❝ 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗬 𝗙𝗔𝗨𝗟𝗧 ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 - 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛
Felicity Parker was an orphan. No, not the kind where she had to clean to get her freedom, but one where she could roam around and do...
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CHAPTER TWO i'm gonna stop you right there *NSFW*
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FELICITY LOVED WATCHING SOCCER. IT was considerably one of her most favorite past times whilst she was stuck at this school. Besides that, the team was actually pretty decent. Dirty, but decent. At least then the games would be exciting to watch.
Felicity held a book in her lap as she watched from the bleachers, seeing Joey, Phil, and Billy complete their usual lap around the school to begin their practice. Phil brought a bag full of soccer balls (with a can of orange spray paint buried inside of it), claiming that running with it would help him run better with "pressure." The three boys stopped themselves at the school's front sign that showed 'The Regis School', and the can of paint was passed over to Billy, who crossed out 'Regis' and above it wrote 'Rejects' in big letters. Joey was playing guard, and laughed lightly when he saw the police officer having trouble catching his stick; Ricardo thought of that to help the boys go forward with their plan.
Felicity shook her head and went back to reading her book.
Billy let a whistle pass through his lips, signalling that he had completed his small project. The three ran to where the rest of the soccer team was, and they continued throwing the beater around in the air to taunt the poor police officer. Once the officer got a hold of the stick, he adjusted his cap and looked at Billy. "The dean's waiting for you guys back in your room," he spoke.
Billy rolled his eyes, "It's a pleasure knowing you," he muttered as he, Phil, and Joey ran back to the dorm. Felicity poked her head up and jumped up from the bleachers, gaining on the boys.
"You guys really did it this time," she lightly quipped. The four steadied their pace.
"Oh, graffiti is nothing-"
"It wasn't even graffiti, you crossed out a word and wrote another word," Felicity grumbled.
Billy smiled. "I knew I should've drawn a-"
"I'm gonna stop you right there."
Joey, Phil, Felicity and Billy made their way to the dorm, the girl staying back slightly, knowing that she wasn't exactly needed in the room at the current moment. She slid next to the door and heard the dean mentioning that there were a pair of US Marshals that needed to talk to Phil. "Me?" he asked with concern drawn all over his face. The dean didn't respond, but instead told the other boys to leave the room and to close the door behind them. They nodded obediently.
Joey motioned for Billy to lower his back so that he could stand on top of him and listen in on the conversation at hand. His goalie gloves were steadily placed on the rim of the window and his feet dug into the other's shoulder blade. "What's he saying?" Billy queried with a groan. Felicity bit her thumb out of habit.
