I'd kill for you || Vincent x reader

~11. Sad news~

Your P.O.V

The bus pulled up outside the school, I scuttled out and made my way up to the main building. Memories from work clouding my mind. I liked Mike, but I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed Vincent and I weren't alone, though I wasn't quite sure why I felt that way. I shrugged, regardless I had tonight and every other night of the week to be alone with him.

I arrived at my locker and stifled a yawn, it was Thursday and the lack of sleep was starting to catch up to me. I knew this was bound to happen eventually, it was inevitable, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to be annoyed about it. It wasn't like I'd really had any other choice but to get the job, it was either get the job or not be able to move out from my parents' house.

I shook my head when I realized, just like I had been two days ago, I'd just been staring at my locker mindlessly. I kicked myself and started to take my books out of my locker and put other books in, before then making it to the bathroom and locking myself in a cubicle where I knew I was safe.

I couldn't help but think it strange that Sinéad and Shaun hadn't come to me today, usually when I spent more than two minutes at my locker they'd pitch up out of nowhere. I had been there this morning for at least ten minutes. I shrugged, at least I wasn't going to be beaten up today. Maybe they weren't in - it was common with them that when one wasn't in the other wouldn't be.

The sound of somebody crying pulled me from my thoughts, I furrowed my brow, wondering who it could be. Their voice sounded oddly familiar.

"It's all my fault," the voice sobbed. "If I'd arrived in time I might have been able to save him."

"Sinéad, it's in no way your fault," I heard another voice say. "The lamp wire was damaged, you can't control that."

I furrowed my brow, what were they talking about?

"If I hadn't have delayed..."

"It's not your fault, stop blaming yourself."

Was that Erica? What were her and Sinéad talking about? Why was Sinéad crying?

"Erica, I just walked in on my best friend lying dead on his couch!" she raised her voice.

"And it's not your fault that he's dead!" Erica raised her voice back. "It is in no way you're fault at all."

My eyes widened, were they talking about Shaun? Shaun died?! I covered my mouth, trying to hold back a gasp. If they knew I was here I was dead meat for sure.

"There was so much blood..." Sinéad spoke in a smaller voice now. "His eyes were wide open, a look of terror on his face..."

"Are you sure you're okay with them talking about it at assembly?" another voice that I recognised as Angela's speaking up.

"I'll be fine."

I knew Sinéad was lying, I'd said that many times to Vincent everytime he asked if I was okay. I felt a pinch of guilt, I hadn't been completely honest with him and he had been nothing but nice to me, but I was scared to tell him the truth. What if he turned away from me? I didn't want that to happen with another close friend.

Eventually the bell rang, I waited for Sinéad to clear out of the bathroom with her friends before I left. I made my way to my first class, trying to act as though I hadn't heard anything. When I sat down, as I predicted, the teacher almost immediately told us all to go to the assembly hall. Trying to act as confused as everyone else was, I got up from my seat and made my way there, before sitting in my normal seat at the very back.

The principal stood facing everyone, a serious look etched on his face. The atmosphere in the room dramatically dropped when he cleared his throat. Everyone's heads snapped towards him.

"Today, we have lost someone very special to us," he began. "Shaun McGee was found dead in his house last night, the police have looked into it and confirmed his death as an accident..."

The principal spoke on and on about how sad his loss was and how it was a shame that he had to go at such a young age. I stopped paying attention half way through, I felt kind of bad for not being sad about his death, but why should I be? He and Sinéad had been wishing me dead for years, and now he was dead and Sinéad was grieving. It was really rather comedic.

After about an hour of the principal speaking, he said that school will not be going ahead today. We all stood up and left silently, despite me not feeling sad for his loss, it was a dark atmosphere, and nobody spoke much on the bus.

I arrived outside my house and made my way upstairs, both my parents were at work so I was home alone, when I closed the door behind myself I finally allowed myself to laugh. I hated that I was doing this, but I couldn't help but feel it was deserved. I picked up my phone and called the first person who I thought to call, Vincent.

Vincent's P.O.V

I lay in bed, my mind clouded with thoughts of what'd happened yesterday. My shift at work had helped a lot, seeing Y/n never failed to bring up my mood. I smiled to myself, my phone began to ring. I sighed and looked at it, expecting another unknown number of my dad's - to instead see Y/n's name pop up, I smiled to myself before picking it up.

"Hello love," I smiled. "Aren't you meant to be at school?"

"I was but it was closed early," she responded. I sat up, furrowing my brow.

"Why's that?" I felt myself start to get nervous, had this anything to do with Shaun's death?

"Well, that's what I'm calling you about.. kinda.."

"Oh?" my heart rate began to rise. "Is everything okay?"

"Shaun... Shaun's dead..."

I stayed silent.

"Apparently he was found dead last night, the police investigated and apparently his light broke and killed him," she continued.

I muted myself for a second and let out a giant sigh of relief, just as I'd hoped, Y/n wasn't suspecting me. I then unmuted myself.

"Oh my goodness..." I tried to put on my best 'shocked' voice.

"The thing is I..." Y/n paused. "I feel like I should feel sad or something, but... but I don't."

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"The thing is... Shaun and Sinéad have wished me dead for years, every birthday since we've stopped talking they remarked on how they're surprised I lived another year, on my eighteenth they made a joke about how they were surprised I hadn't killed myself before then. It's been a joke between them that I'd always be the first to die in our year, and it's Shaun that's first to die I honestly find it kind of funny but I know I shouldn't."

I listened to her explanation, I felt myself smile toward the end of it - I supposed it was kind of funny.

"I suppose it is kind of funny," I commented.

"You think so?" I heard Y/n ask.

"Yeah... yeah I do," I laughed slightly, I heard Y/n let out a laugh of relief from the other side.

"So you don't think I'm a bad person?"

"Of course not!" I replied. "Shaun and Sinéad were nothing but assholes to you when they had no reason to be, and now karma has come and bit them both in the ass. You don't owe it to them to feel bad for them."

"Thank you Vincent..."

"Anything for you dear."

I heard the sound of a door open from her side.

"Hey I have to go, my mum just got home," I heard her tone of voice switch, I raised my eyebrows.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

I got no answer and Y/n hung up the phone. I thought back to my theory about trouble at home and my eyes widened. Was that what was happening? I knew where she lived... this was my chance to find out...