Chapter 41

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I wasn't surprised when I heard JD knocking on the window. but it did make me jump. I had been absorbed in my thinking. I walked over and opened the window without saying a word.

"greetings and salutations...everything alright?" he asked. I sat on my bed. He took off his trench coat, hanging it on my desk chair before coming to sit beside me. I decided to focus on him for a moment. His hair looked amazing like usual. He was wearing a grey shirt with a light blue flannel, the cuffs of which he was rolling up his arms. He was wearing denim pants and his usual boots. "hey, something wrong?" he asks. I look up at him. I felt better, calmer, but the raging fire of anger had fuel enough to last.

"I'm just angry at Kurt and Ram" I explained. he waited for me to continue. "I mean, first they took me and Heather on that shitty date, then Kurt told the school something about a sword fight in my mouth, don't tell me what it means, I've already got a pretty good idea. Veronica and the Heathers didn't bother to tell me about it. Then the way Martha was treated at the party. And they beat you up" I ranted. "I could kill them". I said. I meant it. although my conscience wouldn't let me do it really.

"do you want to?" he asked. He had a look in his eyes. He meant it.

"JD, we can't actually kill them" I said.

"why not? all Ram and Kurt have to give this world is date rape and aides jokes. They deserve it" JD says. I couldn't entirely disagree. There were plenty of people who hated the duo. But was it really the right thing?

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