rowan | g.d

"Code fucking red Joey, Toddy called hes in trouble"

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[Rowans POV]

Would it be bad if killed Carson? For the last twenty four hours he has been up my ass nonstop. Every since I came home he won't leave me the fuck alone.

"Carson." I scolded "leave me the fuck alone." I glared over my shoulder.

"No can do sissy, mom said to keep an eye on your ass. So no, deal with my extraordinary presence." He smirked following me up the stairs.

I groaned stomping into my room. I'm genuinely considering cutting his balls of. "Fifty bucks."

He narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously "fifty bucks?" He repeated.

I nodded "yes, I'll give you fifty bucks to leave me alone for at least today." He crosses his arms looking up as if he was thinking.

His smirk evident on his lips, he nodded "deal, hand it over big foot." He put his hand out motioning for me to give him the cash.

I glare at him for the nick name, but I reached into my back pocket pulling out two crumbled up twenty's and a ten. I smacked the cash on his palm and he skipped out my room waving the money around.

Dumb fuck.

I had just gotten home from school not to long ago and since this fucking morning Carson's been a big groin in my ass. Every time we would have a four minute break to switch classes he would come barreling down the hallway screaming my name. Me and Grayson would run at first but after lunch we gave up because Carson's pertinence is admirable.

Today was my first day back after my whole I-left-home-because-daddy-wants-me-dead situation. Ren was at school, she looks drained. Not the bubbly blonde I'm used to, she sent me apologetic looks all day. I couldn't even look at her without feeling my blood rush and my veins burn in anger. If Grayson wasn't there I would've taught her another fucking lesson.

I plop down onto my bed getting ready to do two days worth of homework. Sighing I open up my science textbook getting ready to not understand a god damn thing. I could call Grayson... no I need to do this in my own, or do I? 

Fuck this shit. I don't need to understand the body of a freaking frog when I'm older.

I scrunch my eyebrows hearing a buzzing sound coming from my nightstand. Peering over, my phone screen is flashing with an unknown number. Curiousness completely takes over—reaching over I snatch my phone peering down at the unknown number. Shrugging I click accept pulling the phone up to my ear.

"Hello." I call out flicking through my textbook.

"Rowan...is-is this you." I furrow my eyebrows stopping all my actions.

"Who's this." I ask suspiciously.

"Rowan, I need you to He-help me." The person crocks out followed by a heavy cough. I cringe at the straining sound of this person cough. It's definitely a guy, but who?

"Tell me your name." I demand.

"It's T-Toddy, Rowan's please help me. I'm at the Wareho-" the phone beeps. I pull the phone from my ear seeing the call ended. It's Toddy, fuck.