Run Away Before It's Too Late
Save Your Breath
***************Kat's POV*****************
Oli drags me into the house with Johnnie screaming behind us, "Wait! Wait for me! Slow down!" I laugh quietly while I focus on not face planting on the ground. Oli leaves the door open because Johnnie's pretty far behind us. He drags me to the others. Jordan, Lee, Matt K., and Matt N. all look at Oliver with the same expression on their face: What the fuck?! I only shrug helplessly and beg them with my eyes to help me out. Lee takes pity on me.
"Oli? Why do you and Kat look like you just did a triathlon? " Lee asks with a quirked brow. Oli beams at him.
"Because, my dear Lee, I just found out our little Kat right here has talent and lots of it." I blush and look sharply up at Oliver.
"Like hell I do." I scoff. Oliver looks at me as if I'm insane. He proceeds to tell the others how "amazing" and "talented" I am. I roll my eyes at him. I know I won't be able to shut him the hell up. I wish I could but I cannot sadly.
"Is this true Kat? Have you been hiding your talent from us?" Lee asks. I snort.
"What talent?"
"It...it's true..." Johnnie huffs. The others look at him. Even I do. Poor Johnnie's face is redder than a firetruck and he's panting for air. I shake my head, amusement clear on my face, and get him a glace of ice water. I hand it to him and he nods in thanks as he gulps it all down. He lays on the cold, pristine white, tile floor and pants a little. I giggle and lay down on top of him. He makes a keening sound in his throat as he pushes me off him.
"Kat, can't you see I'm dying of lack of oxygen? Why the hell would you lay down on me?!" I chuckle.
"Because you can't breathe that fast. You'll start to hyperventilate. Not fun, trust me." Johnnie looks at me but doesn't say anything. He slows his breathing down. "Better," I say to him. He just smiles sarcastically.
"Interesting. We might have you fill in for one of us whenever we're sick if you're good enough." Jordan says. I smile sickly sweet at him while shooting him the bird. Asshole.
"Let's get started. And Jordan, stop being sch a bitch." I laugh at that.
Oli drags me into the house with Johnnie screaming behind us, "Wait! Wait for me! Slow down!" I laugh quietly while I focus on not face planting on the ground. Oli leaves the door open because Johnnie's pretty far behind us. He drags me to the others. Jordan, Lee, Matt K., and Matt N. all look at Oliver with the same expression on their face: What the fuck?! I only shrug helplessly and beg them with my eyes to help me out. Lee takes pity on me.
"Oli? Why do you and Kat look like you just did a triathlon? " Lee asks with a quirked brow. Oli beams at him.
"Because, my dear Lee, I just found out our little Kat right here has talent and lots of it." I blush and look sharply up at Oliver.
"Like hell I do." I scoff. Oliver looks at me as if I'm insane. He proceeds to tell the others how "amazing" and "talented" I am. I roll my eyes at him. I know I won't be able to shut him the hell up. I wish I could but I cannot sadly.
"Is this true Kat? Have you been hiding your talent from us?" Lee asks. I snort.
"What talent?"
"It...it's true..." Johnnie huffs. The others look at him. Even I do. Poor Johnnie's face is redder than a firetruck and he's panting for air. I shake my head, amusement clear on my face, and get him a glace of ice water. I hand it to him and he nods in thanks as he gulps it all down. He lays on the cold, pristine white, tile floor and pants a little. I giggle and lay down on top of him. He makes a keening sound in his throat as he pushes me off him.
"Kat, can't you see I'm dying of lack of oxygen? Why the hell would you lay down on me?!" I chuckle.
"Because you can't breathe that fast. You'll start to hyperventilate. Not fun, trust me." Johnnie looks at me but doesn't say anything. He slows his breathing down. "Better," I say to him. He just smiles sarcastically.
"Interesting. We might have you fill in for one of us whenever we're sick if you're good enough." Jordan says. I smile sickly sweet at him while shooting him the bird. Asshole.
"Let's get started. And Jordan, stop being sch a bitch." I laugh at that.
Notes
I really hate people in general right now. I'm seriously thinking about beating the fuck out of my sister.
So what if you're "crazy". We're all "crazy" in our own way. Hell I'm even a little "crazy". Being "crazy" just means you're limited edition and not a washing machine. People need to think before they speak and open their minds before their mouths. Show them how it feels to be treated the way they treat you. Kick their a$$ a little.
One of my ex-friends went to a place that's a little similar to the place you went.
If you ever need to talk, I'm here to listen :)
8/17/16