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Chapter Nine- I Wanna Kick Your Teeth In

Jayden had never had people look at her. She'd never felt the sensation of dozens of pairs of eyes settling on her before. But now, strolling through the campus with Shelley and the girls, decked out in her new clothes and her make-up and her hair extensions, all eyes were on her. On all of them.

Most of them male eyes, which was a first as well. Jayden squirmed a little under the gazes; she wasn't sure that she liked this at all.

"Wow," breathed out Natalie. "So this is what it feels like to not be invisible."

"Apparently so," said Jayden. "I don't think I like this. People are staring at my ass! My skirt is too short, isn't it?!"

"You look fine, Jayd. We weren't exactly invisible before, anyway," said Harmony. "Just the anti-hot."

"Check out Joanne!" Natalie exclaimed, looking round Jayden at the girl decked out her newly blinged-up spinal brace. "I really like what you've done with the Bedazzler."

Joanne smiled. "Thank you."

"It looks awesome," agreed Jayden. "Maybe I'll borrow it for my retainer."

"So what's next, Shelley?" Joanne asked their house-mother.

"I want all the fraternities to see how hot you guys are!" Shelley replied enthusiastically. "Kinda like a coming-out party! So, we are gonna take some pictures!"

"We are not posing for Playboy!" scoffed Mona.

"No, in a calendar!" Shelley told us. "'The Girls of Zeta!' Everyone will see the new you, and selling the calendars will help us raise money for our phil-an-coppopopy!"

Joanne's phone suddenly bleeted. "Hey you guys, Lilly just texted me," she said. "She says, we look hot, and, this is fun."

"This is so not my definition of fun," Jayden mumbled, looking awkwardly at the ground.

Something else that wasn't her definition of fun was getting ready for their calendar shoot. While she really appreciated what Shelley was doing for them, she felt so overexposed. She had never, ever been comfortable with her appearance, and parading around campus dressed, in Jayden's opinion, like a hooker really was not helping her confidence at all.

But here she stood, dressed like a sexy bunny rabbit, turning and pouting and smiling in front of a garden backdrop for the April calendar shot. Natalie was behind the camera, trying to psych Jayden up, telling her it was okay and how hot she looked, but the truth was she just felt cheap.

She tried smiling again, tried to pout, tried to look seductive, but all the power to fake it had drained out of her. She'd never felt so paranoid about herself before. Abruptly, she stopped all her posing and just drooped slightly, dithering there in the middle of the room.

"Come on, Jayden," Natalie twittered, clicking the camera. "You look smokin'! It's like you're on fire! Well, not literally because then the alarms would be going off and we'd have to go through all the fire procedure…"

"Natalie!" Jayden interrupted. "Can you…can you not? I feel stupid enough in this outfit as it is."

"No, no, no! Jayden!" That was Shelley, hurrying into the room, looking concerned. "You don't look stupid! You look amazing! You look like a Playboy bunny!"

"I don't want to look like a Playboy bunny!" Jayden grumbled. "I hate this! I feel like a prostitute!"

"Jayden!" gasped Natalie.

"What? I do! I can't cope showing off so much skin! I can't do it anymore! I can't!" Jayden reached up and tore the satin rabbit ears off her head, dropping them to the floor. "I just feel so uncomfortable! I'd rather just go back to being invisible all the time than have all these dirty little boys staring at me because they can see my ass hanging out of the bottom of my shorts!"

And with that, she pushed her way passed Natalie and Shelley and stormed up the stairs. A few moments later, they heard her bedroom door slam shut.

-The House Bunny, 2008

The three of us crashed down on the basement floor, landing on our asses with debris collapsing around us. Pain exploded up my spine as I cracked down on my back with a cry.

"You guys okay?!" came James' frightened yell, and he and Craig appeared at the mouth of the hole.

"Oh, fuck me!" I groaned, rolling on to my front. "I think I just broke my ass bone."

"Yeah? Well I think I broke my ass in half," moaned Seth. Jay was just lying there, groaning in the background.

"Shit, they got through!" James called, and Danny appeared too.

"You guys fucking did it!" he said appraisingly at the same time James exclaimed, "Oh my God!"

"Fuck, did that hurt?" asked Craig.

"Oh, no. We're right as fucking rain," I said sardonically. "I only might have a busted spine!"

"Yes, it fucking hurt!" spat Seth.

"I loosened this up for you," said Danny. "I'll have you know."

"Danny, do not start that shit with me or I'll come up there and drop-kick you in the mouth!" I warned, glaring up at him.

"Okay, just shut up!" said Seth as the three of us stood up and dusted ourselves down, cracked our backs and whatnot. "It's fucking dark down here…"

"Hold on, hold on!" piped up Craig, and he started rummaging around in his pockets. He pulled something out and handed it down to us, Seth taking whatever it was from him.

