The Purge | JuiceWrld

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Jarad Higgins

7:45 pm

Her face.

There was something about it, when I had my gun to her head. Something about her.

Normally I wouldn't care about anyone being scared or intimidated by me. Especially if they did something to me.

I mean she stole my wallet. With all my money in it.

I still spared her. She probably doesn't understand that.

Her face was full of terror. Wide eyes and trembling lips. She stared at me with a face I could easily read.

Her evidently hurt countenance, I was able to interpret the nature of her. Especially of how quick she switched up afterwards.

I was going to know who this girl was, even if it kills me.

"Earth to Jarad." She sassily said.

"What's up?"

"Gimmie that." She said, pointing at my hand that securely held my pistol.

"You know how to shoot?" I asked her.

"Duh, why would I ask for it." She said. I handed it to her.

It'd be real helpful if we both had a gun and not just one of us anyway.

She stuck her pierced tongue at me and laughed. "Haha I lied. I actually don't know how to work this."

"Aye bruh quit playing. Give it back, you could accidentally shoot me or yourself."

"No, I like it." She stroked it lovingly. This girl really was crazy, and it's so ironic that we're so alike in some ways.

"So I've been thinking..." She twirled the gun around her finger.

"What." I said, in an irked tone, since she doesn't want to give my gun back.

"In return of you not killing me, I'll let you ask one question you want to know about me. And I promise to answer it truthfully." She said.

"Okay," I pondered for a moment. "What's your name?"

"Classified." She said, turning back around, still playing with the gun in her hand.

"You said any question though." I reminded her.

"Any question but that one."

"Okay well then why won't you tell me your name?"

She walked backwards to face me. Though it was dim, I could still see her brown eyes look up as she thought of how to respond. "Let's just say I'm a criminal. If I were to tell you my name, then you could turn me in when this shits over."

I was surprised, but at the same time I wasn't. I could see why she was a criminal, but at the same time she didn't seem like a criminal.

"So you're like a well known criminal?"

"I said one question."

"You don't really seem like that though." I spoke my thoughts. She laughed.

"You don't know me at all." She said, turning back around. Right when she did that, someone came and grabbed at the bag she had on her arm. She dropped the gun in the process.

When the person came into view, he was clearly indecent. He was covered with brown spots and he had messy hair. He looked a older also.

"Get the fuck off!" She yelled, kicking him in the shin while maintaining her grip on her bag.