Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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I hesitatingly knocked on the door, awaiting for the verdict. It was silent in the sunlight infested corridor as everyone sat in their room, getting ready for the unexpected funeral.
I never would have never thought that I'd be attending a funeral while I would be here, but here I was.
I ignored the voice in the back of my mind. The voice that was telling me I had caused this- I hadn't even tried to find out who was behind these texts, after Laken. I was so stupid for letting my mind get ravelled up in everything that I didn't give a thought to who was doing this.
The door opening surprising me out of my thoughts, making me take a quick step back in retaliation. Steel eyes locked onto mine like I had seen them for the first time. Only this time, they looked drained and empty happiness. His hair was messy and a tie sat unmade on his bed behind him.
He gave me a small, weak smile. "Hey, dora."
"Hey, lake." He stepped aside, allowing me to step in. Bentley looked up from his position on the bed, a surprised look taking over. He gave a quick smile, his gaze switching between me and Laken before he effortlessly got up and left with a nod.
"Need help?" I asked, pointing at the tie.
He glanced at it with a pause before his eyes flickered back up. "Sure." He moved to sit down on the bed as I picked up the black tie and moved closer. I placed myself between his legs, wrapping the tie around his neck. His eyes were downcast, avoiding eye contact.
There was only the sound of our breathing shared between us as neither of us talked. I broke it. "How have you been, Laken?"
There was a pause. "I'm okay."
"No, really." I interjected, moving one length of the tie under the other. There was an even longer pause. I let go of one end of the tie, bringing my hand to his chin and lifting his head until his eyes met mine again.
"I don't know." It was barely a whisper.
I let my hand move back to the tie, working on it slowly whilst I used it as a small distraction from the voice in my head. The tie blended in with his all black suit as he sat before me. I let him go at his own pace.
"No one's come up to me surprisingly." He laughed humorously. "I've got you and the guys to thank for that." I didn't speak, looking at the tie. "I know what they all think though, it's written all over their face."
"And what's that?"
He copied me back, whispering as if we were sharing a secret. "That I killed someone. That I might do the same to them if they move a wrong step."
"That's all in your head-"
"Is it though?" His hand came up and gripped mine softly, stopping it in place from finishing the tie. He must have noticed that I had been going at a slow pace just so I wouldn't have to look at his face anymore.
