Haze

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine
Party Time

Y/n's POV

"You sure you're okay to go to school today, Y/n?" Asmo asked as we took our seat on the bus. I sighed and looked down at the jacket I had in my hands, "Yeah."
Asmo frowned, resting his hand on top of mine, "Whatever happened, it wasn't your fault. Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked, his voice a calming tone. I kept my eyes locked on the jacket that Mammon left last night, "I-It was an accident. I don't know what happened. I just got so angry. I never want to get that angry again Asmo." I stammered, my scared expression turning to look at him.

"You knew those photos were in there. That's why you were angry right?" He asked, my face turning to shock. He gave me a reassuring smile, "It's okay. I wouldn't have known how to talk about it either."
I turned away from him, feeling guiltier, "I'm sorry... I wanted to tell you..."

"The cops found 'em. I think there's going to be an investigation. I don't know what's going to happen." Asmo said, looking a little concerned.

"I'm sorry Asmo..."

"Stop apologizing! Feel bad because it's a shitty situation. Not because it's your fault, okay?"

I turned away from him, gripping the jacket in my hands closer to me.
The bus stopped and we all piled out. I saw Mammon waiting for me beside a big oak tree. We locked eyes and he started walking over to me.

"Did he die?" Mammon asked, his voice low.

"No." I sighed, walking into the school with him.

"You uh- left your jacket at my house last night, here..." I said and handed him his jacket.

Mammon took it and slipped it on, glancing over at me, "You sure yer alright? We could ditch school and watch TV or somethin'."

"No, I'm fine. I promise." I said, staring at the ground as we walked.
Silence consumed us for a few minutes until I looked up at him, lips quivering. "Do you.. Think I'm a bad person?"

Mammon's expression softened, "No Y/n, 'course not." He threw his arm around my shoulder. "Sometimes... Sometimes some fuckers have it comin'"

We walked into the school and saw a huge crowd surrounding Mr. Pritchett's room. "Woah. What's going on?" I asked the girl beside us.

"Somebody broke into the school last night and killed Mr. Pritchett's pet bunny." The girl frowned. My jaw dropped, "What?! Last night? Who'd kill a bunny?"

The girl looked Mammon up and down, "I have an idea." She glared then stormed away with her friends.

Mammon's expression turned to an angered one as he stared daggers at the girl walking away.

"Mr. Merrit!" The principal called out as she walked towards us. "Would you please come to my office?" Mammon's jaw tensed and his eyebrows furrowed, "What the fuck?! You think I did this?" He snapped, staring the principal down.

"Is this your graffiti on the lockers? You were in the building last night?" She crossed her arms, expression stone cold.

"Well...Yeah, I mean, I did that, but...I didn't kill that fuckin' rabbit!" He shouted.