Death's Bitter Embrace (#Wattys2015)

Act II, Chapter XIII: Douchebags

You know, some say that it's hard being ugly since no one understands what your going through and no one sees through it all to get to know you, I think it is harder being pretty, every girl falls to their knees for you just for looks, not personality, no-one says 'OMG Katie, such and such's personality is amazing.' I wrote in my English essay that Mr Swelan just gave out 10 minutes ago, the topic was on whether looks run the world in today's society.

Alex was sitting beside me as she enrolled in the same school as I did when we had met, mainly because it was closer to where she lived and closer to 'the job' but I wondered if that was just it, or, was there more to it? Talk about dedication. Alex had good looks, in fact very good looks, she had all the guys crawling over her, even that mutt, Rory McDouchebag, the one that decided he'd ruin my life and sleep with Heather.

After writing six rushed pargraphs in a half hour I hand the essay in to Mr Tight-Ass—I had a nickname for most people in my school, there was Mrs 'I just got married and get to give my students tons of homework becuase I will never have sex again' and Mr 'I studied at Melbourne University so I know everything...even though I am not that smart and only got a 72.35 ATAR.' Mr Swelan graded it on the spot, I was surprised on the grade he gave me, an A+ , since all other class'mates' had finished, I sat down and got silently judged by those whom didn't get such a good mark as mine.

Alex got an A- with her essay, she didn't seem jealous or upset that I had gotten a better mark than her but there is no way of knowing what she is hiding. Just about every guy in the class (there were 17 in a class of 32) came up to Alex and asked for her number, tried to hit on her, asked her for sex or gave her their numbers and walked off with nothing more, she rejected half of them with kind regards, and the other half, with insults, punches and one foolish guy even got both...and a broken nose.

McDouchebag was following Alex around like a lost puppy without a home, he wanted to use her, he wanted to have his fun with her then throw her away like a broken toy, he was always asking her 'non-challontly' to come back to his house and chill—in his mind, chill meant sex and his house meant his bed—Heather had told me of the stuff he did to her after they broke up, she had told me of the stuff he did when they were together before she was murdered—which was worse by far. I didn't want that to happen to Alex, to my Alex.

"My Alex? She isn't mine yet. Yet? Why am I saying 'my' and 'yet' like she is a possession, like I am already going out with her? Stop it, stop it, STOP IT." I question and argue in my head simultaneously, saying 'my Alex' in my head over and over and over again. At one point 'my Alex' slipping out of my mouth, stunning myself. Alex turned on her heal, smiled and replied with a peculiar sentence.

"Just go with it." Then she pulls me close and kisses me—tongue and all—I do as she said and went along with it, kissing her back, not with tongue because that would give off something that I don't particularly want to give her, I am playing hard to get...for reasons, reasons which I did not know. After a full minute of kissing Rory finally left and she stopped kissing me a couple seconds later. It was all a cover, to make Rory McDouchebag go away, She played her cards well. I tumbled back to earth as I fell from the bliss she had awoken in me when Alex had kissed me.

    Cal, my best mate, the only person who knows me for who—more rather what I am, who knows what I do, why I do it, and how I do it. He and I are very much the same, except he doesn't kill, he tortures, he tortures not for a lesson, but for fun, as I said very much like me. He, Cal strode up to Alex and I and...asked her for her number, I knew he would do that, I have known him way to long to know he doesn't hesitate in trying to get laid.

    Cal then nods his head at me and was about to leave when he said something, something that made me smile. "Party at Rory's house tonight and we are invited—for the record invited means crashing. If you didn't get the hint, we're crashing his party tonight, getting wasted and getting laid." He said as if I get my 'par-tay' on regularly. Getting drunk and laid wasn't my style, but it's a bit of fun, so tonight, I let all my inhibitions go.

    I look at Alex, then back to Cal, I nod and say "we'll be there" and with that Cal turns and walks off to another girl, presumably he was going to ask for her number too, he didn't get her number—I knew this because after she had walked off he hung his head.

    This is going to be exciting, Rory would pay for what he did to me, for what he did to Heather, for what he has done to all the strange weird people like me. He will learn a lesson not to fuck with Dante Wolf Quill.

    Rory Evans, I am coming for you. But first some issues need to be addressed