The Queenwood games

The F boys

//sorry about spelling wasn't bothered to edit this chapter

Jo

Jo sat back against the locker door sighing. Since finding saskias body two days earlier, all she had to think about was the announcements or rather, lack of them. A week had passed since Chiara had stared the new rules, and that was the last of which they'd heard. Just as she was about to close her eyes an alarm blared. It was the lock down alarm.Grabbing what she could, Jo bolted upright and ran into the stairwell. The lights began to turn off one at a time, just like in all those horror movies she watched. She wasn't sure who started it but suddenly the entire school was alive with screaming and chaos. Just in time Jo managed to dive headfirst into the year 12 locker room, before she heard the thundering of footsteps behind her. She held her breath, quietly as possible looking up and through the classroom window into the blackness through it. Jolting back in horror she nearly had a heart attack as a blooded head was slammed against the class inches from where her face had been. His panicked eyes met hers, moments before a shadowy figure hurled him at the class once again, smashing blood and glass all of her. She scrambled back, screeching, her prada top would never be white again, stained red forver. The person who had attacked the now dead boy infront of her walked through the glass, crunching it beneath his black shore school shoes. He smirked at her with a wink. Jo snarled, quickly wiping his smile away with a bitch slap. "How dare you!? You ruined my goddamned Prada t shirt!". He stood back shooketh, wtf was this girl on about. 

"Your worried about that mess of a tshirt?" he asked, coking his head slightly in confusion. "Wouldn't you want to know more about me, Chad?"he said wiggling his eyebrows and pulling his shirt up a bit to reveal abs. Jo stepped back, pinching the bridge of her nose. "hey baby, dont be worried about your shirt, you wont need it later.". Jo walked forward suggestively, staring him in the eye with a smirk.

"fuck off." and pushed him out the door, locking it behind him. She wiped-her hands on the wall where she had touched him (ew,ew,ew) and pulled out her phone to call her babes. The games have changed, and where had these guys come from. 

Kyle

kyle gritted his teeth as chad pushed him out of the way, the guy always thought he was top shit. Kyle sprinted in the opposite direction to the other fuck boys, he had to find the opposition fast. Suddenly as he rounded a corner he came to a screeching halt, their was a girl there. Quickly he pulled out a mirror from his pocket, he had to make sure he looked good. Walking forward quiet as possible he draped his arm over the girl. Quick as a flash the girl wiped around, knife in hand, the tip pointed dangerously close to his crotch. 

"the hell are you?" she smirked, seeing the aghast look on his face.  A bead pf sweat trickled down his face, this girl was good...and hot. pulling and arm back he pushed it through his golden curled hair. 

"Kyle, with diamond blue eyes that all the lady fall for, golden brown locks, six feet of pure male awesomeness and a perfect 6 rock hard abs, at your surface.". The girl chuckled taking a step back from him. 

"Your an idiot you know that? look your cute but im taken...." Her voice trailed off. Suddenly she looked back at him with a new resolve, "you know what? My names Alex, and dont fucking forget it." before he could speak she pulled him forward by the neck kissing him hard before pushing him away and slaping him across the face, making his lips bleed. "bye, bye"'. Kyle stood dumb struck, that was weird as all shit, but he wasn't complaining. With new resolve he sprinted off laughing to catch up with the other lads. Now who was on top Chad.