"Don't touch my shit, don't even look at my shit. Don't even breathe around me because don't nobody wanna smell yo' fuckin' breath." I scrunched my face up. "First of all, your shit is whack. Second of all, your breath is way worse than mine, so that so-called rule should be from me to you." He stood up from his bed before shoving me out of his room. "I don't give a fuck what you say. Just stay the fuck out my way." He slammed the door before I could say anything back. I angrily socked his door before storming down the hall to my room. I already hate it here.

"Mr. Onfroy, we can get caught. You can get in troub-" Germany rambled as Jahseh cut her off putting a finger on her lips. "We won't."