One of the Misfits

Chapter Eight ~

*Disclaimer: I do not own Misfits or its characters and plot lines, only my own.*

Rosetta Bernett

"We need to move them," Curtis had said straight away after we found him and the others.

"A couple of questions.. how, where and are you out of your freaking mind?" Nathan hissed at him.

"If we leave them there they'll find them," he hissed right back.

"Oh, and whereas diggin' them up, and wheeling the around everywhere? Yeah that's real low risk strategy." Nathan retorted.

"If you've got a better idea, let's here it," Curtis spread his arms open. I facepalmed.

"Guys, arguing isn't going to get us anywhere." I cut in.

Nathan ignored me. "Actually I do have a better idea. Why don't you turn back time and stop us from killing our probation worker?" He suggested.

"Show me how it works and I'll do it." Curtis leaned in closer to Nathan giving him a threatening look. I eyed the black bra Nathan had over his clothes. I worried about his mental state sometimes.

"We need a car," I finally said.

"Well have you got a car?" Nathan asked me. I stared at him.

"I don't even own a phone. You suddenly expect me to have a car just sitting around?"

"Well that's great, maybe we should call a cab. Better make it an eight seater," he said sarcastically.

Kelly walked in the room just then complete with a pink cap and massive glasses hiding her face. "Where've you been?" I asked her.

"I've just been to the doctors," she replied.

"Yeah? While you were getting your smear test, big shock, we found out that the bodies are going to be dug up," Nathan revealed to her. Her head jolted up at the news.

"They're building an environmental monitoring station under the fly-over," Simon explained to her.

"Sounds like bullsh*t, right?" Nathan commented.

"Can you steal a car?" Alisha asked Kelly.

"Can you get a car?" Curtis rephrased.

"You can all f*ck off!" She said before stalking off to a table, pushing the sorted shoes off of it and onto the floor before taking their spot. I furrowed my eyebrows at her mood.

"Alright, ouchie. Come on, we're a bunch of young offenders and not one of us know how to steal a car? That is pathetic!" Nathan stated putting his hands on his hips. I pursed my lips. He was partly right, one of us should know how to do at least that.

"Look, I'll borrow my dad's car." Alisha offered.

"Cause you're banned from driving so that makes total sense, right?" Curtis responded sarcastically.

Alisha glared at him, "awh, you're like a whiny little b*tch."

"Guys, guys guys, come on we need to work together! Think of it as a team-building exercise." I said with a grin.

"I'm feeling this! Are you feeling this?" Nathan asked brightly grabbing Curtis and Alisha in a tight hug.

"Prick," Alisha muttered pushing off Nathan's arm and walking off. Curtis stared after her with a look before grumbling to himself and stomping off in the other direction.

"What up their asses?" I asked the others. Simon shrugged like he didn't know anything, but a feeling in my gut felt like he did. "So does this mean we're using Alisha's car or what?"