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The sirens gave free passageway to the police cars as they negatived through the streets, to answer the call of distress. There had been no gunshot alert, but the emergency call of a possible shooter was taken very seriously. Especially at a school. Lexa stopped her car in screeching halt, getting out without any hesitation and slamming the door shut. Geared up by means of a bulletproof vest, she was send in after a briefing from her captain. With her trusted gun in a tight grip she entered the school building cautiously. 

Rooms were being cleared, but what struck her was how calm it was. There was no panic. Confusion was shared with her partner as they slowly moved further into the building. Lexa paused when they reached the classroom. Non verbal communication was given, confirmed with a single nod. Peeking through the window she saw a class. An ordinary class. There was no sign of distress. Her hand reached out, fingers wrapped around the door handle as she prepared herself to go in. Before she pushed it down to open, she heard a familiar voice. False alarm. The annoyance was written all over her face when she finally entered the room, startling the students. “Sorry to interrupt.. but I would like to take over your class for a minute and teach the one responsible for making a fake phone call about a shooting...how serious this situation is.”

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From: Rossi Hey, you up? 

On a normal occasion, a text saying that, sent at 1:28 AM would be an undeniable booty call. And not even a good one at that. But for Rossi, it was normal. Chalk it up to insomnia, working nights at the bar and downing energy drinks like it was her job, but she was always up late, and always bored. 

Cue her best friend. Who thankfully enough, lived directly across the hall from her shitty little one room apartment. It made bugging him a million times easier- hey, if she could go bang on his door while still wearing knee high socks and her pajama shirt, that was all the better. Hell, she didn’t even need to put a bra on. 

Six minutes passed, and still no answer. Rossi wasn’t the most patient individual. She began fishing through her junk drawer, sifting through thumbtacks and cigarette cartons to find the shiny silver key stashed away in the back. Haphazardly closing the door to her own apartment behind her, she pads across the hall to check if the door is unlocked-- no dice (not that it matters). Shoving the key into the lock, she twists it and swings the door open, stepping into the dark apartment and making her way to the single bedroom by memory. 

“Hey,” she says slightly above speaking volume, flipping on the lights and illuminating the bedroom. “Wake up, I’m bored. Entertain me.” She pulls the blankets off the sleeping boy, warranting a groan. “Please? Look, I even said please.”