Chapter8-
"WHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!"
it was mush. Running out from the bathroom, wailing and clutching at his hair, he collided with a drowsy, half-asleep pagan. Panic stricken, he grabbed her shoulders, unaware that he had crashed into her quite violently, thus jarring her awake in a most unpleasant manner. "helpmehelpmehelpmeeee!"
"the f-?" confused, with the sleep forced out of her in the worst way, she blinked back at mush, whose fingers were digging into her arms painfully.
"it's a plague!" the boy screamed.
Jack had come up behind the two of them. "what's goin' on heah? Mush?"
"jack!" mush cried, releasing pagan and moving towards jack, throwing his arms around him, sobbing. Taken aback by the sudden action, jack reached up to the back of his neck to free himself from mush's death grip. "whatevah youse got, ise got too!" he cried. "look!"
and true enough, all over mush's chest and neck were kiss marks identical to skittery's and jack's. jack's confused expression was replaced by that of triumph, as if to say to pagan "I told you so!" it was unspoken , but powerful, and he expected her to concede and apologize for being such a bitch any second now. He wouldn't let her off that easy though, and he thought of making her suffer until bedtime.
The apology jack was expecting did not come. Instead, pagan gave an indignant "tuh!", rolled her eyes and pushed her way past both boys.
Glowering, jack got dressed. Pagan was really dragging out the argument as far as it would go. More than 24 hours had passed since the hickeys were discovered but she was still refusing to talk to jack. Mush's newly acquired "affliction" did nothing to change her stubborn mind. One would think that with the evidence at hand, pagan would realize she was wrong and jack was right, but all it did was make her all the more suspicious. It was bad enough that she was furious at him, and he didn't even do anything wrong, but the worst part about it was that she didn't really trust him to be telling the truth. Okay, so maybe the truth was a bit outlandish, but it was the truth nonetheless. If she couldn't give him the benefit of the doubt, where did that leave them?
"whatsa mattah? You look like hell," fourth lee said to pagan as they, together with profit and racetrack were having lunch at the noodle store. Pagan shook her head miserably. She didn't feel like talking to anyone, with any boy just yet. Fourth turned to racetrack. "what's up wit' her?"
"she and jack had a fight," racetrack explained, since he was sure they wouldn't be able to get it out of pagan. Lowering his voice ( as if pagan couldn't hear if he did this ), he briefly explained why. Profit's eyes grew wide and fourth looked over to pagan in concern.
"lemme talk tah her," fourth said. "I think I know what's goin' on." Before anyone could react to this, a rather large stone had crashed through the window behind him, followed by several shouts. Fourth jumped, then ducked, urging everyone to get under the table. More stones and bricks were hurled through the shop. Pandemonium seemed to be breaking out in the streets.
Fourth and profit began talking to each other rapidly. Race raised his eyebrows questioningly at pagan, but she shook her head, mouthing, "I don't understand..."
The attack was over as quickly as it started, but to race, it felt like they would be hiding under the table forever.
Fourth's uncle came over to them, gesturing wildly. The lee brothers emerged from under the table, shaken, but unharmed. Fourth shook out the glass shards from his hair as he and his brother talked at once. Fourth turned to race and pagan. "are you okay?" he asked them.
"think so," race said.
"let's go to the back," profit said, looking outside. " it might not be safe here."
Fourth's uncle was apologizing to everyone in the shop, who were still hiding underneath their own tables. Shakily, they all filed out, luckily without any scratches.
"should we go?" pagan asked. Fourth's uncle was looking at her and race like it had been their fault his restaurant was attacked.
Profit shook his head. "it would be safer if you guys stayed here with us," he said.
"why?" pagan asked.
"Looks like the triad is back in business," fourth said grimly.
"WHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!"
it was mush. Running out from the bathroom, wailing and clutching at his hair, he collided with a drowsy, half-asleep pagan. Panic stricken, he grabbed her shoulders, unaware that he had crashed into her quite violently, thus jarring her awake in a most unpleasant manner. "helpmehelpmehelpmeeee!"
"the f-?" confused, with the sleep forced out of her in the worst way, she blinked back at mush, whose fingers were digging into her arms painfully.
"it's a plague!" the boy screamed.
Jack had come up behind the two of them. "what's goin' on heah? Mush?"
"jack!" mush cried, releasing pagan and moving towards jack, throwing his arms around him, sobbing. Taken aback by the sudden action, jack reached up to the back of his neck to free himself from mush's death grip. "whatevah youse got, ise got too!" he cried. "look!"
and true enough, all over mush's chest and neck were kiss marks identical to skittery's and jack's. jack's confused expression was replaced by that of triumph, as if to say to pagan "I told you so!" it was unspoken , but powerful, and he expected her to concede and apologize for being such a bitch any second now. He wouldn't let her off that easy though, and he thought of making her suffer until bedtime.
The apology jack was expecting did not come. Instead, pagan gave an indignant "tuh!", rolled her eyes and pushed her way past both boys.
Glowering, jack got dressed. Pagan was really dragging out the argument as far as it would go. More than 24 hours had passed since the hickeys were discovered but she was still refusing to talk to jack. Mush's newly acquired "affliction" did nothing to change her stubborn mind. One would think that with the evidence at hand, pagan would realize she was wrong and jack was right, but all it did was make her all the more suspicious. It was bad enough that she was furious at him, and he didn't even do anything wrong, but the worst part about it was that she didn't really trust him to be telling the truth. Okay, so maybe the truth was a bit outlandish, but it was the truth nonetheless. If she couldn't give him the benefit of the doubt, where did that leave them?
"whatsa mattah? You look like hell," fourth lee said to pagan as they, together with profit and racetrack were having lunch at the noodle store. Pagan shook her head miserably. She didn't feel like talking to anyone, with any boy just yet. Fourth turned to racetrack. "what's up wit' her?"
"she and jack had a fight," racetrack explained, since he was sure they wouldn't be able to get it out of pagan. Lowering his voice ( as if pagan couldn't hear if he did this ), he briefly explained why. Profit's eyes grew wide and fourth looked over to pagan in concern.
"lemme talk tah her," fourth said. "I think I know what's goin' on." Before anyone could react to this, a rather large stone had crashed through the window behind him, followed by several shouts. Fourth jumped, then ducked, urging everyone to get under the table. More stones and bricks were hurled through the shop. Pandemonium seemed to be breaking out in the streets.
Fourth and profit began talking to each other rapidly. Race raised his eyebrows questioningly at pagan, but she shook her head, mouthing, "I don't understand..."
The attack was over as quickly as it started, but to race, it felt like they would be hiding under the table forever.
Fourth's uncle came over to them, gesturing wildly. The lee brothers emerged from under the table, shaken, but unharmed. Fourth shook out the glass shards from his hair as he and his brother talked at once. Fourth turned to race and pagan. "are you okay?" he asked them.
"think so," race said.
"let's go to the back," profit said, looking outside. " it might not be safe here."
Fourth's uncle was apologizing to everyone in the shop, who were still hiding underneath their own tables. Shakily, they all filed out, luckily without any scratches.
"should we go?" pagan asked. Fourth's uncle was looking at her and race like it had been their fault his restaurant was attacked.
Profit shook his head. "it would be safer if you guys stayed here with us," he said.
"why?" pagan asked.
"Looks like the triad is back in business," fourth said grimly.