book 3 of 4
have you ever hated someone so badly you just wanted to shoot them dead? yeah, well, be careful what you fucking wish for.
let's get one thing straight, when bianca prescott wrote up that hit list, she never intended on actually murderin...
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There was something comforting in how the darkness encompassed the earth.
Bianca thought she could feel it vibrating somehow, whispering in a way her ears could not hear. It made her feel small but in a good way. Like she was just one little speck in a tiny moment to the constellations, who witnessed centuries and millennia before her.
Like all her problems paled in comparison to the stretch of the sky where it met the sea. They were what she turned to back on the island when the nightmares kept her up. Their pattern seemed so fixed and yet ever-changing.
Even now, as she lay on the floor of Elena's father's Wakesetter, Bianca couldn't tear her gaze away. The two girls passed a bottle of vodka between each other, which they stole from the alcohol cabinet.
Elena knew her father would be pissed when he realized it was missing, and that Bianca was most likely a bad influence on her but she couldn't bring herself to care. This day was the most fun she had in... well, forever.
"You're not that scary, you know that?" Elena turned her head to glance at the girl.
"Thanks," Bianca deadpanned sarcastically after taking another swig of the tequila bottle. It stopped burning her throat a while ago.
Elena giggled, watching the way the earth turned on its axis. Or maybe, she was just wasted with the spins, "No, I'm serious. Like, everyone makes you out to be this like, big bad wolf, and that you're going to ruin their life or something. But you're not. You're just-"
Bianca's nose wrinkled, passing the bottle back, "I could totally ruin your life if I wanted to."
"Ha-ha," Elena mocked, pausing before the bottle touched her lips. "Wait, you're kidding... Right?"
"No," Bianca closed her eyes when she started to feel like she was floating. "First, I'd hack your emails. Then, I'd create several fake social media accounts which I would use to mount a multi-pronged smear campaign to drive a wedge between you and everything you love. Then, I'd get several credit cards in your name and embark on a massive identity theft scheme that would leave you bankrupt, and with any luck at all, facing criminal charges," She shrugged. "That's what I'd do."