"Nice!" said James. The thing in Seth's hand lit up, shining directly in Jay's face.

"What is this?" I asked, frowning at the brown fabric thing.

"That's Terrence Peterson," Craig replied. "My monkey flashlight keychain."

"Monkey flashlight keychain?" repeated Seth, and Craig nodded. "What's his name?"

"Terrence Peterson," Craig answered proudly.

"You see it, Seth?" James asked in reference to the water, the reason we were underground in the first place.

"No," Seth replied, shining the monkey around the space we were in. "Are you sure it's even down here?"

"Er…" James thought for a second. "Not sure."

"NOT SURE?!" I yelled. "Are you fucking kidding me, Franco?! If we've gone through all this effort and there is no water down here, I'm killing you so we can drink your blood! Capiche?!"

"Chill out, Kenzie," he said, rolling his eyes. "There's like a fucking ninety percent chance of water being there."

"Hey, is there any weird shit down here?" asked Jay as the three of us began to move further into the basement.

"Nah, it's where I keep all my stuff from my old movies," James answered. "Costumes, props."

Seth was right; even with Terrence Peterson the Monkey Flashlight Keychain, it was fucking dark down here. Wherever the torch beam didn't hit, it was just pitch black. It was also freaking cold, too. As we shone the light around, we came across a promo poster for Pineapple Express, some more baseball bats and the fake severed arm from 127 Hours.

Then Seth turned around, and the beam illuminated something big and man-shaped. The three of us shrieked, and Jay whacked the figure with his bat. That was when we realised it was just a fucking cardboard cut-out.

"What?!" shouted James.

"Is someone down there!?" Danny called.

"It's your fucking stupid cut-out from Spider-Man…" Seth thought for a second. "3! Jesus Christ."

"Urgh." I shivered. "I had nightmares for about a week after seeing your fucked-up face in that, Franco." I neglected to mention how I'd had to stop myself cheering in the cinema when Harry Osborn died. I'd never hated a comic movie character quite so much.

"Hey!" I said suddenly, pointing. "I think I've found it! Look!" Seth turned the light beam, and it illuminated two full ten-litre water bottles.

"There it is!" exclaimed Jay.

"Yes! Yeah!" cheered Seth.

"We fucking did it!" I cried. "Fuck yes!"

"What, did you find it?!" called James.

"YEAH!" Jay, Seth and I all shouted back, dancing around in a circle with the monkey light going all strobe-ish between us. We'd done it. We'd found the water. We were gonna live. We were gonna be okay.

James, Danny and Craig helped us and the bottles out of the hole. As soon as we were out, we were cheering and dancing and just generally starting to act sane again. James grabbed seven cocktail glasses and we all sat down around the dining table to a celebratory bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a gloriously full glass of water each.

"Water!" we toasted, clinking glasses and taking sips.

"That is so fucking good," praised Seth.

"The three heroes over here," commended James, gesturing at Seth, Jay and me. "Breaking through the floor."

The three of us pretended to act sheepish. "We did break through the floor," said Seth, high-fiving Jay, who turned and then high-fived me.

"Any of you guys would have done the same thing," said Jay.

"And I'm sure I'll regain the use of my spine soon," I said light-heartedly. "Just remember that: I gave up my health so you guys wouldn't die of dehydration."

"Oh man, that did fucking hurt," agreed Seth.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't shart again," commented Jay.

"I think I did," replied Seth, and I laughed.

"Definitely wouldn't surprise me, Rogen. Have you checked for fudge puddles?"

"Hey, what year is this?" joked Jonah, opening the ketchup and smelling it. "19…"

"That's a good…that's a good year," quipped Seth, and the rest of us began laughing until we saw that Danny had gotten out of his seat and was starting to pour another glass of water.

"Hey, hey! Yo, yo, yo!" we all shouted in protest. "Woah, woah!"

"What are you doing?!" demanded Seth.

"What am I doing?" Danny said innocently, and the water sloshed out of the bottle into his glasses, splashing over the sides. We all yelled out again. "I'm just pouring myself another glass of water to wash down that dry-ass Cinnamon Toast Crunch."

"That's very nice, but you can't just pour yourself another glass of water, man!" James exclaimed furiously. "Will you cut it out?!"

"One glass at dinner!" I shouted. "That's what we fucking said, McBride! One. Fucking. Glass."

"We agreed to one glass at dinner," Seth backed me up. "We voted on it, man!"

"Well man, I'm just getting sick and tired of all these fucking rules, man," retorted Danny. "You don't see me putting rules on you guys."

"You cannot have another glass of water!" James asserted.

