Die In California

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Rook's POV:

"Uh, for Mr JP Cappelletty?" The delivery guy called out as he approached the house, holding a small brown parcel in his hand. I looked up as he stepped closer, nodding in confirmation as I stood up from the front steps where I was having a smoke. "That's me." I nodded with a slight smile as he passed the package over. "Thank you." I called out, turning to pass the blunt to someone else whilst making my way inside to the kitchen island.

I grabbed the black pocket knife my- well, I don't know what to call her... my friend? My ex-friend? I don't know. But anyway, she gave it me as a congratulations for getting the job with Kells. I'd kept it in my pocket ever since. I flipped the knife up and watched as it seamlessly sliced through the brown card, still as sharp as when I'd first been given it.

"What's that?" Kells asked as he passed me, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
"I don' know." I slowly spoke as I opened the package to find a cd inside, with 'Everything I didn't say XX' written on it in black Sharpie. I frowned in confusion, making my way over to the lounge that was currently empty. I think Kells got the idea I didn't want anyone to follow me, keeping everyone out of there as I pressed the disk into the xBox, letting it pop up on the large tv.

Devyn Joanna Carter.

Son of a bitch.

It was 2006. I was just 14 years old. What a little bastard I was. With my hair spiked like an out-grown, shaggy mohican, chubby cheeks to match my fetus-like face, and clothes that were definitely too tight to be legal. I mean, who was I tryna pull with those low cut v-necks? If anything, I was only pulling the v down lower and lower each day, repulsing the girls as I walked around, displaying my one puny chest hair that I probably pulled from my head to stick on with glue. There was definitely something wrong with me back then.

I wouldn't say that I was the coolest in my class, but I was the coolest. I was the one at the back with the big group of lads, all of us seeing who could disrupt the class the most without being noticed. We failed every time. Despite what we said, the teachers actually did know more than we thought, and were much more attentive than we realised.

I remember when that realisation first dawned on me. We were all just pissing around as usual one Monday morning, I mean who even likes Mondays? Anyway, we soon got interrupted by a knock on our classroom door. Naturally, everyone turned to stare at whoever it was. In walked a teacher with the usual teacher-y grin, praising us for our good work and apologising for interrupting, like they actually gave a fuck. Honey, all teachers do that shit, do something original.

"I'm so sorry for interrupting, Mrs Marshall. Looks like you've got a wonderful class." The teacher smiled all too cheerily for a high school teacher on a Monday morning. Babes, no one's that happy in high school. Ever. But of course, when she said that our class was wonderful, the old hag Mrs Marshall gave us a pointed look at the back, more specifically me. It seemed like she'd only noticed whatever I was doing, or she only chose to take note of what I was doing, ignoring everyone else. I'm telling you now, she had it in for me.

"How can I help you?" Mrs Marshall asked in such a sweet tone, I almost forgot that only moments ago she was raining hellfire on us.
"I'd like to introduce you all to a new student joining your class, so you better be nice." The teacher announced as she moved to the side to reveal a shy girl. Oh this should be fun. "Everyone, meet your new classmate Miss Carter." She announced. "Why don't you go on up to the front of the class to introduce yourself, honey? I'll leave you guys in peace. Great work, guys!" She gave everyone the most cheesiest, unnecessary thumbs up ever, before pretending to creep out of the classroom. Y'know those villains in cartoons that creep around, their backs so hunched over it puts the Hunchback of Notre Dame to shame, their elbows poking out like chicken wings, their knees touching the ceiling. Yeah. That was her.