The thoughts running through my head were countless. I had to make it seem like I wasn't going to throw up at dinner, but honestly, I wanted to. my stomach was twisting and turning like I had been punched repeatedly. The thought of that pain happening to someone was just horrid. Oh well, forget about it. I was trying to talk myself out of it and I couldn't do that, not now.
I walked down the stairs and rolled my eyes at wicked witch sitting behind the desk. She didn't even know my name and she had things againts me.
"Hey, Priscilla, let's play 20 questions. But my version." Adam said with a smirk forming.
"Okay, let's all play then." I said pulling Molly closer because I was always afraid of what his version of games were like.
"Okay, have you lost you virginity?" He asked me.
"Um, ew. No." I said sounding disgusted. Why did he care about this?
"Okay, Molly-"
"Don't even think about it." She said interuppting Adam.
"No, it's not that bad," He laughed, "if you had to choose someone to kiss, would it be me or Jase?"
"Um, definitely Jase, without a doubt." She laughed.
"Had you been thinking about kissing Jase?" I asked disgusted.
"Ew, no. I just wouldn't ever want to kiss him." She said pointing to him.
"Well thanks, that really makes me feel loved." He said.
"No offense." She giggled.
We walked out of the lobby, seeming like it took three hours just to get out of there and to the car. We got it and Molly called shotgun so I guess I was stuck with grossness.
I didn't really even know how I became friends with Jase and Adam. All I know is that when I introduced Molly to them for the first time, she was not impressed. She wouldn't sit with them for about a month. It literally took her a month to finally come sit down at our table.
In the car, something didn't feel right. I felt like after all this time and planning, we were going to get caught, something was going to go wrong. What if the police do catch us before we even commit the murder? That would seriously suck. I seriously feel like I'm trying to talk myself out of this. No! I'm not going to do that!
"What are you thinking about?" I heard Adam whisper.
"Nothing." I say back, obviously loud enough for Jase and Molly to hear.
"Nothing, what?" Molly turned around and asked.
"Nothing, Adam thought I was thinking about something, but I wasn't." I explain.
Molly just shrugged her shoulders and turned back around. I think her and Jase were in their own world because they up their dying of laughter.
"What's so funny?" I ask trying to join in.
"Oh, nothing." Molly manages to get out before bursting out in laughter again.
I hated it when Molly did this. It was seriously so annoying. I almost think she likes him. It's really weird. I mean Jase isn't really that ugly, I just wouldn't ever date him. I know no guy would ever want to date either of us after we kill someone. They probably would probably think we'd murder them if they pissed us off. Which is not true.
"Hey, Lovebirds, can we drive a little faster? I feel like the driver behind us has flicked you off at least three times." Adam complained.
"Who cares? We're about to be there anyway." He said.
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Behind Their Smiles
Teen Fiction4 teenagers by the names of Priscilla, Jase, Molly, and Adam. They are trying to convict one of the worst crimes yet- murder. They are all stressed to the max about everything. It all needs to go smoothly in order for the plan to work. Will they get...