"Jay weighs a hundred and fifty pounds less than me!" Danny pointed out. "Mack weighs even less! Why the fuck is it fair that they and I should drink the same amount of water? We should be dividing our rations based on our proportionate size."

"There's no need to start making all this personal, Danny!" I said heatedly.

"I don't want to come off as a diva here or anything," chipped in Jonah. "It's just that I think everyone should split everything equally."

"See?" I said, pointing at Jonah. "He knows what's up."

"I just think that everyone should have the fucking same," Danny imitated Jonah cruelly, taking on a camp, high-pitched tone. "I have a goddamn earring. Shut the fuck up, Jonah!"

"Hey!" I shouted angrily, standing up in my righteous indignation. "Don't fucking talk to him like that, you cunt-face, or I swear to God, you're gonna be missing an eyeball soon!"

"Mack, calm down!" James said, and Jay took my arm and forcibly made me sit back down. "You know what, Danny?" James continued. "If you weren't jizzing all the time, maybe you'd be more hydrated!"

"You're making me into a joker right now, Franco, and you are not gonna like the fucking punch line!" Danny warned him.

"No more jerking off, no more water!" James stated. "Just sit the fuck down!"

Danny appeared to actually back down. "Okay. I'm done. We're not gonna have any more water." But the next thing we knew, he'd turned and seized hold of the open water container, pouring it into his mouth and over his head.

The rest of us were up in a flash, wrestling with Danny and trying to get him to release the bottle. There was screaming; just so much screaming. The water was flying everywhere, drenching us all. The extremely minor- and I do mean extremely minor- perk was that it was the first shower any of us had had in days. By the end of it, I resembled the type of woman you only ever saw in Ibiza during Spring Break when it was Wet T-Shirt Competition time.

James had dragged Danny away from us, and Seth salvaged what little water was left in the container: all three inches of it.

"You guys made this happen!" Danny screamed. "You guys forced my fucking hand by ganging up on me!"

"If you weren't acting like a prick then there wouldn't be any need to gang up on you, goddamn it!" I roared, absolutely livid, not to mention soaked to the bone.

"Goddamn it, I'm gonna fucking kill this motherfucker!" screeched James, brandishing his revolver at Danny at point-blank range. What none of us expected, however, was Danny to turn and place the barrel of the gun in his own mouth. When James didn't pull the trigger, Danny wrenched it from his mouth.

"That's what I thought. Nerd," he spat, storming away.

After that, Danny only got worse. He stole James' tuxedo and wore it around the house. He drank the remaining water in the open bottle. He ate a shit-ton of our remaining food. And finally, he passed out in front of the fireplace, snoring up a storm, the fucker.

"Alright guys," whispered James, as the rest of us stood around just staring at Danny's unconscious form. "Let's get rid of him."

"What?" hissed Seth. "What do you mean? Like, kick him out of the house?"

"Seems a little drastic, doesn't it?" I muttered.

"His fucking reckless behaviour is dragging us all down!" James replied. "I mean, he wasted our water twice!" He held up his fingers for emphasis. "Two times! Two times!"

"Dan is under a lot of pressure, okay?" Jonah said quietly. "And he's not handling it as good as the rest of us are."

"Look at him He's wearing my fucking tuxedo!" James hissed. "He's been eating non-stop! The fucker's gained weight since he got here! The fucker's gots to go! Go! The fucker's gots to go!"

"Alright, fine," I sighed. "Fuck McBride. Let's get him up and out."

So that's what we did. We abruptly jolted Danny out of his Sleeping Beauty routine, sat the man down and told him it was time to nut up or shut up. And by 'nut up' we meant 'get the fuck out of the house.'

"Is this how you all feel?" Danny asked us dolefully.

"We talked about it," Jay said quietly.

"You guys are gonna vote me off the island?" Shit, I'd never heard Danny so dejected before. "I mean, I made you guys breakfast."

"Shit man, you wasted half of our food when you did that!" grumbled James.

"Just thought I was doing something nice for you guys," Danny replied gloomily. "Just to apologise for my behaviour at the party." He looked at his lap. "A party I wasn't even invited to."

I felt something stir in my chest then; something that felt like…pity. Fuck. No. Stop it, Mack. Do not feel sorry for this asswipe. Do NOT. He pretty much signed your death warrant when he wasted all the water. I had to listen to my subconscious.

"I'm not an idiot," Danny continued, so melancholy. "I know why you guys don't fucking call me or hang out with me anymore. It's because I party so fucking hard. Always have. Ever since I was a baby. I wouldn't just suck on my momma's titties. I would fucking…bang 'em, and motorboat 'em."

"We are getting fucking sidetracked here," I said loudly.

"Everything I've been doing has just been a cry for help," Danny said wretchedly. "When I came on your magazine, James, and on your face, Mackenzie-" This was met by a chorus of "URGH"s from the other guys.

