Fatal Attraction

Gimme an 'O'

Greenwood slams on the brakes, stopping the truck in front of the bus. Aaron and Greenwood open both doors, holding both for everyone to come out. I get out on Aaron's side, taking his hand to guide me down the steps. I walk, calmly, to the truck, following behind the giddy Ginger. He twirls around, landing in front of the bus door, and taps on it with the gun, gesturing the driver to open the door. I stop behind Jerome, watching in amusement, as the driver scarcely opens the door, quivering in fear. Jerome finds his whimpering and yelling of pleas annoying, causing him to shoot him. Letting him fall out of the seat, and land on the floor behind Jerome. I groan at the mess, grabbing him by the collar, dragging him off the bus. I look at Arnold and Greenwood, "Don't just stand there, cuff'em up, boys." I commanded. Greenwood growls, but does as told, running on the bus, helping Arnold. I turn to Aaron, "Would you grab the nozzle for me, big guy?" I asked more kindly. He smiled widely, turning to fetch the hose. Greenwood and Arnold come down from the bus, finished with their task. "Go help Aaron prep the truck." I instruct both boys. I hear the girls scream in terror as Jerome makes his way down the isle. I walk on the bus, standing in the opening of the isle. "Now, I want you all to know, this was a very difficult decision for us. It was between a elderly bingo night or a group of teenagers." He pauses for a moment, holding his gun up, and turns around facing me. "In the end, we decided to spew a little younger. Youth won the day. Sorry." He walks towards me, smiling wide as ever. He leaves two inches between our bodies, leaning down to my ear. "Are you having fun, Kitten?" He growls in my ear. "More than you'll ever know, Boss." I reply cheerfully. I look to outside, seeing Aaron holding the nozzle, patiently waiting for his cue. Jerome spun around. "Give me an 'O'!" Jerome yells. But the girls just continue crying. I grow annoyed, aiming my gun to the ceiling, shooting it. "He said, give him an 'O'." I growl loudly. Jerome smiles at me, as the girls give a wail of an 'O'. "Give me a 'N'." The girls done so, sorrowfully. "Give me another 'O'!" They complied. Jerome grabs the nozzle. "What's that spell?" Saying with the girls, simultaneously, spraying everywhere. "O NO!" Jerome laughs, spraying every student in the bus, including the ceiling and windows. I grin proudly, watching as my favorite ginger signs each of the girls' death warrants. I grow myself grow hotter by the moment. I get off the bus, Jerome following right after.

Jerome takes out his lighter and jumps giddily "Ready? Ok!" He brings down the lighter and begins to attempt to light it up, but the lighter failed to work. "Well this is embarrassing. Anyone got a light?" He asks, looking into the bus. "I do!" Arnold said, happily. I begin to hear sirens approaching, rapidly. My eyes following the cars stop right in front of us. The guys start to panic, not knowing what to do. "Stand your ground boys, they can't shoot at a bus." Jerome yells. "Kitten, get in the truck. They can't know you're with us, remember?" I grunt in frustration, not wanting to leave him. But I nod in compliance, running as fast as I can to the truck. I hear gun shots behind me, hitting the cop cars. I jump inside the truck, looking outside the window, watching their little showdown. "Greenwood, Aaron get to the truck. We're gonna blow this barbecue." He commands. Jerome runs out of bullets. He drops his gun, twirling it on his finger. "Light'em up" He yells for Arnold to continue. He runs to the truck, grabbing the nozzle in the process, continuously spraying the bus as he runs. He hopes on the truck, giving the sign to leave, leaning Arnold to light the bus. The truck leaves and rushes to our hidden SUV.
Once the truck comes to a halt, we all hop out, and head to the SUV. I wait for Jerome to be at my side half way to the SUV. "That was fun, kitten." He said, blankly. He wraps his arm around my waist as we continue to walk. I stop , look at him. "What's up, doll? Why ya stopping?" I grab his arm and pull him to me, aggressively. I caress his face with my hand, looking at him in awe. "Hey lovebirds, no time for a romantic encounter, we gotta go!" Yells greenwood. I smile at Jerome and continue to walk to the car, leaving Jerome confused.
On the drive back, I notice Jerome stealing glances every so often. I decided to break the silence. "You think they saw me?" I glance at Jerome, waiting for him to respond. "Probably not." I nod, accepting his short reply. The rest of the ride was quiet, besides Greenwood saying how he was going to eat the girls, or whatever. We finally make it back to the building. I go straight inside, heading to my room. I hear footsteps behind me, knowing full well who it was, I stop by the door, ready to close it. I see Jerome walk in, staring right at me in annoyance. I close the door right behind him, giving him the same face. "What's with the silence, Kitten? You weren't even flirting in the car." He states. I don't answer, just stare, walking closer to him. "Are you mad I sent you back to the truck?" He asks, trying to get me to talk. I stop in front of him, looking him in the eye. "Shut up, and take your clothes off. We're continuing what we started." His faced changed to amusement. "We have to talk to the big boss man, remember?" I push him to the bed and have him sit down. "I don't care. He can wait. But I don't want to wait anymore." I state frustrated. Jerome chuckles. "I'm liking this aggressive Erin. She should come out more often." He states, taking off his shirt. I turn around, walk to the door and locking it. "Don't want to be interrupted again." I say, walking towards him. I take off my shirt, watching his expression change from amusement to lust in an instant. "Even though this is my first time, I've never wanted some thing so much in my life. Every time I look at you, I get so frustrated." I say, sliding off my pants and stepping out of them. I feel his eyes glancing at each part of my body. I suddenly feel self conscious as his eyes fall on my injury. Jerome takes notice, "you're beautiful, kitten." I smile at him, feeling reassured. I walk up to him, sitting down on his lap, straddling him. His hands lay on my waist, his eyes make their way to mine, with a wide smile right below.