The Evil. (A Shoey Fanfic)

Chapter 7~No Means No.

Amy's POV~

We all stand in silence for a few minutes. Jake and Shane don't even attempt to get from under the table. I eventually break the silence.

"What just happened?" I ask, still in complete shock.

"I don't know, but I do know that was hella creepy." Connor comments.

Everyone nods. It's silent for a minute again.

"So, what're we gonna do?" Lisa asks.

"I know what we aren't gonna do. We aren't giving up Shane and Jake. Novim Imserius or whatever can suck it." Luke answers.

"Did you even listen, Luke?! They said they'd send 200 newborns and 100 werewolves! How are we gonna survive that?!" Ricky exclaims.

"We just need to think of a plan, alright?" Luke says.

"Can't we just call Andrew?" I question.

"Nope. Andrew doesn't have a phone." Grace answers.

That's fucking convenient isn't it?, I think

"Can't we just go?" A trembling voice says.

We turn around and see Shane and Jake standing there. Both of them are shaking a little. It was obviously Shane that said that.

"Shane and I are willing to do it, so as soon as we get the letter, we'll go." Jake adds.

Right then, a envelope with a red wax appears on the table. Joey is closest to the table, so he grabs it. He carefully rips the envelope open and pulls out the letter. He reads it with a trembling hand and quickly stuffs it in his pocket.

"Where is it, Joey?" Shane questions.

"You aren't going." Joey replies.

"Joey, if you love me let me go." Shane says sternly.

"You. Are. Not. Going." Joey practically commands.

"I'm a grown ass man and I can do whatever I want! Jake and I are going!" Shane argues.

"Not when you're my grown ass man you're not!" Joey yells.

"Then I'm not! I'm leaving and we're over!" Shane screams and runs out.

We all just stand there shocked. I snap out if it first and run after Shane. I run at mortal speed so I don't seem too aggressive. I catch up eventually and grab his wrist.

"Let go, Amy." He says.

"No, Shane. You can't leave and what's the point? You don't know where we are or where to go." I reason with him.

"Let us go, Am. It's for the best interest of everyone here." Jake adds, walking up to Shane and I.

"No. You two are staying here. No arguments." Joey demands, following Jake.

"Jo-Jo, please." Shane says, making a puppy dog face at Joey.

I even falter at that. No, Amy! Stop!, I scold myself. Joey doesn't falter at all.

"No. It's final." Joey says, looking 500% done with this shit.

"Joseph Michael Graceffa, you are not my father and I will not stand here and be told what to do by yourself. I'm leaving and their is nothing you can do." Shane snaps.

Joey tackles Shane. Everyone gasps behind us.

"I'm doing this because I love you." Joey says and presses down on a spot on Shane's neck and he goes limp.

Everyone gasps and either says, "Joey!!" or "Shane?!".

"He's fine. I just used a pressure point my dad taught me for self defense once." Joey explains, standing up and effortlessly throwing Shane over his shoulder.

Everyone just stares at each other wide eyed as Joey walks away, holding Shane. Everyone except Jake.

"What the fuck was that?!" Jake yells, making Joey turn around.

"Do you have a problem?" Joey questions.

"Yeah, I have a motherfucking problem! You can't just fucking do that! You don't own Shane, so stop acting like you do!" Jake screams, his red face almost matching his fiery red hair. He continues his fit, "Shane and I were leaving to risk our ass's to save yours and you do this! I want my best friend to be safe but you fucking ruined it! And Shane said it himself, you two are done!"

In the blink of an eye, Shane was laying on the grass and Joey was right up in Jake's face. I was petrified. Joey looked like he could suck Jake's blood supply dry, any second.

Then I suddenly saw a glad hand Sawyer was pinning Joey to the ground.

"Dude, you need to get your shit together. Calm down." Sawyer said calmly.

I love how Sawyer can take charge. And the fact he just probably saved my best friend's life too. And how good he looks without a shirt on-woah, woah.....woah. I need to calm my thirsty self down.

"Whatever." Joey says, throwing Sawyer off him, grabbing Shane and running back to the house.

(Hello, everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Comment, vote, share or follow me if you did!

And I know, this chapter isn't very good. Just know I'm trying my best but this is getting harder and harder. I dunno why.

Anyways....may the odds be ever in your favor, goodbye!)