Do Or Die by zayshina (popular e readers txt) 📖

locker door, the first thing I saw was the ridiculous face of the same dog (big guy).

“Need some help to dress up or to take off…?” His eyes seemed to be scanning me. I stepped back in haste to run away, but I found myself rushing into a bunch of guys, they were all around me. I was too scared to shout.

That dog snatched my clothes and tried to kiss me. I pushed him and made an unsuccessful attempt to
escape. They held my arms and stuffed my mouth with a cloth.

I noticed that dog unlocking his waist belt and another one of them had a condom in his teeth. I knew what were they up to? I decided to wait for the right moment and kick his penis so hard that he won’t dream of doing any such thing with any girl in this world.
But before I could even raise my leg… dog shouted so vigorously in pain with his half bent knees. Everyone was so amazed and confused.

All of a sudden a rugby ball fell from his middle section and did the dog.

“Who the fuck…”said another guy lifting the ball and his facial expressions changed.

He dropped the ball and ran away along with his mates.
I was relieved, amused but too much confused. I saw a boy at the opposite end of the locker room wearing a helmet, bare chest, having a towel in his hands. The only interesting thing was a tattoo on his left biceps. It said
Knight rider

I lifted the ball and read
BACK OFF!!!!!!!!!

That’s it. Those creeps read it and ran as if it was a doom’s scroll.

I found that guy missing as soon as I finished reading.

BUT WHY WOULD ANYONE HELP ME? where everyone think that I am a freak.

WHO? WHY?

My mind was filled with these words.
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Anyways the practice went well. I was selected in the team without even touching the ball.

Why don’t these people understand that my problematic life is like a tunnel with no end?


CONVOLUTION

“Convolution… a very interesting principle…. It states that same events can happen differently in two different domains” I don’t think that I heard a single word after that.

All I was thinking about that KNIGHT RIDER guy. Though almost two weeks had passed but I still wanted to find him.

“What do you think, Miss Rabel?” Mr Santiago asked me about… I don’t know what was he talking about?

“KNIGHT RIDER” My overloaded mind made me say that and everyone laughed.

“What does that mean?” Mr Santiago was a bit shocked at my idiotic answer.

“MAY BE SHE WANTS TO GET CONVOLVED WITH KNIGHT RIDER”
A big asshole shouted in the corner.

I was really pissed off. That one hour passed like a century. Everyone staring at me … might be thinking what kind of unique freak I was? I wanted to run away but obviously that was not the solution.

The bell rang and I rushed out of that med evil place. It was so much relieving not to have someone around.

“HEY!! I am a knight rider too. So what do you say, baby? Your place or mine?” the same huge guy from the locker room came very close to me and held my arm.

“Leave me. …”I pleaded and rather tried to push him away.

“MAKE ME IF YOU CAN!!!”He twisted my wrist and a tear rolled off my cheek.

Suddenly he left my hand …seemed tense to see me cry… I don’t know what was on his mind.

He nodded at a guy near the tree … as if it was some guy code. I tried to make my way out and run …but he realised my movement and grabbed my hand.

“So where were we?” he turned his head towards me “Did you like my note?” he winked.

So he was the one who made me get to that torture. I was furious. I faced all those problems because of that guy.

I was struggling to get my arm released but all was in vain. I saw people leaving the class, rather being dragged away by... his minions I suppose

His grip was getting tighter.

“Hey M, Sauscow is coming… let’s leave man…” a young boy reported to him.

“These bloody Robinsons are always in my way… but not every time.. You belong to me… you get that?” he kissed my hand and left.

I didn’t know what to say? What to do? All I knew was that I wanted to run away. Everyone was staring at me in such an annoying way that I couldn’t stand it and view in front of my started to blur and I fell.


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“Is she okay?” Uncle Ernesto’s voice echoed my mind. I could hear some other noises too.

“How in the hell did this happen?” a woman was shouting outside the room… I doubt it was nanny. That Mexican accent was pretty much familiar.

“Dr? I think she is awakened. .. ”a girl informed the doctor… maybe a nurse.

