Pretty Girls Make Graves

𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏

Mid way thought the film, the principal came into our lesson and informed as that each of us would have an interview with the police. My heart sank, I had forgotten about Casey for a short time, while I was with Billy messing around. I sank down in my seat, feeling the weight of eyes land on me. My leg began to bounce nervously under the table. What if the police don't believe me? I already had an interview with them, what happens if I forgot what i said last time and end up changing it a bit? My heart began racing faster. What if they thought i was the one who killed both of them? What would Paul and Sandra say? What would everyone say? I would have to move schools, no I would have to move house, even state, maybe even country. I jumped up, my thoughts rushing through my head, and stormed out of the classroom and out into the corridor. I didn't hear anyone call after me. I doubt anyone did. They wouldn't care. I rushed towards the toilets but collided with a cloaked figure. I gripped their arm and shoved them out the way. As i looked to see who it was, I yelled hysterically. It was someone dressed up in the same ghost outfit i saw the night before. The person jumped back laughing at my reaction. I held my hand over my mouth and carried on running to the toilets. "WHAT THE HELL?" Someone yelled down the corridor. I didn't leave time to work out who they were yelling at.

I hurried into a cubicle, my whole-body trembling uncontrollably. I sat down on the toilet seat and closed my eyes, trying to focus on slowing down my breathing. I thought of my favourite song and began to recite the lyrics over and over. "OH, oh oh oh fifteen minutes with you" I stammered struggling to breathe properly. "Well, I wouldn't say no, oh the people said that you were virtually dead, and they were so wrong" My breathing eventually began to slow down the more I sang. "Fifteen minutes with you, oh I wouldn't say no, oh people said you were easily led, oh they were half right, oh they, oh they were half right" I sang, my breathing becoming settled and a more tuneful tone coming out. There was a quiet creak as the door to the toilets opened. Shit I hope they didn't hear me singing, I thought. I put my head in my hands to minimise the loudness of my crying. In the end you could still hear it, it was just slightly muffled. The person walked over to the sink and washed their hands. "It's time the tale were told..." I heard them mumbling. It was a male voice. I hadn't ran into the male toilets had I? I had done that before and- "Of how you took a child and made him old. It's time the tale were told, of how you took a child and made him old" The voice sang. I fell silent, they definitely heard me. "You made him old" I murmured still sing in a song tune. "Oh reel around a fountain, slap me on the patio, I'll take it now" He sang back, his voice growing louder. "Oh oh oh oh! Fifteen minutes with you, I wouldn't say no-" We both sang at the same time. He laughed and then knocked on my cubicle door. "Kenzie, I didn't know you liked The Smiths" He said. I wiped away my tears and cracked open the cubicle door. There revealed Billy standing in the door way, his face growing concerned when he saw me. "Yeah I love them, what are you doing here?" I asked, he should be in lesson not with me. He raised his arms, annoyed. "Sweetheart, you just ran out of class crying. I wanted to make sure you were ok" I blushed heavily. "Sorry" I apologised. "Also" He pointed to the toilet sign that read 'men's toilets'. "Well I wasn't really in the right state of mind to look at the signs" I mumbled.

A wave of a memory washed over me as I stared at Billy leant with his back against a sink. "You really don't remember me, do you?" He asked fascinatedly gazing at me trying to recall the memory. "Wait- we met a couple of years back? Didn't we?" I stated, sounding unsure. He nodded "Yep. You were running away from your mum and hid in the men's toilets, where I was hiding" He recalled without hesitation. I continued gazing at him, his face from three years ago began to form in my mind. It was him alright, he'd just cut his hair shorter and was a lot taller. He looked even more attractive from the last time I saw him, his jawline more refined and eyes a darker shade of brown. "Earth to Kenzie" He waved his hand in front of my face. I blushed heavily and smiled. "Yeah, I remember you alright. I can't believe you remembered me. I mean it's been three years and I look completely different-" I said, surprised. Billy's face grew serious, and he made complete eye contact with me. "I'd never forget you, Kenzie." He said sternly. I looked away uncomfortably and glanced over at the clock on the wall. 10:45. We still had fifteen minutes till break and there was certainly no point in going back to lesson. I silently sat on a sink beside Billy, thinking of what to say to break the awkward silence.

"Kenzie." Billy said eventually, breaking up the long silence. "Yeah?" I nodded sweetly. He moved closer to me, his brown eyes gazing straight into my blue ones. "I love you" He mumbled quietly so I could just about hear him. I froze as he swept a piece of blonde hair out of my face. "I've never stopped thinking about you since we first met. It doesn't matter if it was three years ago, for all of an hour. What matters is that i want you to know that I love you. I'd do anything for you." He said, beginning to sound slightly possessive. My expression fell, as I said nothing, processing what he had said. Billy's eyes flickered over me, searching for any sign of emotion. "Say something, sweetheart." He whispered, growing nervous. I looked away, scratching my head. "Sorry." I said, still not saying anything remotely helpful to him. "It's just been a long two days, you know? I was almost murdered last night, my cousin was. I literally started school yesterday in a town that i can't even find a fucking record shop. Now the boy I bumped into from three years ago is telling me how much he loves me. When can I add has a girlfriend!" I scoffed wildly releasing my emotions. I was very pissed off with him. Yes, I had developed a slight feeling for him, but he has a girlfriend! Also why did he choose now to tell me? Literally the day after I'd nearly been murdered, my cousin died and straight after having a damn panic attack in the toilet! Billy looked longingly at me, his expression looking like he'd just been slapped in the face. He grumpily mumbled something and left the toilets. I stood there lost. I had no idea what just happened and if I should keep it to myself or tell someone before Sydney's heart gets broken even harder.