Intensity: Destination Everywhere. (A Mindless Behavior Trilogy)

Intuition (Part 2 to Kaleidoscope)

Jas'marieé: Love you too.

She closed her eyes again and I gave her one last kiss before I made my move. I grabbed her phone and her keys and left to Sevarion's house. For the past week, I've been watching his every move like a hawk, allowing me to find his address. I pulled out Jassie's phone and put in her passcode, which was 1130 and our first anniversary date ever. I texted Sevarion as I drove, [A/N: Never....NEVER...EVER...use your phone while driving. It's not safe.] making it seem as if I was Jassie.

[Channel△HisLove] Sevarion, is your dad there...?

It wasn't long before Sevarion texted back.

[OddFutureSev] nahhh...he on overnight shift...you coming over ?

Thirsty ass. -___-

[Channel△HisLove] Yup. Leave the door unlocked if you haven't already. -_- bye.

I locked Jassie's phone with a smirk on my face. The only ass he's getting is a beaten one.

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A half hour later, I was at Sevarion's doorstep. Smartly, I put on a pair of random Jordans from outside. No traces going to be left on this boulevard. For reassurance that I was doing the right thing, I closed my eyes and pictured Jassie's face.

Once I opened my eyes, I knew for sure I was doing something right. This was for us, just like her façade in school. I looked at my peace sign tattoo as it shriveled up, due to me balling my fists. Fuck peace.

I opened the door, entering the mini hallway that led to the stairs, kitchen, dining room, and the living room. Sevarion was on the couch, watching Inuyasha. He saw me and he screwed.

[Slang For Dummies: Screw/Screwing/Screwed-Usually means you're in trouble, but in places like Jamaica and UK, it means a stank face]

Sevarion: What the fuck are you doing here?!

Without warning, I punched him in the face. He stumbled back, and I saw his nose bleeding.

Prince: You motherfucking bitch. You think it's all good to hit on girls - especially my girl, who is your baby mother?! Well it's your turn, asshole.

Sevarion: Bite me. (spits blood on the floor) You ain't shit. You and that bitch are worthless. She is a slut and that's all she'll ever amount to. Bitches get what they deserve. And their boyfriends.

He jumped up and sucker punched me. It was a bitch punch. Jas'marieé could hit better. I retaliated by hitting him hard in the stomach and stomping on it.

Prince: The only bitch here is you.

I grabbed him by his shirt collar and threw him into the kitchen. I smirked as he laid there, defenseless. I pulled out a skillet, twirling the base around my fingers.

Prince: You know what Jas'marieé should've did? She should've got an iron skillet like this one and beat the living hell out of you.

Just like I said, I started beating the shit out of him with the pan. He convulsed with every blow. I started beating him in the face until I saw his cheek grow a gash. Gross, but karma is a bitch.

Prince: Bitches get what they deserve, right?

I grabbed him again and took him to the living room. I threw him straight through a window and watched as he didn't bother getting up. I brought his sorry ass back in the house to finish what I started. He was all the way fucked up when I looked at him. The gash on his cheek was exposed and he had tons of blood all over him. He was struggling to breathe, speak, and stand up. Did I give a fuck? No.

Prince: Stand up straight, nigga.

He tried to stand straight, but his knees kept buckling.

Prince: Not good enough, nigga.

I kicked him in the chest, knocking the air out of him. It looked as if he was having an asthma attack. NO FUCKS GIVEN.

I grabbed him again and stomped up the stairs.

Prince: You threw my beautiful girlfriend and her baby over a railing?

He looked at me, scared. Again, no fucks given. I slammed his body over the railing. He hit the floor with a loud thud. I jumped over the railing, landing to my feet. I bent down to his level, a sinister smirk on my face.

Prince: You don't ever - EVER - hurt the ones I love. You're lucky I didn't kill you.

Thunder sounded off as a black mist flew past me. It chanted, "Death. Die, my baby. Death." It disintegrated and I scrunched up my face in utter confusion. I shrugged it off as I went out through the window, taking off those dingy Jordans and putting on my Docs. The deed was done. Now it's just about school, me, Jas'marieé, and the baby.

As I drove, I felt victorious. There was no more stress and no more anger. It felt great to hurt the assailant himself.

When I got to Jassie's house, I put her phone and keys back in their rightful place. I pulled off my hoodie and hung it up. I laid next to Jassie and she cuddled up next to me. I smiled to myself. The drama was to an end...

?.?.?: Reality. Retaliation. Reversed. Die, my baby. Death.

Maybe this was just the beginning.

I didn't care, though.

My business was handled and my girlfriend was happy. It's all I could really give a fuck about. Underscore - bottom line.

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*le Prince voice* God dayu-nggggg. My nigga Prince put them paws and claws on Sevarion!

•v• *my Stevie J texting face, tho. lol. it looks like the OVO owl. ._.*

Nigga started playing gritball, though. #DEADATMYLIFE!

Will Princeton's peccant decision change everything later on?

But awwwwww! Jassie and Prince. How cute are they?

But I was literally watching Baby Boy as I wrote this chapter Saturday. Jassie and Prince remind me of Yvette and Jody. :') Love that, though. What couple do they remind y'all of?

And what in hell is that chant?

Goal: 10 votes, 20 comments.

*Mindless Fact Of The Day*

Roc is a slow ass texter, lmfao.