HELLRAISER ↳ DEADLY CLASS

ONE: SHORT SKIRTS AND LOLLIPOPS.

CHAPTER ONE
[SHORT SKIRTS AND LOLLIPOPS !]

CARRIE STARED UP AT THE CEILING, her head resting on her pillow, deep in thought. She twirled the gun in her hands, turning the safety on and off, back and forth.

She heard her room unlock, and the door open, making her grab the gun her right hand, and turn the safety off, prepared to fight if there was an intruder.

Maria comes around the door, rolling her eyes at the strapped girl. "Calm down, princesa, it's just me, y'know your roommate. You don't have to try and shoot me every time I come in here," The girl, still in her red dress and sugar skull makeup, jokes to her friend.

"You should know by now, I trust no one," She reminds, walking towards the girl whom sat at her vanity, taking her make up off with some wipes. "Did Saya get him to come back?" Carrie asks, wrapping her arms around Maria and resting her head on her shoulder. "Yes he came back, we told him the rules, and Lin took him. Don't worry— your little lover boy is safe," Maria jokes, Carrie's face falling.

"What do you mean 'my lover boy'?" She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "You were oddly defensive of him, it was very out of character for you, amiga," Carrie rolls her eyes. "Okay, I've been homeless before— I know what it's like. Excuse me for being annoyed by everyone calling him a hobo— and-and smelly, and shit," Carrie defends, sitting on Maria's bed.

"So... it has nothing to do with how cute he is? Because, I would definitely understand," Maria says, swirling on her stool to face her friend.

Carrie laughs, smiling and shaking her head at her best friend. "Uh— honey, you can't say anything, you're with Chico: the boy with the dumbest nickname," Carrie jokes, Maria just rolls her eyes, and turns back to continue to take off her make up. "It's complicated."

"You always say that, but when is it gonna get un-complicated," Carrie asks, pushing up off the bed. "I don't think that's a word," Maria trying to change the topic.

"So, anyways, I might ask Marcus to run with Soto Vato, we need new recruits, and you won't join," Maria comments, beginning to rub lotion on to her skin.

"You know I'm not the... gang type, not my thing," Carrie reminds. "Yes, you've said it a million times princesa," Maria sighs, turning to face her best friend, who had now gone to her own bed. "Do you think I should talk to him?" Maria questions, getting up to take off her dress, and change into something for bed.

"I don't know, doesn't seem like the gang type either. And he's kinda... small, like, not the fighting type. I seriously don't know how Master Lin thinks that kid is... 'Kings Dominion' material," Carrie sighs, then continues, "Y'want me to talk to him for you, so Chico doesn't kill him?"