scary love, s. kalivoda

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Surrounded by annoying teenagers, after the normal 7 hours I'm forced to spend with them in a day, is terrible.

And the worst part is, nobody even wanted to come to this football game. Nobody's here because they care. Every single student that's here is here because they're required to be. 

If I was Heather, I'd want to haunt all of us for not giving a shit about her death, or any of the other deaths. Everyone here is so cocky; but they don't realize that one day this could be them.

One day, this memorial could be for them.

But, oh well. 

Nobody in this shit hole is ever gonna get their head out of their ass.

"This isn't how I wanted to be here tonight," The mayor of this shitty town says. "I wanted to be here as a fan. Our Sunnyvale Devils and your Shadyside Witches throwing down some good old American football. Instead, I find myself here as a husband, a father, a neighbor. And, yes, mayor of Sunnyvale. And behalf of all the people in my town, I say all of Sunnyvale mourns with you. Our hearts are broken with grief."

I elbow the kid standing next to me. "You buying this shit?" I ask him. He laughs but quickly covers it up with a cough. "Not at all," he whispers. "I don't know why he's acting like he gives a shit; like the people here give a shit. The only people here are the people required to be here."

I grin. "My thoughts exactly."

Soon, we're passed candles as the sheriff starts to talk.

"We've prospered here. And yet, I've seen you, our neighbors in Shadyside, suffer tragedy after tragedy. It's easy in times like this, to drown with questions of why... why this happened. But I know, too well, there are no answers that will provide relief. There's no peace found in the past. We must not fall into darkness. We must look to the light."

"Yeah," A footballer scoffs. "What we should do is light a fuse and burn down Shittyside."

I turn my head, along with the kid next to me, to face the footballer from the other school. "What'd you just say?" I ask him.

Him and his friends look at me. He grins and starts walking towards me. "I said it ain't a tragedy when it happens every week. It's a joke."

My eyebrows raise. "Oh, I think you mean, it's not a tragedy when it doesn't happen to you, self centered prick."

His face visibly gets more angry and I cut him off before he can say anything else. "People just fucking died and you're here to make 'jokes'?" I ask him. "You should've stayed home if you were just gonna come here to make jokes, you fucking punk."

He steps right into my personal bubble and gets in my face. "Why the fuck are you talking? You came here dressed like a fucking prostitute. Don't act like you give a shit, either."

I let out a laugh. "That's all you got? You're gonna fucking slut shame me? You know what, never mind. You shouldn't think anymore, you might sprain your brain," I tell him as I bring my arm up to knock on his head. 

He grabs my wrist, tightly and tugs me towards him. "Let go of me," I say, in a quiet, but stern, voice. He laughs. "Don't fucking bark if you can't fucking bite."

Staring into that douche bags eyes, I suddenly notice all the people who are staring at us. 

He wants me to bite? Fine, bitch.

I give him a fake frowny face. "You're right. I, a weak girl, could never stand up for myself against a big, strong, masculine man like you."

I yank my fist away from his hand and turn around, making eye contact with Simon from across the field. I hear the prick I was just in contact with laughing with his friends. 

Simon gives me a 'What the fuck is going on' look. I smile at him and wink before turning around.

I once again make eye contact with the douche bag. "Sorry, my bad. Don't know what came over me. How's this for a bite, bitch?"

I crank my fist back and smash it into his jaw, hearing various gasps in the background. The unexpected force makes him stumble back a little.

He spits out blood on the floor before speaking again. "You're gonna regret that, slut."

He starts walking towards me again at a faster pace. "Back at it again with the slut shaming, are we? I thought we've moved passed this-" 

He punches me in the stomach. Hard.

I hear a yelling man running towards us. Whoever the man is, he hits the prick with a broom.

Who would have a broom- Simon.

"You little green prick! Come here, you little bitch!"

That seems to distract the man in front of me as he starts chasing after Simon. I fall to my knees as Kate runs up to my side. "Shit, Aug. Are you okay? He hit you hard- but it's okay because you hit him harder. You were so badass up there. I wish I got it on tape-"

"I get it Kate; just help me stand up, please," I say, struggling to breathe.

I knew this would be a long day.