𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

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the voices inside of stu's head argued and bickered with each other contemplating what he was about to do. he could hear billy shuffling around downstairs as stu entered the room where both girls were and unsurprisingly they were still passed out. the combination the boys came up last night with minimum knowledge from one science class they took last year on alcohol poisoning and how people with smaller body weight are "lightweights" and become intoxicated faster. which proved to be accurate. 

stu moved to the side of the bed where tatum was laying, her skirt hitched up her leg and her crop top exposed most of her cleavage and the sides of her light blue coloured bra. his eyes were locked onto the sleeping form of his girlfriend, his eyes avoided her face and stared directly at her torso his mind imagining all of nights filled with the...car...sex. of course that was the only thing he though of in regards to someone he was supposed to love, his school sweetheart. 

that he was about to murder in cold blood then toss her body in the woods behind his house leaving her corpse to rot in the warm california autumn weather. 

for a moment stu pondered about her and how he was about to execute her. his pointer finger was still on the metal trigger gently pressing the end of the barrel to the center of her pale forehead. before pulling it. the recoin was more aggressive than what he was expecting it was so aggressive the boy thought his shoulder may have been dislocated. the bullet shot straight into tatum's head, blood filling up her skin dripping out of her scalp onto the white cotton pillows and sheets underneath her dead body. 

sidney on the opposite side of the bed shot straight up the ear-deafening sound practically millimeters from her shocking her wide awake. mind you, no one had earplugs placed in to muffle the noise. sidneys eyes were wide open and lungs panting for air. the anxiety clawing as her sweaty temples. her eyes shifted to the figure that stood out like a sore thumb. and, to her surprise and utter bewilderment there was stu, with a gun in his hands and the blood from tatum's arteries and veins stained his clothes.

the stu sidney believed was the class clown and always getting into trouble had just murdered his girlfriend and the malice look in his eyes was looking right into her bugged eyed ones. 

"stu-" sidney pleaded throwing the sheets off her, the sheets stuck to her sweaty body like feathers on honey and they felt like they weighed four and a half tons. she didn't know what to do in her frantic state of mind but her instincts told her to run. 

and run and run as fast as she could. 

"now listen sidney, i wish i didn't have to do this." stu spoke the gun focused on her head. there was no way she'd be able to escape. she was wedged between the wall and stu who was blocking the door. there was no hope in opening that window behind her it would take too long to open it and he would shoot her dead right then and there. 

"please, stu." sidney pleaded as tears formed in her eyes. a brief memory of her family passed her mind, a family portrait. "please don't kill me" her bottom lip quivered a single tear dripping form her left eye. there was no other way out she had drawn the conclusion. sidney's breathing was ragged and edged "please, i'll do anything."

"i don't really want to kill you." his voice was sarcastic, waving the gun carelessly around his finger still laying on top of the trigger almost mocking the girl knowing he had an advantage over her. and advantage that could kill her. and he planned on doing just that. "butttttttttt" he dragged out his words his larger figure towering over the girls even from a small distance away. "if i don't kill you my secrets will come out." the tone in his voice was low and mysterious. it was the voice he spoke to the teachers when he was about to pull some prank that usually involved the fire alarm going off. but this time, his voice sounded like there hostility in it and this wasn't like the normal stu.

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