Dangerous - Chapter 11: It's the PoPo
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Jason looked down at the mess on his floor with his head resting on his hands. Jeremy is in his bathroom, trying desperately to stop heaving, but to no avail.
"Hey, you good?" Jason is answered with another groan and then the sound of liquid hitting water. He defiantly wasn't good.
He sighs and stands up, going over to his wooden door and knocking.
"I know you don't feel good right now, but toughen up man. You're going to flood my toilet."
After a second of no response, a click sound emerges and then the door slowly opens.
"This is all your fault." Jeremy huffs, walking past Jason. He crosses his arms heatedly and replies,
"My fault? MY fault? Who's the one who wanted to fight me and take off my pants? Huh?"
"Whatever you asshole. I don't need you!" Jeremy slurs, sitting on the bed before continuing,
"I don't need anyone!"
The football player sighs and sits on the bed next to the drunken teenager. He folds his hands in front of him and leans forward, making sure he had Jeremy's wandering stare.
"Look man, just because it's hard for you now, doesn't mean that things won't shape up."
"Why in the hell are you talking to me like that? Stop acting all nice you piece of shit."
Jason rolls his eyes and tries again.
"I just want you to know that I know how you feel. I lost a friend before. Back in Freshman year I wasn't that popular and I'd got bullied a lot. My best friend Marco decided to leave my ass in the dirt and finally become friends with you in sophomore year."
"What are you talking about?" Jeremy inquires.
"Seriously? You don't remember him? Tall mexican guy? With a black mohawk and always wore dark clothes. He literally followed you around like a puppy in sophmore year."
He perks his head at Jason a blurred image of the teen came into his mind.
"Ah right! Wait what was his nickname again. Wait wait, Mooch!"
"Mooch? Why did you nickname him that?"
"The only reason your 'best friend' hung out with me was because of my money. So we called him Mooch, but that didn't stop him from sticking around until he got sent to that all boys school."
Jason relieves himself with the thought that Jeremy was actually having a decent conversation with him, but of course, that doesn't last long.
"I don't give a flip about your sob story. Why are you telling me this s**t?"
"Because I'm trying to tell you that I under-"
"No you don't!" Jeremy yells, grabbing the collar of Jason's shirt as his eyes widen.
"You will never understand the s**t I go through! No one will! That's why all you guys are transparent as glass!"
Glaring at him, he tries to remove himself from Jeremy, but that only makes his fist tighter.
Jason glowers and seethes,
"What in the hell do you want from me?"
Before knowing what he was doing, Jeremy closes the space in between Jason and himself, kissing the panicked boy on the mouth. Jason sputters and tries to back away, but he fails a few times until he pushes his fists against Jeremy's chest.
He finally pulls away, his face furiously crimson while Jason stares in shock at him.
"D-Did you just..." Jason stutters, his face turning a ghostly pale. A lot of illogical words is rushing in Jeremy's head at this moment, and he doesn't know where to begin. Maybe it has something to do with someone other than Roofie trying to sympathies with him. Sympathy? That's new.
Just then, a loud bang is heard from just outside of Jason's door and the floor seems to rattle.
What now? Did they set off a party bomb!? He thinks in his head. He runs towards the door as he hears another loud noise vibrate against the knob, which he turns and opens to find that everyone downstairs is in a frenzy. He breaks out in cold sweat as his heart beats increases.
"Oh my god." Jason breaths. He catches a guy by the wrist who is trying to run downstairs and yells,
"What happened!?"
"Don't know man! All I know is that I live down in the south and those weren't no regular blams! I'm getting the hell out of here!"
This can't be happening. He peers over the railing but can't really see the source of the problem what with all the scattering people.
"Natalie! Coldren!" He yells, hoping that they would hear him.
He goes down the velvet steps before running down the hallway. Someone grabs his arm from behind and he has to use all willpower from not freaking out.
"Coldren?"
"Yeah! Dude we gotta get out of here!"
"Why? What happened?"
He shakes his head as he breathily replies,
"Two people showed up with guns! They're still in the house! We have to leave!"
"Wait where's Natalie?" Jason asks in a panic.
"Don't worry, she's waiting in the car with Cookie."
"Wait, Jeremys also upstairs and he's drunk. I can't leave him here!" Another shot is heard from the basement, and people start to run from the underground room to the glass doors leading to outside.
Coldren looks back at him with guilt, but lets go of Jason's wrist.
"Just remember to stay safe." He frets. Jason nods and runs back upstairs and sees Jeremy spread out over the sheets, his stomach exposed.
The hatred and confusion the football player had felt a while ago had all went out the window. In its place was the idea of survival.
"Come on man, get up!" He groans as Jason pulls him upward.
"No leave me alone shithead! Don't touch me." He slurs. Another shot is heard from downstairs and his stomach knots together. This time it was way closer to the stairs. They didn't have a lot of time.
"Jeremy get up! We can fight later. There isn't time for this!" With one forceful pull, he's able to get Jeremy up and put his arm around his shoulder.
They stagger downstairs into the living room, seeing that the few people left were barging out the door.
Jason sees the shadow of a gun on the far corner of the wall, but he couldn't see the person holding on to it. It's pointing at them.
"Get down!" Jason yells as he falls to the floor and pulls Jeremy down with him.
Pieces of glass spray all over Jason's back as the transparent doors in front of them shatter.
As blue and red lights flash outside and the sound of a siren emerges, Jason can somewhat here the two intruders talking.
"Oh s**t man! It's the PoPo, we gotta get outta here!"
"You don't think I know that you piece of s**t? Come on! Through the back!"
Jason is in shock as Jeremy groans next to him. What in the hell just happened?
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