think DeZha was the most beautiful because she had strong features and she looked older than she was. Me, I'm a real cutie, though. And Y/N is one sexy muthafucka, not to be gay. But, anyways, enough of our good looks. Princeton looked me up and down, and gave that one-in-a-million smile. The others just looked at me, then at Prince, then back at me.)

"Hey, Chica. Me llamo es Princeton."

I smirked. "Don't you think I know that?"

He smirked back. "So you understand me?"

"No Fuckin duh. I'm Puerto Rican. I understand the Spanish language."

"You know, my mother told me not to mess with a Puerto Rican. She said they were trouble, " he said.

I put my lips up into a snarl. "Well, my mama and told me the same thing about y'all Mexicans. Said y'all was crazy. Psycho. Or, if you understand me, loco."

"Oooh, feisty girl. Calm all that down before we both get in trouble." He winked at me. (Was he tryna flirt, cuz you know I'm down.)

"Well, papi, can you call me when you want it, cuz I'll bring it." (Then, I slipped him my number and went back to my seat.)

(Damn, daddy was just asking for the punai!! If he want it, he gotta work for it. Shit, can't just give it up like that. I know what happened I last time I did that. Then, next thing I know, the plane jumped again, making me fly out of my seat.)

DeZha's POV

(Shit, what the Fuck is wrong with the Fuckin pilot?! Errybody just flying to different Fuckin seats. It's ridiculous. It's liked errybody Fuckin airborne and Shit. I gotta pee. I got up and walked to the bathroom. When I was done, I decided I wanted to be nosy and sneak to the cockpit. When I walked in, I swear, all the blood just disappeared from my body. Both the pot and copilot were unconscious. The plane jolted again and I fell farther into the cockpit. When I tried to get up, I realized I was staring into the face of the pilot. He wasn't just unconscious, he was dead. Nobody was directing the plane. I looked out of the front window, panicking and hoping to find a sign of Los Angeles anywhere, but what I saw was nowhere near L.A. I saw a shredded flag of red and white with a maple leaf in the middle. We were in Canada. I ran out of the cockpit and alarmed Errybody.)

"The pilot and copilot are dead!!!!!"

(That was the last thing I remember before me and errybody else started flying around the plane.)

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(When I woke up, my head was killing me and I swear, I think I was tasting someone else's blood. I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was the eyeball. It was just staring back at me, like we were really wasting time having a staring contest. I screamed and jumped up. Then, I realized errybody's body parts were everywhere, attached and detached. I started to retch, but I heard a sound. I froze in my spot. I slowly turned around and saw Ray Ray from MB shimmying around like something was crawling on him. When he saw me, he just stared and I stared back. Then I thought about Sarah and Y/N. I started to panicking and crying when, on point, Sarah popped up. She looked as scared as me and Ray Ray.)

"Can s-somebody please help me, please?"

(Me and Ray Ray ran to her and pulled her up. Then, about 10 more people popped up; 6 boys and 4 girls. But, where was Y/N?! I started digging through all of the bodies, dead and alive, to find her. I heard a familiar voice say...)

"Looking for me?"

(I turned around and saw Y/N standing there with a hand on here hip and a limp in her walk.)

"Girl, don't play like that. I was scared, " I said while hugging her tight.

Sarah turned red. "Hey, what about me?"

"You cool, " I said.

"Talk about shady. Anyways, what was up wit that crash?"

"I don't know, but I do know that I am not about to just stand here wit all these dead bodies, " said a girl with pink weave.

Another girl with blue weave said, "I know that's right, Bahja. I ain't either."

(I stared at both of them like, are y'all Fuckin serious? Let me stop, like, right now. Anyways, the boy with the Beats around his neck pushed both of them out of the way and, next thing I know, he's in my face.)

"Hey, do you know anything about this, " he asked.

(I don't know why, but I started to debate on if I should tell him or not. So instead of answering his question, I totally dodged the bitch.)

"We have to hurry and try to find help, y'all. Follow me."

Pink weave said, "Naw, bish, I ain't following you anywhere."

I turned around slowly. "Da Fuck?! WHAT?!"

"Why don't you shut up, Bahja, " said the most beautiful boy I seen in my Fuckin 17 years of living.

"You shut up, Prod." (So that's his name. Sexy.) "You mad cuz you can't have me no more."

(Oh. So, they used to go out?)

"Can we at least work it out?"

"Nope. You never getting me back."

(And he wants her back? I'll change that.)

"She's right, y'all, " another voice said.

"Roc, don't act like you da man now. You was screaming yo head off when we was getting thrown around like a rag doll, " Bahja said.

"Naw, that was Ray, " Roc said, pointing at Ray Ray.

Ray Ray looked shocked. "Was not!!!"

"ENOUGH, " I yelled. "We need to just grab all our Shit and get the Fuck up outta here."

"Word."

(I looked at Y/N like, please don't. So, we all started grabbing our Shit. That boy Roc's hand touched mine like 7 times. He was super fine though. Since that boy Prod was occupado, I was gonna hit up this dude. But for right now, let's figure out how the Fuck we're gonna get you outta here.)

Y/N's POV

(DeZha is really smart, so I followed her out of the plane. Sarah did, too. But these other Bitches is kinda hesitating.