(𝗥𝗘𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚) Everlasting, Chucky

005. Bell Lap

Megan squinted, but then smiled, "Eh, you'll look hot in whatever you wear,"

Lexy smiled at Megan. "I know,"

The lockers look nice today, Azula thought. She was totally fourth wheeling.

The blonde looked at Junior, "I wasn't aware I had to get your approval," She looked him up and down, then slightly up and the ceiling. God, Junior could be such a bitch sometimes!

"Did you get Oliver's approval?" Junior asked. 

Azula gave him the deadliest glare she had ever given him. She swore if she wouldn't have been suspended if she did so, she would've punched him right then and there, with no hesitation.

"I might if you keep pushing me," Lexy responded.

Junior shook his head, "Sorry, sorry," He said, then continued, "So what is it? Hot Hermione? Hot Hit-Girl?"

"Hot Harlot?" Megan chimed, nudging the blonde again. Azula noted that almost anything Megan does makes her smile. Cute.

"Calm down, it's a surprise. But I promise y'all it's gonna be hot," Lexy said, paused, then added, "So Megan, Az, what are y'all gonna be?"

"Do we have to tell you?" Azula smiled. 

"Yes! Mine's just...too outstanding to tell,"

Megan and Azula looked at each other, then said at the same time, "Spongebob and Patrick!"

"Very creative," Junior scoffed. 

"Hey, Junior, I actually just remembered I have something for you!" Azula smiled, looking through her bag.

Junior stared at her with curiosity as she searched through her bag, "Ah, I found it!"

She pulled her hand out of her bag and Junior was met with the middle finger. His eye twitched and his jaw dropped. Az gave him a tight smile and Lexy and Megan were laughing so hard their sides hurt. 

"Fuck you," Junior scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"You wish." Azula playfully smiled, making Megan and Lexy burst into even more laughter.

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At the end of the school day, Azula found herself with Jake. He needed help with Biology homework, like always. It wasn't his strong suit.

He was also chatting on and on about Devon as they got onto the school bus. He shut up for a few moments as they made their way down the aisle of the bus, then started talking again when they sat down, his tone quiet. God, Azula needed to get a love life.

"And then, today, he talked to me again. I mean, he never talks to me anymore!" Jake said. Azula looked around the bus slowly, until her eyes met Junior. He was glaring at her for some weird reason.

Her face formed into an annoyed expression. She motioned to her lap where her hand sat, and he looked briefly to see her flipping him off for the second time in in day. She smirked and turned back to Jake, nodding along.

Junior's eyes lingered on her for a few seconds then turned back to Devon, who was sitting next to him.

"What's up?" Devon asked, noticing the anger on his face.

"I swear to god I hate her," Junior scoffed, and Devon shot him a confused look. Junior pointed to Azula.

"Bro, just listen to me," Devon said, and Junior faced him again. "She's nice, alright? Just, stop hating her so much. What did she do to you, anyway?"

Junior shrugged, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"Exactly!"

The bus came to a stop. Azula, Jake, Junior, and a few other kids got off. The three walked to the Wheeler's in silence.

They walked through the abnormally large front doors of the house. When Azula walked in, she was hit with a sudden chill. She couldn't explain why something felt off, but it did. It was so quiet in the house when they walked in.

Junior was typing something into the keypad, and when a sound came from the alarm telling him the code's incorrect, Jake spoke up, "Oh, Logan changed the code. It's, uh, "bell lap" now," Jake explained, walking up to the alarm.

Junior stepped back next to Azula. She shuffled a bit away from him, which caused him to look at her, make a disgusted face, which she returned, then focus on Jake.

Jake typed the code on the alarm, and it sounded with a "correct" beep. He smiled at Junior then started walking to the kitchen. Azula followed in suite, Junior then following behind her after he grabbed the mail.

The three walked into the kitchen. Azula sat her heavy bag on the counter, searching through it. Jake opened the fridge, then said, "Hey, y'all want a popsicle?"

"Nah. I could go for a diet coke, though?" Azula asked.

"No, thank you," Junior spat with some attitude. He sat the mail down on the countertop. 

Before closing the fridge door, he grabbed a coke from the fridge and handed it to Azula. 

"What?" Jake asked anger laced through his voice. Azula bit her bottom lip at the awkwardness that suddenly filled the room.

"Nothing," Junior paused, "It's just, I don't need you offering me popsicles in my own house. You know what I mean? Annie's been making those for me since I was three years old," 

"Who's Annie?" Azula mouthed towards Jake, and he shook his head as if to shut her up.

"So?" 

"So, could you just stop trying so fucking hard? Okay?" Junior responded angrily. Everything turned silent. Awkwardly silent. The tension in the room was unbearable. Azula looked down at her pop can, snatched it, and opened the can to kind of "ease" the tension in the room. After that, the two started shuffling around again.

Jake looked over in the direction of the dishwasher. He then walked around the counter to get a better look. There was fear in his face and his breath fastened. Azula noticed this.

"Oh no," Jake muttered, looking over at Junior and Azula, then looking back at the dishwasher. "Call 9-1-1," He said louder and started walking around.

"What's wrong?" Azula asked Jake, starting to get worried. 

"What are you doing?" Junior asked, setting down the mail he was holding.

"Call 9-1-1!" Jake said more urgently this time. With that, Azula walked around the counter and was met with a bloody scene. There was a woman on the open dishwasher, stabbed with knives. That explained the chilly feeling that she had when she walked into the house. Her breath quickened and her features showed only disgust and despair.