SINS (Completed)

MULTIPLE MURDER PROSPECTS

I close the door behind me, and throw my backpack on the couch forcefully, making Lily peer over her laptop screen suspiciously as she lay sprawled on it.

"What, I decide to bunk one day, and you're already in a pit?"

I hold my head with both my hands, and pace to and fro in the living room, trying to work out this- situation. I didn't apply to Cott Capital, so how did I get the internship. If I got the internship, what am I supposed to do now. Whatever I decide to do, why does Hardin have to get so thermonuclear about it. No, no. None, of this makes sense.

"Hey, hey, you're so tensed, its almost tensing me up. What did you do?" She drags herself into a half sitting position and wait- why will I do anything?

"I didn't do anything, that's the whole freaking point. And now Hardin is going loony over it for no possible reason."

I throw my hands out in frustration, oh this is bad. Just reliving it, is bad.

"Did I hear that name?"

"Yes, Lily you did hear that name."

"How is that possible?"

"Congratulations, that makes two of us! Welcome aboard."

I speak out in a frenzy, and I'm borderline panicking. I burst my knuckles, and resume my walking.

"Wha- wait, let us calm. Down. Yes. Breathe? Good." She holds me by my shoulders and speaks to me slowly, before breathing deep herself.

"Oh shut it! You want to calm down? Go ahead, calm down. I'm not calming down! I can't calm down!"

I remove her hold from me, and turn to walk again. I should have slapped him again. No, maybe kicked him this time.

Yeah, go on, make plans. We both know what happens when he's actually here.

I groan.

"Fuck, this is bad." I hear Lilly muttering slowly, drawling out her words.

"Oh, tell me about bad. Earlier this morning, I found out that I have been offered an internship, at- thank you, God-" I pat on my thighs, creating a drumroll-

"the one and only Scott Capital Management Co.

A company, ladies and gentlemen that I never even applied to, and if its not quite obvious from the name, or you bloody missed it because you're deaf, the company is owned by Hardin's father. Remember Hardin Scott, the only single love of my life and-slash-or my mortal nemesis, who started the story with a pretense love and ended it with a sex tape. Single handedly ruined my life, not once but twice and did not even shed a single sweat. Yes, that's who.

So, as I obviously was trying hard to swallow this unusual piece of information, I turn Rapunzel, getting tangled in the locks of the auditorium's curtains, something that's not even necessary for an entrance door. I shout, and swear, and flap my wings like a fish on land, then fall straight on my face tripping on the carpet of my life, in front of a whole audience!

And if that's not entertaining enough, welcome, to the season finale. The Hardin, Scott, conversation! And as you know, that Hardin and I don't converse; we bark, snap, taunt, insult, claw eyes out and rip throats off, so that's what we did!

He pops out of thin air, and shouts his stinking lungs off at me, asking -no, ordering me, rudely ordering me not to work at the company! Ha, can you picture that! HE, asking ME, not to. As if I'm bloody dying here to do so.

Therfeore, clash in opinions, results in semi-violence from his side, followed by an almost sexy, intimate moment that he creates because he's an incurable ashhole: and I get affected because I'm a shameless idiot!

He even threatened me, can you fucking believe that! 'Even if I have to kill you to stop you, I wil not hesitate'. I mean, of fucking course, like isn't that the only thing that's left, so why not, lets do it! Lets kill each other, and end this bloody thing!

And then he walks off, before even letting me have the last word, which is BEYOND FUCKING RUDE!"

My palms fist and unfist, I pant heavily after my long-time-coming- monologue. I close my eyes, and it does feel a tint better. I should rant often. I open them and look up at Lily, who is looking at me wide-eyed, half scared, half-understanding, half-shocked and half-waiting for another blow. When she is confirmed there isn't one to come, she swallows and normalizes her face, with a still dubious expresssion on it.

"Do you want water?"

I look at her, puzzled, silently for a minute. Not her fault, Tessa. Remember, not her fault, do not explode on her. I inhale deeply, before speaking out again.

"No, I don't want water, I want a henchman. I am going to order a contract killing. Of one Hardin Scott, age 20, height 5'8, appearance irresitible, nature intolerable."

"There we are." She raises her eyebrows, and sits down and I look at her in bewilderment.

"What?"

"I was wondering when you'd snap. Well you- snapped. The urge to kill, it's a good sign. Angry's better then sad, right?" She attempts a half smile, with a shrug.

"Lily, I am trying so hard not to blow up on you, beacause I'm believing none of this is your fault, do not tempt me."

I turn around, massaging my scalp with my fingers. This just, won't end- trouble.

How do I get into this, always? And why does it always have to be Hardin-based. It won't ever be regular trouble, like failing a test, or detention, or drunk driving. No, it will always be some heart-shattering, peace-murdering, apocalypse level troube. Which would start with small things, like- this.

"How is it even possible? I didn't apply so how? Do you think Hardin did? But it makes no sense, why would he, and then come howling at me for doing it. I just don't get it."

I turn around to face Lily, with an irritated, tired look, hoping that she might search out some logical explanation from all this. And an escape plan.

"U-u-u-u-u-u-h, about that-" Her voice comes out high pitched and I look at her dreadfully to see her face twisted, eyes looking upwards. NOT, AGAIN.

Author's rant:

Aren't the best friends, the best? Yeah, lol.
Seems like Tessa is PMSing.

Fun fact, I was, while I wrote that monologue.

Lily right now:

Oh my Mendes, did you catch the Gossip Girl Reboot teaser yet? Because it so spectacularly sexy.

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Until later.
S.