I hate you !

Chapter 10

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Zack's POV

"I thought you said that the safety was on?!" Sam screams at Caleb.
"I did....I mean I thought it was......did I put it on?" Caleb thinks. "Blair?!" I call. She is laying on my shoulder with the dart in her neck. I pull it out and throw it away from us. "Oh my god, what did you idiots do?!" I growl, looking at Sam, Caleb, Owen and Jax. "Hey, I'm not an idiot." Jax says, his hands up in surrender. "Well then who shot the damn tranquilliser gun?" I ask. Everyone points to Caleb. "It was an accident, please don't kill me!" He drops to the floor and cries. "My god, why on earth am I friends with you people?" I mutter. "Because you love us." Caleb says, finished acting extra. "And you are stuck with us." Owen says. "And her." Jax says before walking out the door and running away. "Never liked that guy." I mutter.

My arms are still around Blair, she's sleeping but I almost had a heart attack that she was actually shot......with a tranquilliser dart but still shot. Well I guess there's only one thing I can do right now. Figure out how to get up from this uncomfortable position and then I'll see what to do with her after that. "Sam, Caleb and Owen, get your asses here right now and help me up." I say. They all run over to me and Sam holds Blair while Caleb and Owen pulls me up. God, why did she have to injure my ribs......couldn't she have injured me somewhere else?........actually, no, I'll stay with injured ribs. They put me on the couch to sit down on, my hand outstretched because of these damn handcuffs.

Sam lays Blair on the same couch that I'm on. I glare at him. "What? Do you want your hand to be pulled off?" He asks. I don't answer. My hand is very valuable. "Exactly." Sam says. "But, Sam that isn't the reason you put Blair on the same couch as hi-" Caleb is cut off because both Owen and Sam slap their hands over his mouth. They both glare at him. "Eww, Caleb, stop licking me!" Sam squeals. God help me. Sam and Owen remove their hands from Caleb's mouth.
"What time is it?" I ask. "8:45pm." Owen says. "Welp, I better get to bed." Caleb says walking away. "Dude, what did you do?" Owen asks. "What makes you think I did anything?" Caleb asks. "You never go to sleep this early." Owen says. "Well, I'm tired and I want to sleep." Caleb says running upstairs. "That little fucker!" Sam says in realisation, running after him.

"Well then, I better make sure they don't kill eachother." Owen says. "Wait." I stop him. "Yeah?" He asks. "Did Jax give you the keys or anything?" I ask. "Nope." He says quickly before running upstairs. I sigh and look at Blair. She's sleeping, her head on my leg and her arms around my foot. "Well then." I say. "This is extremely awkward." I try to remove her hand from my foot but she has a grip of steel. I sigh again and ponder on if I should leave her on my leg or try to wake her up and get her to move. But while I was thinking I must have fallen asleep because what happened next almost killed me. I hear someone shouting profanities at I don't know what and then I fall of the couch on my injured side. This causes me to shoot my eyes open and groan in pain. "What the fuck." I breath out holding on to my side for dear life.

"Oh my, are you ok?" Someone asks. My eyes wander and I finally found the source of the voice. "Ah, I see that you're up." I weakly say.
"Yes, I fell off the couch.....was I asleep?" Blair asks. "Yeah, Caleb hit you with a tranquilizer dart." I say. "Are you okay?" She asks. "Do I look ok to you?" I question. "No, but you do look like you need a slap." She says with a smug smile. She rolls her eyes and turns me on my back, then grabs on to my hand and...after many attempts of trying...she pulls me up. "Were you even helping?" She asks. "No." I honestly say. She glares at me. She goes to walk away from me but she doesn't reach far. "Did you forget about these stupid handcuffs your friend put on us?" I ask. "He's not my friend right now, and yes I did forget about them." She says.