??? POV

I stare at a dartboard of the person I feel pure, cold hatred for. No one else knows about the dartboard. I laugh bitterly. They have no idea. They're okay with it, but I'm not. I'll never be okay with it.

    Suddenly, a hard pound issues from the door. I sigh, yelling, "I'll get it!" I whisk the last dart and hit the ear on the dartboard.

    I run over and throw open the door, wanting to just go back and keep throwing darts. "What?" I snap at the woman who shows up at the door, wearing the same kinds of clothes as she did, but a bit different.

    The woman has red hair tied back in a ponytail and a face lathered in makeup, giving her an unearthly glow. "My name is Jen. And I have a very special offer for you."

-One Week Later-

Minx POV

I laugh and slap Jack with the book. "Those are some nice baps." I say, playing around with a horrible Irish accent. "Really, Jack?"

    Jack shrugs. "Hey, we can say whatever we want."

    "What was the game called again?" Ohm asked. "Citizen Burger Disorder." I remind him. "Oh, yeah, yeah." Ohm says, and I roll my eyes.

    I peer around the park, just as I normally do, spotting Max and Renee getting ice cream, and Mark and Wade chatting by the library. Then I see a group of kids.

    Kids that almost look familiar.

    Then I see the things that make me click. The unmistakeable pink hair, the unmistakeable laughing face. "Lizzie! Bryce!" I yell. "Guys!" I tear away from Jack and Ohm, and sprint towards them. "Minx!" They all yell at once.

    I hug Krism first, then Deaf, and slowly I hug all of them. "Minx?" Ohm asks tentatively. "Why are you hugging random people?"

    "Who are you calling a random person?" Bryce asks in a gay voice. "What the fuck, Bryce?" Tesh gives Bryce a shove on the shoulder. "Stop feeding these people bad information!"

    "Yeah, Bryce." Doxy says in a sassy voice. I laugh. "Guys, meet Bryce, Tesh, Andy, Deaf, Doxy, Lizzie, Dave, and Krism." I surprise myself with the name; Krism hadn't made herself noticeable at all. She gives me a small grin at the mention of my name.

    That's weird. Krism was always pretty chatty, pretty hot-headed.

    I shrug. Probably just shy.

Krism POV

I can't believe this. Minx seems to know everyone around here, and they all seem to know her. That means she's been making friends.

    That means she thinks she can find replacements for us.

    Unacceptable.

Minx POV

"So, how did you guys get here?" I ask. That woman that came to the apartment said that the guys would have to pay for tuition. I can't see Cassandra paying for tuition.

    "There was a lady, just like the one that got you." Tesh explained. I raise an eyebrow. "Really..." I grab for my milkshake. Hmm...

    Something's not right here.

    And I know when something's not right. The streets taught me that.

Ze POV

"What the fuck, Chilled?" I yell at my roommate. "Why is that an image?"

    "I don't know!" Chilled yelled back.

    There's a little picture of our faces in a cutesy pink heart, with curly, girly letters spelling ZEROYALCHAOS. (Was gonna make it more...yeah but I just can't)

    Chilled looks like he's about the throw the computer right out of the window.

    I hate that.

    Because I actually like him. Like, like like him. Of course, the gang knows I'm bi, but they have no idea what that little statement actually gave away.

    After all, I've seen the way Chilled look at the girl, Minx. He likes her. He's straight. He's definitely straight. He's never choose me. I sigh.

    Why does love have to hurt so much?

Krism POV

It's all coming to plan. People that are loved have a blissful ignorance. And that ignorance is a sin.

    A sin I will punish them for.

    I will find every one on campus and make them pay for the pain that they've caused, and avenge the victims. I give a sideways glance to the things that will make everything happen.

    I feel a smile curve on my lips as I push away every smidge of regret and guilt. They deserve this. I'm doing nothing wrong. I'm avenging every glimmer of pain they've caused us. The victims.

    But it can't be yet.

    The longer I draw it out, the more pain I can cause before the big finale.

SHIT'S ABOUT TO GO DOOOOOOOWWWWWN...

And now I fucking have to push enter a bunch of times because Wattpad changed da formatting...Ah well.

EZ out.