5. skin them alive.
“well u could..”
My eyes darted to the entrance as everything dulls down . As he entered I felt it. I would recognize that face anywhere. It’s what intrigued me that night anyway. This was the first time since I got here I felt calm like all my worries were behind me. I forgot my inner thoughts about being numb. My heart to skip a beat, traitor.
Mistake number 1, I made eye contact.
Mistake number 2, I smirked.
Mistake number 3, I didn't lose the eye contact.
He sat across me and greeted everyone at the table. This is going to be interesting. How is he here, and who is he really? Could he be the one I’m looking for?
After a good 2 minutes and 43 seconds he spoke and everyone at the table went quiet, “you’re the girl from the party.” they immediately looked at me,
“no” I responded.
“Yes you are.” he backfired
“Nope, mistaken buddy.”
“So what are you doing here, Ellen?”
“Oh shut up, you know my name cheesy.”
“Ok” he smirked, I rolled my eyes
“How?” Vince asked
“We met at a party.” Chase answered
“No” I responded again staring the brown haired guy straight in his soulless eyes. Everyone looked at us with confusing glances but neither one of us gave the information they were seeking. The conversation shifted to an irrelevant subject and my thoughts took over.
It had been long since that night occurred. A stupid mistake made by my over trusting self. Of course oversharing is a thing I'd partake in and of course nothing could go wrong when you spill your guts to a stranger on a perfect night after you indulged in just the right amount alcohol and violence and you’re sure you're never going to meet. It’s also not like you would imagine having to shift to a new school and having that exact same stranger walk up to you and call you Ellen.
Oh wait.
Fuck.
He smirked like knew too much and the worst part is, he knew, he knew too much. Before the bell rang I got officiated into their group chat and walked back to our assorted classrooms. People should really do their research before they let people like me too close to them. Chase had definitely done some.
The next few days went by quick. Friday rolled in and no other information was given out. This group had put me on the pyramid and because of 1 jock, one dancer and one nerd. I was higher than I wanted to be. I was being recognised by my name and some rumours were starting to spread, people here could dig. Things about my fight with my ex was already being circulated and my connection to the police and mafia gang was being speculated. No one dared asked me. I heard a few rumours about Chase too. My guys found nothing on him. But, if one asked around about me they’d also come up with nada.
After school I was on my way to the car thinking about how to kill my time over the weekend. Work, torture that poor guy who tried to spread rumours about me, make connections, homework. Just as I was about to ignite the engine someone got into the passenger seat. “Hi?” I turned my face to two soulless eyes.
“We’re going for ice cream” Chase said then randomly stated, “I remember everything about you. We need to chat, but later.”
He’s look so good under my favourite blade with scratches on his torso and blood dripping down towards his dick. I shook my head before it could go any further.
“I remember things too,” he stared at me in a I-know-you-do-not way, “vaguely. How are people at the Stacks?” I questioned.
“Annoying” he answered but he looks like he was caught off guard.
“You still work for them though?”
“I have to they’re family, you know that.” he said, I rolled my eyes and nodded. This is the reason I could not kill him yet, the coincidence of his alleged company’s name and the opposition’s gang cannot be a coincidence, even if the company does exist.
After a 5 minutes of driving silently to a froyo shop we met up with the other 4 group members. They were all sitting and talking to the waitress when they saw us they waved and the waitress started walking away. Situations like this was something I would avoid. The social hangouts and being included in a group was never really the plan, but I guess I could try it. after what Ava, the betrayer dead bitch bff did to me, trusting someone would be unlikely. But, I had one year to ride out in this new place and watching Vince and Mila make funny elaborate stories was giving my voice a reason to make the happy sounds again.
I’d never been to this place before. Just the smell alone repels every atom in my body. It was too, sweet. I looked at the baby pink walls and the yellow checked tablecloth. It was like I was sitting in a unicorn's puke bucket. Vince saw me staring at the menu and told me not to bother, "I called for the most awesome and taste bud exhilarating yogurt ever." He exaggerated. I needed my blunt knife tonight to get rid of this colour expose to my eyes. We all made small conversation, everyone was trying so hard to get me to open up. I had to give them something. So as the cold cavity approached to our table I answer the question I dreaded, “so why exactly did you shift here, Valerie ” Payton’s sweet Inquiring voice asked. I signed and started my narration as they eagerly waited for me to continue, should I lie? did they know? was my secret out? i looked over at Chase and he just raised his eyebrows as if he was teasing me and testing me to see what I will do in this situation.