"He means my picture!" I said hastily.

"It was a cum for help," Danny carried on. "I've just been crying and cumming, and crying and cumming…tears from the tip of my penis, dude."

I looked around at the others. Fuck no, they all looked like they believed Danny's fucking crocodile tears! That last part had vanquished any form of sorrow I felt for Danny: it was all bullshit so we'd let him stay!

"I'm sorry, alright?" James croaked, sounding on the verge of tears. "You can cum wherever you want."

"I don't even care about cumming anymore," Danny said desolately. "Right now, I'm just kinda into going." He stood up, ignoring the guys saying his name. They all got up and went after him, apologising as they did so. I followed, but I kept my mouth firmly shut.

"Let's just discuss it some more, okay?" suggested James.

"Yeah, let's just talk, dude," agreed Seth. "We're giving you an option. It's a choice, man!"

"There's nothing to figure out, alright?" Danny affirmed. "You guys have said enough, and there's no going back anymore. I don't know if there maybe is, like, something you guys could give me so I could at least have some sort of protection while I'm out there?"

"Danny, you don't have to do this," Craig told him gently.

"Alright, if you're really leaving," said James. "Then you should take this." He held out Old Faithful.

"Really?" said Danny.

"You don't know what's out there," James replied, way too dramatically.

Danny took the gun. "Thank you, James. It means a lot to you, and I appreciate that you'd give this to me, you stupid…stupid motherfucker!" These last four words suddenly built in crescendo, and before I knew what was happening there was the sound of six shots being fired. I screamed so loudly it felt like my tonsils would explode. I thought I was going to die.

The boys around me were all clutching at their hearts, at their guts, checking for bullet wounds. It soon became blatantly obvious that no one had been shot; the gun had been loaded with blanks.

"Fucking psychopath!" spat James, pulling the revolver from Danny's hand. "It's a prop gun! What, do you think I'd put real bullets in here?!"

"You were gonna send me out there with a fucking gun filled with blanks!?" Danny demanded angrily.

"Fuck you!" exclaimed Seth furiously. "Don't turn this around on us! You just tried to shoot us, you fucking dickhead!" We all let rip with angry outbursts. 'Psychopath,' 'cockface' and 'fucking murdering motherfucker' were thrown about a lot.

"Whatever!" Danny spat out. "Fucking civilisation is broken down. There's no more reason for this false bullshit! You guys act like you're so fucking high and mighty, like you never made a goddamn mistake before! Franco, you're some pretentious fucking nerd!"

"Fuck you!" James retorted.

"And Jonah," Danny sneered. "You fucking cunt." Jonah just looked trodden down and stepped on.

"Craig." Now Danny turned to his wingman. "You didn't have my back, back there. You fucking disappoint me."

"Bro," Craig said sadly.

"And Seth." Danny settled on the man standing next to me. "You duplicitous taint."

"What?!" Seth exclaimed indignantly.

"Then of course, there's Jay," Danny jeered. "The self-righteous, cock-sucking, two-faced backstabber."

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Jay demanded.

"I overheard your little conversation with Craig, alright?" Danny revealed. "The only reason why you care about any of us is because you think it's what God wants you to do. You don't give a shit about us!"

"No, no, no, no, that's fucking twisting that shit," Jay insisted. He looked at Danny. "You're fucking lying!"

"Am I twisting this?" Danny demanded. "I believe you were in Los Angeles two months ago, at the Four Seasons." My face blanched. Don't. Please, Danny…don't… "I saw you there, and you specifically asked me not to tell Seth, so that you could maintain the illusion that you always stay with Seth when you're in Los Angeles."

"Oooh," drew out Craig. "Jay!"

"The fuck, man?!" said Seth, looking angry.

"It's not…" began Jay. "It's…"

"Textbook twattage," finished Danny, making a book-shape with his hands. "But that isn't all, kiddies. No, no, no." Now his eyes settled on me, glinting with malice.

"Don't," I whispered, my eyes welling up because I knew exactly what he was going to say. "Danny…please just don't. I'm begging you."

"Danny, what the fuck are you talking about now?" James asked irately.

"Now Franco, this one may interest you the most," Danny said nonchalantly. "Because who did I see leaving the Four Seasons that day with Jay, but our very own Kenzie Bolton."

"Wait, you knew he was here?" Seth demanded of me, and all I could do was stand there and gasp out a few apologetic noises.

Danny barked out a sadistic laugh. "Oh-ho, she knew real good. Tell me Kenzie, did you think about your boyfriend at all when you were fucking Jay?"

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References:
"Nut up or shut up" is from the fabulously hilarious Zombieland. Tis one of the many reasons I love the legend that is Woody Harrelson.

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