He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 172: A Healthy Amount of Blood

[A/N] Hello my darlings !  I nearly forgot to update this book on Wattpad and went and had a sleep without checking....  My brain is not pique sharpness.  (๑' ͈ ~ ͈ '๑)  

I give this chapter..... 🚞🚞 1/5 cliffs!

(Hopefully this is correct.)

The three of us stood in front off his office where Marsh was laying on the floor with his mouth wide open, his cheeks as hollow as a corpse, but a whistling noise coming from his noise each time he breathed out, and a low drilling when he breathed in.

It looked like he had gotten up and tried to take a few streps to the door, opened it, and then slid down to the floor and turned on his side. 

It was weird because even with him all slack jawed and drooling, passed out on the floor, walking in his office still felt like putting a knife to my throat. A part of me panicked wordlessly in the back of my head, the illogical fear bubbling up in my stomach that he would wake up and have even more on me because I'd done this and I'd have to let everything go to hell just because I was too selfish to take the other option, the one that made my stomach squeeze and threaten to revolt.

"Is it so bad that I wish he was dead?" These words, surprisingly, came from Atlas, who was frowning at the crumpled sleeping figure.

Jacob glanced at him, and then his eyes slid to me.  "How many did you give him?"

I stilled and wrung my hands together awkwardly. "Um, like, the whole bottle?"

He stared at me, the PE hall was deathly quiet, it was both comfortable and a little nerve-wracking because every time we spoke or the sound of our footsteps hit the floor there was a chance that if someone was approaching we might just miss the sound of them coming.

"How many were in the bottle."

"Big bottle... Unopened. So like. A hundred? Tiny pills though, super small uncoated ones..."

I looked at Atlas, he had both eyebrows raised. "Dude that sounds like poison."

I shrugged, feeling a little defensively irritable. "It's not like he'd drink the whole coffee in one go. And they were tiny anyway!"

"What was your plan with this? What if he didn't drink the coffee, what if the pills didn't work?"

I shrugged again, a weaker shrug, feeling slightly uneasy. "I guess I'd... cross that bridge when I came to it..."

I thought I saw the both of their expressions darken briefly, and the exchanged look they gave made me feel like I was in trouble.

"I'm-" I swallowed. "I'm glad you aren't mad at me..." I whispered. "I thought you'd be annoyed at me or something..."

The replying silence made my stomach flip nervously. I'd expected at least Atlas to say something teasing or anything really, but instead the both of them glanced at each other again, and faced Marsh again.

"I was... going to take pictures of him like... doing some weird shit."

I thought Jacob would frown at me and shake his head and make a remark about how ridiculous a decision this was to take but he did not.

"Like what?" Jacob asked smoothly.

"Uh, not totally sure. I didn't think it would work, I think, so I was kind of... trying not to hope for too much, or think about it..."