Jayfeather And Stick Novels & Stories

"Lucky for me, I'm a fun person." ~~~ "...It's like I just single-handedly annihilated, You know every rap bitch in da building like like I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewenski, Nicki Da Ninja, Nicki Da Boss, Nicki the Harajuku Barbie. Like, I mean I don't even know why you girls even bother at this point..." Cara stops rapping after a second of realizing the music has stopped. She turns to see Xander holding the remote with a big frown on his face.

I nod, my tears spilling over as I hold onto her. “I’ll be careful, I promise. And I’ll come home, no matter what happens." “Good. Take this," she says as she pulls away and hands me a can of pepper spray. “For any creepy stalker you may encounter." I smile as I tuck it into my bag. “I know I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again. Please be careful out there, okay?" She says, her eyes glistening with mushed tears. “And don’t forget to call me as soon as you can. I’ll be waiting to hear from you."

“Okay” ******************* As we approached our lockers a guy walked towards us, I recognized him as the quarterback, his name was Shane. He and Cara dated for a while last year and he still tried all he could to get back together with her. Cara on the other hand had moved on but it didn’t stop her from letting him think he had a chance with her. He shoved his wavy hair back away from his face and smiled. “Hi Cara” She looked away from her locker and glanced at him for a hot second.

I stretched my neck a little to see the screen and fear grips me as I do so. Caller ID: Danny❤

That, gets her to scurry out faster than I'd ever seen move since we met, and though I'm grateful for his intervention, I can't help but say, "I am not your property." He pouts and tilts his head. "Are you sure? Because I think if I ask Scar nicely, she'll let me ride you once in a while. When she's tired of your big cock, of course." Irritation and disgust fill me, but at the same time, I can't help feeling glad that he's here. Miguel is a menace to society and the world at large but he's the only one that doesn't seem to be affected by the changes going on, and the familiarity I feel with him makes me feel calmer. "Stop being such a whore."

We were both on our backs. I scrambled to get up, but he shoved the stick to my throat. "Stay down, or I'll have your throat ripped out." Easy enough. I froze. Vivid still stood there. Shaking. At least she was safe from the stick. Mr. Big Stick turned his attention to her, leaning in, sniffing her hair. I felt rage boiling in my veins, shifting to get in again. Mr. Big Stick growled and swung the stick to hit me in the leg. "I said stay down."

If the situation hadn't been so bizarre, Cat would have been happy for him. Jayce started suddenly and jerked into a sitting position. He looked around the room with a hunted expression, his eyes searching the windows. "Which stick is that?" "What? You…" “Which stick is that? You're welcome! “Pleadingly, he grabbed her shoulders and shook her a little, as if he could get an answer out of her. "Hey, it's okay!" She was sure to free herself from his grip, but didn't let go of his hands. “My apartment is on the first floor. You are safe. It's all OK."

She went too far to hurt me like this and she is happy seeing me getting embarrassed. Five guys from the squad enters and What Makes You Beautiful started playing on their background. They were flipping their hair, posing, and imitating Spitfire Strip. Oh my fucking god they're unbelievable! "Hi. I'm Jasper Brady. I suck at football but I still play for a team because I'm a famous Spitfire Strip!" "I'm Silas Cohen. I'm Irish and I act so cool because I'm in the band." "I'm Rowan Easton. I smoke marijuana and make a video of it because I'm the boss. Vas happenin?!"