The High School Escapades!

Safety in Numbers

"Girl squad girl squad girl squad girl squad girl squad girl squad girl squad girl squad girl squad girl squad girl squad girl squad"

They literally would not stop chanting girl squad.

Like a fucking

Girl squad cult.

It was a cult now, and there were five members. Cindy, Tiffany, Rebecca, Penny, and Lily. Carla preferred not to join a cult.

Or maybe the guys squad was a cult too. Who knew, at this point?

"Alright girls, let's get (she pointed at Rebecca) your best friend and (she pointed at Lily) your brother back!" said Cindy, holding a fucking gun because she had a fucking gun.

She didn't mention his brother, of course, because why would she?

Felix was not prepared for this. For any of this. To go on some wild fucking "quest" or some shit to rescue the people who he, for one, doubted were still even alive.

He was still stressed out from a million other things, like how his dad betrayed him, or how he's expected to just go on with his work like his brother isn't fucking dead.

It was tiring, frustrating, and way. Too. Hard. To deal with.

To deal with any of this.

Ozzy was sitting next to him, trying to cheer him up or get him to eat some snacks or something, but what was the point?

Maybe when he starved to death he'd see his brother again.

There was something within him, a small flicker of hope that Ted was okay, but he pushed it away. Acknowledging it would mean all sorts of things that he couldn't deal with. It was better to just stick to the most likely option. It was what he knew how to do.

Groaning, and with a growing headache, he left the clubroom, and walked down the hall.

He wasn't sure where he was planning on going, but in hindsight, it really didn't matter, because...

"Hey, moneybags!"

He barely had time to turn around when he was grabbed by the tie and slammed against a locker.

Glaring at him and chuckling to themself was Jay, the edgy 19 year old who'd stabbed him about a month ago. Apparently they were back for more.

And apparently they brought some friends.

Looking around nervously, Felix could see at least 5 other teenagers behind them, including Buggs. His breath hitched.

Out of instinct he struggled, and got his head banged against the locker again. He whimpered. "What do you want with me?"

"You know what we want, rich boy."

He looked down. "But why me?"

Jay scoffed. "Oh, you think we haven't heard? We always knew you were pathetic. And weak. And couldn't possibly defend yourself even if you tried, which you never do. And now you don't even have a brother to help you."

He flinched. "H-how did you-"

"Find out?" they interrupted. "Being the principal's kid has it's perks, y'know." They laughed.

He glared at them, and they motioned to a girl behind them.

The girl nodded, and went to the locker beside the one Felix was pressed against. She twisted the lock, putting in the numbers. Clearly, this was her locker, and the group was either going to stuff him inside it, a typical bully move, or there was something inside that they needed.

He hoped it wouldn't be the latter.

His hope was denied, however, as she stared him down, reached into the locker, and pulled out a handgun.