Deadgirl Page #3

I don't know, man.

Huh?

JT, man.

I'm not... that's not what...

god damn it, JT.

If you want, man, we can, like

flip her over. We haven't hit her backside yet.

No!

Rickie.

Pal.

What's wrong?

This whole thing is f***ing over,

you guys, seriously.

We're all going to

get arrested or worse.

I mean, JT...

Look, how long have we known Wheeler?

All our lives?

He knows how to keep a secret.

He knows a good thing when he

sees it, don't you, Wheeler?

I know a good thing when I f*** it.

There you go.

So, you see

there's nothing to worry about, Rickie.

It's just you and me and

Wheeler and the dead girl.

She's not just some dead girl, man.

Well, I did kill her three times.

Go on. Give it a try.

Get on it, man.

Man, it's f***in' sweet!

F***ing get in there, man.

Go on.

Go on!

Aw.

Rickie! All right.

Well, come back in a couple of hours.

We'll be gone.

You can have nice private romantic time

and do lots of nice sensitive things.

Nice one.

God bless.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Look, I told you f***ers,

if you want weed, you need to--

I need some bolt cutters.

Got any money?

Come on, Wes.

You know I'm good for it, man.

Everything's going to be okay, alright?

I'll get you out of here.

I'm here to help you, okay?

Oh sh*t!

Do you understand me?

I'm going to get you out of here, okay?

You have to be quiet.

Okay.

You should be quiet.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Okay.

Did you leave the

f***ing door open, Wheeler?

No, I don't think so.

I told you to keep that door shut, didn't I?

Why does it matter?

I want that dog messing with her.

Anybody humps her leg, it's me.

What's up, baby?

How are you doing?

Why don't you busy

yourself somewhere else.

Hey baby, you miss me?

Oh sh*t!

Oh f***!

Grab her f***ing hand, man!

Get her f***ing hand.

Get the f*** down!

- F***in stop it!

- F***ing get her off!

F***ing, you ain't no help man!

She nearly f***ing killed us, man!

- I oughta f***ing bite you!

- How the f*** did she get free, man?

Do you hear that?

Rickie is that you?

Rickie!!!

If I find out it was you trying to

let her loose you're gonna regret it.

Might as well come out now!

Stupid, f***ing motherf***er!

There ain't no way you're getting in here!

Lil B*tch!

I swear to God!

I'm gonna bring a gun tomorrow.

I'm going to shoot your ass dead!

You hear that?

F***in A. If it ain't one thing it's another.

Sorry.

What, man?

You're friends with Wheeler?

You know where I could find him?

No.

Because he said if I brought him 1 0 bucks,

he'd show me something.

What?

Wheeler?

- He said -

- Wheeler's a f***ing retard you dumb ass.

He's just trying to steal your money, man.

Hey, a**hole!

F***in' fat kid just came up to me, man...

It was you last night?

Yeah, so what?

What's up, Johnny boy?

You know,

I'm sorry you got hurt, Wheeler, but, f***...

You know, f*** you.

You're just f***ing lucky

I didn't tell JT about that.

Yeah? Hey, why the f*** didn't you then, huh?

Do you see that dip sh*t over there?

Lots of dipshits over there.

Which one are you talking about?

The f***ing stoner

with his retarded buddy.

He was looking over here all goddamn period.

He was eyeballing Joann, dude.

You know what, man? Me and JT are fine.

OK, it's you that's he's

f***ing worried about.

Look, Wheeler,

JT hasn't f***ing been in school in days, man.

Somebody is going to notice and then what?

What?

They'll go looking, you f***ing retard.

That's bullshit man.

Nobody cares a f***ing sh*t about J except for JT, okay?

Not the school,

not his f***ing grandmother,

who's half-near dead anyways, okay?

Nobody gives a sh*t where he goes

or what he does, right?

Nobody but us.

Look at me.

Come on now.

Yeah, you f***ing like that, don't you,

you f***ing dead little f***ing zombie.

I'm comin', yeah.

How's her hole doin', man?

Unwilling but able as always.

We got to...we got to get some lube

or something in there

because she is just bone dry.

What do you think she is, JT?

Our f***-slave.

I mean, seriously, like,

I don't know, man, like, what is she

doing here and like how did she get here?

What's your problem?

Nothing.

I'm just asking, you know.

How long have you been here anyway?

I spent the night.

Why?

Because it's starting to stink.

Well, that is coming from the wounds.

I smelled it this morning.

What the f*** is that?

No worse for wear but... it's warm.

Wet.

Yeah.

That one's mine,

but there's two more just like it.

Okay.

What are you staring at?

You.

No, you're not.

Hey, remember that time when were,

like, eight or something?

Eight?

Okay, eight, nine, you know, whatever.

Just let me finish.

We were 12.

What, was I your first kiss or something?

Hey, would you want to

go out with me sometime?

That was a long time ago.

I mean, another life.

Nothing lasts forever, Rickie.

- F*** man.

- Take it easy, man.

I'm sorry, man.

Nice.

You want to head back there with me?

Look, Wheeler, I f***ing told you already.

I'm not goin' back there.

F***!

You get the message sh*t stain?

What the f*** man?!

What's that, p*ssy?

He thinks I can't see him when

he's staring and drooling over Joann!

What are they doing now?

Shut your filthy mouth, man.

Shut the f*** up!

All right, you little shits.

Keep your eyes to yourself.

- I don't know what the f***

are you talking about?

- Huh?

F***!

- Johnny stop! Johnny!

- No more looking at my woman you little sh*t!

You got that?

Stop!

Johnny stop!

Thats enough, Okay? I want to go home.

Come on baby,

I'm just defending your honor over here?

No, you're not.

You're just being an a**hole!

Stop it!

- Get off of me!

- Look, we're just having a little fun!

- Stop!

- That's all!

Now, you look what you did,

you f***ing creep.

You f***ing pissed off my girl!

You okay?

F*** you,

you f***ing jock motherfuckers!

You f***ing -- we don't need

your f***ing cheer leading whores!

You know why?

Because we got our own f***ing whore

and she's the sweetest one in the

whole f***in town, you a**hole.

She's got f***ing sweet tits

and she's f***ing hot!

- Wheeler, shut the f*** up.

- So f*** you!

She's our f***ing sex slut!

Shut the f*** up wheeler!

Johnny's going to take one

f***ing look at this dead girl

and he's going to turn around

and f***ing bust us man.

You understand that?

If we don't f***ing come up with something

right now,

- we're going to f***ing go to f***ing jail,

Wheeler.

- Rickie, man, I can't get to jail.

My f***in' mom's going to kill me...

Stop! Stop! Look,

whatever happens,

we cannot show them the girl, okay?

It can't happen.

We keep this between us

and you keep your mouth quiet, okay?

Oh sh*t!

All right little shits!

Don't even think about

making a run for it.

Dwyer's got a baseball bat

and he's a f***ing state champ.

Come on you-

Listen, come on you guys.

Wheeler was just f***in' talkin' sh*t.

I swear to God, man.

There's nothing down here.

Talking sh*t?

I guess Dwyer and I can stop f***ing

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