Jay
"Get out of the way, Runt," I snap, shoving him out of my way against the lockers. Carlos yelps in pain and I roll my eyes. Wimp. Then I frown when I see blood. How the heck? He sighs then half shrugs before walking off.
"You're bleeding, De Vil," I state. The injury seems pretty bad, it's bleeding fairly heavily. He just shrugs.
"Who cares?" he mutters, flatly.
"Um...you?" I reply. He scoffs.
"Why would I?" he snaps. I don't have an answer and just watch as he leaves. What just happened?
"What's wrong?" Mal asks from behind me, her and Evie arriving from pranking a teacher.
"Nothing," I say, shaking my head, still puzzled at how I pushed him hard enough to draw blood.
"Sure?" Evie asks. I nod deciding to not care what's going on with him. We're evil and evil people only care for themselves.
Carlos
I go to the bathroom and lock the door, pulling up my sleeve checking where it bled. I bite my lip when I see some of the fresher cuts on my arm reopened. I pull some bandage out and wrap it round, wincing slightly. I don't really care if I bleed to death but it would just prove to everyone how weak I am. If I'm going to die ,which I hope I will, it'll be on my own terms.
Short, I know, but the next one is quite a bit longer
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Descendants: Children Of The Isle
FanfictionLife on the Isle isn't easy. -Evie Queen has to deal with her mother's constant attempts to make her pretty accompanied with verbal abuse and insults. -Jay has been taught to steal from a young age and his father can go days without even noticing hi...
