"...The first time we met..." Its [Jestro] on the other line. "...What was your first thought?"
"You tell me." She demands.
"I thought..." He pauses, she can hear that he's afraid of what he's going to tell her, because its the truth. "...I thought you looked like Christmas morning." She can hear him smiling through the phone. "I don't know how else to say it."
"And why're you telling me this now?" She asks him.
"Guess in the end, you start thinking about the beginning." There's a long pause, but he breaks first. "So there it is, I thought you should know." Another long pause. "So how 'bout it, Liz, hmm?"
"I thought..." The truth is at the tip of her tongue, but she lies to her heart, and lies to him. "I thought that you were the most beautiful mark I had ever seen." [Jestro] laughs on the other end.
"So it was all business, yeah?"
"All business." She replies.
"Form the go."
"Cold, hard math."
"Thank you. That's what I needed to know." He says. Insert another, long uncomfortable pause. "Okay."
"Kbye!" Then she hangs up.
Then **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** wakes up from her dream and realizes she fell asleep in English class, while they were watching 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith'. She looks around to see if anyone noticed her sleeping. She looks down at her desk, wipes away her drool spot, and sees a letter.
She opens it in a hurry and starts scanning it rapidly.
"I think ur super cute!
Love,
-Ω.
Ps. Can I touch ur butt?"
**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** looks at the letter in a repulsive way and throws it on the ground. She steps on it a few times and spits on it too.
"That's fucking gross!" She screams. Then she looks around and sees a freshman looking at her with cowering eyes. "What, bitch?" She asks him.
"The fat guy paid me to give that letter to you!" He admits, tears rolling from his eyes, her verbal wrath had become stuff of legends - and he didn't want to feel its power.
"That fat Greek son of a bitch!" She said to herself, then she shot up to her feet. "Excuse me, sub! I need to leave!"
"What, why?" The young man substitute asked her.
"I'm uh...bleeding." She said, grabbing her bag.
"I don't see any blood." He said.
"I'm bleeding some place you can't see. Figure it out." She said and stormed out of the classroom, speed dialing on her phone.
"여보세요?" Its [Jestro] speaking Korean.
"Hello?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asks almost irritated.
"What's up?" He asks.
"Where the hell are you guys?"
"Oh, getting Boba. Want me to bring you one? What flavor do you like?" He asks.
"No! I don't want one! I just wanted to know where you guys were, and tell Frank to not leave me notes anymore, its gay. Kbye!" Then she hangs up in a furious whirl of emotions, mainly anger.
"Who the hell was that?" C41212105 asks [Sir_Jestro].
"**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**, she's pissed." He replies.
"Hahaha! Why?" C41212105 asks with a laugh.
"Oh, well she's mad 'cuz we got Boba without her and 'cuz Ω's fat."
"Why would she be mad about tha-? Wait, I understand, she loves him." 김재민 asks, holding his green apple slush in one hand.
"OR! She loves someone else, and doesn't want Ω's fat ass getting her nice juicy ass all stanky, 'cuz he smells..." [Jestro] says.
"I smell like sex." Ω says, cigarette in one hand, Boba in the other.
"Ew, is that what you smell like after sex?" 김재민 asks sniffing Ω. "That's fucking gross, guys! Come here, smell this." C41212105 smells Ω.
"Oh, fuck! You stink like onions and ass hair!"
"No, he smells more like spoiled milk and dead kittens." [Jestro] says.
"Dude...Not even doom music..." Ω says and walks off.
"Come on, Ω! We were only joking! Come back!" C41212105 screams after him. Just then a man falls out of the sky and almost lands on Ω.
"Fuck!" He screams and sees the dead body. "Mary Shaw! Ahhh!" He starts laughing and the three others run over to him. Clenched in the dead man's hand is a scroll, Ω rips it from his grasp.
"Agents 23, 32, and 666. This is an order of a Guild-wide extermination for the three of you. The reward will only be given when your three heads are on my mantle place. Good shootin'. Via con dios."
-El Salvador.
"Fuck, dude." Ω says looking up into the sky, an airplane flies overhead. "They dropped this poor asshead on us, as a warning. We really are fucked."
"Shit...C41212105, you might wanna go back to your jock friends."김재민 says, looking around for any possible danger.
"But I'm not on the list, so I'm safe, right?" He asks.
"Well, sure." [Jestro] says. "Unless you happen to take a stray bullet in the dome like this." He motions a bullet flying into C41212105's temple.
"Its true, best bet is to stay clear for a while." 김재민 says.
"Bu- but I don't wanna." C41212105 admitted, hurt.
"Fine, fuck it." Ω says as he opens his car door. "Me and 김재민 are going to da' club, peace out." 김재민 opens the other door and they fly off.
"These should be an interesting next few days." [Jestro] said as he sucked in some of his green apple slush and started chewing on the Boba.
"Are you scared?" C41212105 asked as they walked to his BMW.
"Yeah, I am." He said.
"Well, what're you going to do?" He asked as he unlocked the doors.
"Fight?" [Jestro] said opening his door. "There's really nothing left to do, right?"
"You could try to make amends, couldn't you?" C41212105 asked closing his door and starting the engine.
"No, that's not the way this works. We broke the rules, and left - on bad terms. This was what we expected, we knew this, that night. We knew this was coming. Death is the only real end."
"I don't think so." C41212105 said DJ Machete plays 'Miss You' By Trentemøller. "I think death is only the beginning. Like the first season of a great show or series, you know?"
"I dunno anymore." [Jestro] says, he presses his forehead on the glass of the window.
"Oh, shit!" C41212105 screamed as he swerved his car.
SCREECH!!!!!
CRASH!!!!
OW!!!!!
[Jestro] looks over and sees an unconscious C41212105, face pressed against the steering wheel, his nose bleeding. He looks out the window and sees a man standing on the street outside the car. He opens the door, stumbles on the ground and looks up. He sees El Salvador standing next to a smashed SUV, his six shot revolver in hand. This was probably it, his end, and he knew it. El Salvador would probably just humor [Jestro] by giving him a fight, but they both knew - [Jestro] wouldn't live to see another fight. [Jestro] got to his feet, his fear chocked down in the bottom of his throat. In the face of absolute terror, in the shadow of destruction, [Jestro] showed he was fearless. Fearless of death.
"Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?" Then he touched his ear phone and was ready to die.
-Sir Jestro
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