Sadistic

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Robert stood in the locker room staring at his locker. His mind was racing. It was more importantly about Devon, Robert didn't believe that Devon could be a killer.

"Do you stand by James on this?" Robert rolled his eyes as he shut his locker door.

"Yeah. Yeah I do." Was all his response was, the steam that flowed throughout the locker room gave Robert a certain kind of glow to his skin, or maybe it was the water dripping from his semi curly locks of hair onto his forehead.

"Boys! I have great news!" James burst into the locker room with a proud smile as his pearly white teeth gleamed.

"What's up, cap?" One of the football players asked as everyone faced him.

"Notre Dame is coming to the final game of the year!" James announced proudly "Holy shit seriously?" Robert  was in pure disbelief as James nodded eagerly.

"Man I ain't trying to tell you how to live your life. But maybe Notre Dame is where you need to go." James stood in front of Robert who raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know about-" Robert got bumped as guys were cheering and excitedly chest bumping one another.

The testosterone levels in this room were definitely raised as the boys started talking about who is getting in and who wouldn't. Devon stood by himself near the door, gripping onto his bag with a grip that turned his knuckles white.

He pushed through the door with his shoulder and left the locker room- it was clear by the small comments he heard everyone thought he was just a charity case for James.

"Son of a bitch!" It scared him as a small frame stood there glaring up at him through smudged makeup.

"What the hell do you, devil?" Devon snapped glaring at Sara- Harrison's sister.

"You killed my brother, and I am going to prove it." Devon chuckled "That's where you are wrong. I was busy." Devon defended not wanting to give anymore details.

"With what? Because everything points to you. And I am going to prove you killed my brother, and then I am going to have you killed." Sara jabbed her finger into his chest and he glared down at her.

"Try your best. But you'll never win." Devon stormed off past her, he needed her and now.

Bekah gasped harshly as a hand covered her mouth and dragged her into the empty chemistry classroom. She turned around to see Devon standing feet away from her now. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he stared at the floor, then towards the window.

"Sara said she is going to put the murder of Harrison on me. And then supposedly have me killed." His voice was smooth, yet sounded like gravel at the same time. It was music to anybody's ears.

"Why?" Bekah questioned stepping forward "She can't though, there isn't any evidence." She adds making Devon look at her "Are you sure? Because she seems damn sure that she will pin this on me." Devon stared at her awaiting a response.

"You weren't the killer though, you were busy." Bekah had no clue what to say so she replied with a basic statement.

"Yeah cause I was busy fucking you." Bekah felt the words hit her and she just looked at him "Can you not say-"

"What not admit that I was with you? Yiu really that embarrassed of it?" Devon jabbed and Bekah rolled her eyes "Can you not say that rudely? How about you just be quiet and let someone finish." Devon smirked as he walked towards her- towards the door.

"I did let you finish, remember." Devon whispered sending a chill through Bekah's spine as she was brought back to the night of the party- when they were alone together.

And like that Devon walked out of the classroom and went on about his day like that conversation never took place.

"What was that about?" Bianca pried making Bekah turn around "At your house after school, okay?" Bekah walked up to her and Bianca merely nodded "Yeah, sure." The head cheerleader agreed.