And this is why I don't talk to boys.
Everything was fine. Everything was fabulous, in fact. Jay seemed to have calmed down significantly after they found Jojo- must be close, or maybe Jojo's just like, particularly harmless
- and Maria herself had located a particularly delicious bag of baked Ruffles and was now scarfing them down like nobody's business. They were going to head back, find John, complete the Bodyguard Brigade and then head the hell out of here, out to someplace with walls and a ceiling. But then-
"GAHWHO THE FUCK, THE, THE WHAT-"
Maria scanned the scene in a fraction of a second. John was loading his shotgun. This didn't bother her. First of all, he would have been really, really stupid to NOT be loading his shotgun. And second, he wouldn't shoot her. After all, he was part of the Bodyguard Brigade now! Which meant he was gonna protect
Maria, not shoot her. As for the other boy...well, he wasn't holding a gun, right? So there was no problem. He couldn't do anything.
Clearly Jay was not quite so optimistic.
Maria blinked, looking at Jay with wide eyes. He'd pulled the trigger
? Really? That was...kind of amazing. Though her sense of amazement was dispelled by the fact that the gun wasn't loaded. And I'd been so worried before, too! Neither of them could have done anything to me!
But then Jay was yelling.
And so was John.
This was what Maria hated. Chaos. Screaming. Yelling. Random behavior. So unlike home- so unlike her perfect family, so unlike the strict rules she lived under, so unlike things that made sense
. It was...
Irritating. Unbearably so.
And besides- how was her Bodyguard Brigade going to protect
her when they were going to fight all the time like idiots? No, it just wasn't going to work.
Maria was going to find a new Bodyguard Brigade. Maybe some boys with brains in their heads. If those existed.
She slipped away into the trees, quietly munching on her Ruffles, listening to their shouts grow dimmer. She realized after a little while that she was now, officially, helpless.
But whatever. I mean, who'd want to kill me? I'm...me.
[[Maria Santiago continued in One of Three