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2. Apartment

Josh sat in his truck, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He was annoyed as hell.

Finally, the rusty door creaked open and slammed shut as someone got in. "Took ya fuckin' long enough."

"Fuck off," the girl mumbled, her blonde hair in a pony tail. "My mom had some puke over 'nd I had to wait until I heard the moaning to leave."

"Whatever," Josh rolled his eyes and put the old truck in drive, starting down one of the residential streets in Scarlettsville.

"What crawled up your ass 'nd died?" Ashley asked, resting her head on the dirty passenger side window, not even acknowledging the seatbelt.

"If ya wouldn'ta skipped to catch some shit from a dude you don' know then ya'd know I got the shit beat outta me this morning."

It seemed that just then was when Ashley noticed his now crooked nose (due to either it being broken or bruised— Josh didn't know) nose, black eye, and bruised jaw. "Josh..." she held our her hand, her finger rubbing gently across his jaw. Josh caught sight of her messily painted nail.

He scowled and yanked his head away. "Don't touch me," he mumbled.

Ashley sat back, knowing he usually acted like this. "Look, 'm sorry Frank beat the shit outta ya but it ain't my fault, 'k?"

"They've been waitin' on us," Josh sped past a stop sign, knowing this street was always empty at ten at night.

"Well we're on our way," Ashley replied in an obvious tone of voice.

Josh didn't respond, instead focusing on the road. His truck noisily rode down the street, making strange sounds every so often. Josh knew she wasn't going to break down though. She never did.

It was silent for a few minutes until the pink haired heard rustling. He glanced over and saw Ashley had opened a sucker, throwing the wrapper on the ground and placing the reddish pink candy between her lips. She noticed that Josh had seen her do that and looked at him. "Want some? It's strawberry," She asked, popping the sucker out of her mouth.

Josh sighed and a small smile overcame his face. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, still keeping his eyes on the road. Ashley set it in his mouth and he sucked on it for a second before he took it out and handed it back to her. "Thanks."

"No problem," she responded, sticking it back in her own mouth and twisting the stick between her fingers.

Josh drove for a few more minutes before pulling into the parking lot of an apartment complex. He had been here countless times before but he still couldn't help but feel his heart race excitedly in his chest. Turning off his car, he and Ashley got out and slammed the truck doors (it was the only way they'd actually close). He hit the lock button on his keys and they began walking into the building.

The two climbed the stairs up to the third floor and continued on down the hall until they reached apartment number 308. The last one on that floor. Not even knocking, Josh opened the door and walked right in.

"Holy shit, Josh," a voice breathed out. The mentioned looked over and saw his teacher and Brendon sitting on the couch, the younger had a blush coating his cheeks. "Why the hell don't ya knock?" Brendon asked, embarrassment radiating off of him.

"Never do," he waited for Ashley to walk in before shutting the door behind her. "I already knew you two were making out. Hey, Mr. Weekes."

"Why don'tcha just call 'im Dallon?" Brendon asked, crossing his legs so he sat "pretzel" style. "Callin' 'im Mr. Weekes is weird."

"'M sorry Brendon," Josh looked at him, sarcasm laced in his voice. "Not everyone 'as the pleasure of suckin' their math teacher's dick."

Brendon groaned and covered his face with his hands while Dallon just laughed. "How's your face feelin'?"

"Fuckin' horrible," Josh subconsciously rubbed his jaw.

Brendon looked up and almost just like with Ashley, he had just noticed his bruise painted face. "What the hell happened'ta ya?"

"Frank beat the shit outta 'im," Ashley stated, her sucker still in her mouth. "Again."

"What the fuck?" Brendon asked, wide eyed.

"I stopped him and sent him to the office in time. I mean he still got a few good hits in but I still sent his ass to the principal," Dallon explained, gesturing for Brendon lay against him.

"J, I don' get why you don' put that fucker in his place," Brendon sighed. "What I wouldn't do to be able to wrap my han's aroun' his neck and squeeze..." he muttered.

"No, Bren," Josh interrupted. "We can't be rash. We'll get caught."

"When's the last time we did shit?" Ashley asked.

Josh remained silent. She was right. They haven't done anything in a few weeks that would get them caught.

"Nothing tonight," Josh declared. "Can we jus' chill? 'M in a pissy mood."

"Why the fuck did you come over then?" Brendon asked. "I'm itchin' to do somethin'. We need to at least talk 'bout what we're doin' next."

Josh sighed and sat down on the chair in Dallon's living room. Ashley came over and perched herself on his lap, laying her legs over the arm of the chair and crossing them before leaning her head on Josh's shoulder. He pressed a light kiss to her forehead before looking at the couple across from. "Go ahead, Brendon. Ya wanted to talk 'bout this so badly."

The brunette froze and Josh smirked. He knew he wasn't smart enough to come up with a plan of his own. "Whatever we do," Dallon spoke. "We're in this together. No one is going down unless everyone is going down," he paused. "We've done this before and we haven't gotten caught. Let's not rush into anything. We have no reason to do anything right now."

"What 'bout Frank?" Ashley asked, pulling the now empty sucker stick from her mouth. "Why can't we mess with him?"

"No," Josh replied. "I wanna make 'im suffer. He ain't a one and done deal."

"I have someone we could get," Brendon spoke up.

"Who?" Dallon asked him.

Brendon just grinned. "You'll see."