“Hey, girlfriend!! How’s my warrior princess? …” someone touched my forehead. I don’t know about this one.

“How ... how did I get here?” I tried to open my eyes but it seemed to be as tough as making my nanny wear her Christmas special dress on any other day of the year. I tried to get up, but doctor didn’t let me.
“Please…Let her sleep… she needs rest.” doctor drove all of them out.


PESSISISM


I returned home the next day. I was a bit relaxed but I didn’t want to face him again…… I mean Mason. It might seem weird, but that day I saw something really hectic … his eyes looked exactly similar to Andrew’s. May be I shouldn’t take extra caffeine. It has really driven me crazy.

Everything was going on well… same old assignments… same old tests… I was too much involved in my studies. I quit basketball and this time Sauscow was not in a position to compel me. Rather he should be thankful that I didn’t press any kind of charges against his school. But what charges could be pressed … I mean it wasn’t his fault. I just got a medical certificate for not going for any kind of physical or mental stress. So I was a bit on the safer side. I wished the weekend to be a bit longer.
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“Jennie? Could you open the door? I have to look after Jack” Aunt Molly was in a very pleasant mood… obviously winning a trip to Europe was worth it.

I jumped over the couch and ran towards the door. This was something I was pretty good at and liked it too… no… not opening the door… I mean jumping… this was something we (I and Andrew) used to share a lot.

I opened the door and found a bouquet at the door step. I looked around but couldn’t find anyone.

Who could have sent those and… for whom?

Should I pick it up…? Maybe not.

I left it there and shut the door. Someone again rang the bell. This time I didn’t bother to go. I mean I wasn’t the designated doorkeeper of the house.

I switched on the TV and surfed through the channel.

Nothing worth watching. Same bloody bitches showing off their cosmetic implemented breasts.

I fell asleep at the couch… may be I was tired or it could also be because of the anaesthetics I had been given for the past three days.


FISH FUCKER

Typical Saturday noon….. Getting bored… nothing to do….. I just love my life….. I mean my friends or... Okay I have only one friend….my b.f. Andrew. Life’s good…. Life’s great.
My phone beeped. A sms. I read it

GET READY COMING IN 5 MINUTES
It was a casual pre- entry alert.

Finally I won’t be alone. Oh no!!! What should I wear? I opened my cupboard and the clothes fell on me as if they were waiting for my arrival. But I just cleaned my cupboard last night.

LEFTY! I am gonna kill you …. You scrappy little monster. Okay Jane!!! Focus!! Let’s find.

Another sms… by Andrew…again? It was a hardly a minute passed.

“LUV YOUR BUTTS IN BLUE SHORTS”

I startled …. And looked around. How could he know what was I wearing? Could he see me? I tried to scan the whole room.

I found him at the tree next to my window…. Sneaking through binoculars …… he blew a whistle when our gaze met. I showed him a fuck finger.

One more sms
“SURE WHAT TIME? U’R PLACE OR MINE?”

An unintentional smile spread across my face. I shut the window and looked into the mirror. The shorts were actually good.


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Today he seemed a bit different. No talking… no music … just silence … but still I loved it. I just kept on thinking about Lefty’s stupid act of annoyance… I didn’t like his ways but they were pretty much effective.

The moment I saw him at Olivia’s 15th birthday party… I knew he was a tartarean. He was immensely dirty... I don’t know what girls see in him … how could girls like a person who spend more than an hour in toilet… and less than even a minute in bathtub. I doubt he has ever stepped in it after his 5th birthday. His mother used to wash him till then.

Andrew turned the car so abruptly and I was snapped out of my brooding sequence. I almost fell on him.

“Wake up!! Daydreamer!!!” Andrew removed my strand of hair from my forehead and smiled. I love his fascinating… gorgeous smile…. One of his lips tilted at one corner with that divine shine in his eyes.

“Where are we? “I tried to distract myself. It was pretty much hard for me to get out of that car. I wanted to keep on looking into his deep sea green eyes.