Blood Money (smut-V.2)

38

"They found the killer of Cole Bartley."

It was all over the news, but what the f*ck? I wasn't even a suspect so I knew it wasn't me, how would they find a killer who is innocent?

"Cole Bartley, found dead-shot once-in an ally around New York City! Investigators say that they have found the killer today, but who?" I watched the TV.

A picture of a random guy popped up,
"This, everyone is Kyle Henderson. He was a prime suspect, walking around New York City and found in the same ally way as Cole. There is no footage of the official murder yet, but he is 100% guilty and admitted his crime."

What? This is absolute bull sh*t. Unless there were 2 Cole Bartley's which just isn't real.

I couldn't talk to anyone about this, not even Blu. There are cameras everywhere here.

Today was so boring, just me staring at that boy and wondering about the fake murderer.

"I want to feel you, y/n." Aaron moaned in my ear, undressing me. My back arched, moaning a little, his hands rushing up my body.

I woke up, startled. I could still feel the hands on my body from that night, I could still hear my screams, I could still see those 5 guys with pure evil in their eyes. God it terrified me to the fact I was angry.

Why couldn't I just let someone f*cking touch me! Every single time anyone lay a finger on me I would already have flashbacks in my head.

I picked up my lamp and chucked it at my window, smashing it. Screaming and crying into my pillow, trying to get rid of the trauma.

I got out of bed since I couldn't sleep and started smoking.

"You might want to shut your door, weirdos will wonder in." The boy told me, as I walked out my dorm in the morning.
"Sh*t yeah, I always forget."

I lock it and he's still stood there,
"Can I help you?" I furrowed my eyebrows,
"Nope, just admiring you. Problem?" He smirked,
"I've literally never talked to you in my life-did you see my sex tape or something?"
"No, not yet anyways. Since you bumped into me the other day I've been intrigued."
"When did I bump into you?"
"Well you said you were high so I'm assuming you don't remember."
"No, I don't. Now can you move, your in my way." I stared at him, waiting.

"And why would I do that?"
"Because I'm late for my f*cking class." I barge past him and get to art.

I was told to sit by the boy that talked to me the other day, the one who wanted to know why I moved.

"You again." He stated,
"That is so cool." I rolled my eyes.
"Someone's moody."
"Really? I never knew. Thanks for pointing it out, dip sh*t."
"God, you're quite firey."
"What does that even mean."

God does everyone in this school have to be so annoying.

We were drawing buildings in our books, learning about different angles and stuff.

"I have a question." I nudged him,
"Go ahead."
"What's the best way to sneak out?"
"Find away to sneak to the boys dorm quarters then theres a secret path we all made, you'll find it."
"Great, thanks."
"You know, the boys are having a party in the forest just outside campus tonight. You should come, tell other girls as well obviously." He suggested,
"Maybe. You got any coke?"
"No. We don't really do that here."
"Well that's depressing."

We were packing up everything and he turned to me,
"I'm Jordan Wenlog." He introduced himself,
"Y/n Averill."

I told Blu about the party at lunch,
"I'm not really into parties." She said,
"What?! Parties are like the best thing ever. It's practically a swarm of hot guys willing to give you free drinks and drugs!" I laughed,
"I'll go, but you can't ditch me. I hate being on my own, everyone else is so annoying."
"Trust me, I don't think I'll want to talk to anyone else."

Blu and I met up and found the secret path, leading to the forest outside of school.

"You came." Jordan said to me,
"Really? I never noticed." I joked,
"And you bought one other girl. Could you not bring at least 5. There's like 20 guys here at least and only 2 girls."
"Not my problem. Plus we agreed we don't like any other girls yet." I huffed,
"Great." He muttered.