Children of a Murderer

𝓞𝓝𝓔 - 𝓒𝓛𝓐𝓡𝓐

"Okay class, remember! Everyone remember this grade is 60% of your grade! You might want to reconsider failing," Dr. Fredricks yelled, snapping everyone back. 

I was very bored of science. I was the top of my class, so I wasn't really worried about this grade. I opened up the testing screen while Dr. Fredricks was warning everyone about cheating. He began passing out the paper test, I heard a couple of kids groan and sigh. It must've been a harder test.

When the test got to me, I took one look at it and knew it would be a breeze. Calculating density was the first question. I answered the questions in my record time, handing it in to Dr. Fredricks and closing my testing screen. I felt a couple of jealous stares on me, but I knew better than to care. I had been through worse.

Dr. Fredrick continued observing our test. Eventually the last test was turned in and everyone had the rest of class as a free period. I went to the corner and pulled out a book, my usual spot when we were taking exams. I tucked my redhair behind my ears and read quietly. I heard the roars of the boys (most likely catcalling a girl). But then everything went silent.

I don't know why that day was different. Maybe it was the actions I had taken during the day. Maybe I wasn't interested in enough books and spoke to a different person.

But a boy came up to me and sat down. I didn't recognise him, which was weird. I didn't think much of it and shifted my gaze back down to my book. 

"Agatha Christie?" the boy asked. I showed him the cover and continued to read. "Good book. Mystery books are my favorite," he continued. Whoever he was, completely missed the memo of leave-me-alone. 

"I'm William Afton, but you can call me Will," he stated. "What's your name?"

"Clara Emily," I answered, keeping my gaze on my book. 

"Well you seem like a person with a great personality," Will said sarcastically. I couldn't help but grin a bit before setting the book down.

"What do you want?" I asked. 

Will looked at me confused. "What do you mean?" he asked, seeming genuinely confused.

"Oh come on. Everyone wants something. If you want answers, it's a no," I sighed, eyeing him. 

Will had electric blue eyes, almost as if they were made of ice. His jet black hair and pale skin just enhanced them even more. He was what was considered handsome with his cheekbones and sharp jaw. He was such a beautiful sight to look at- wait. Clara. What on Earth are you thinking?

He chuckled. I scrunched my nose. He immediately dropped his smile. "Oh you're serious," he said. I nodded. "Well I was just looking for a friend."

"You talk to the most anti-social person in the class so you can have a friend?" I questioned. "I don't quite think it works like that, Will." He smiled softly, letting out a small laugh.

"I thought you were pretty," He admitted, his pale face turned a bit red. It was my turn to laugh.

"Nobody likes a redhead," I stated.

"I guess I'm a nobody," he grinned.

I felt my stomach flip over, exactly like it was stated in the movies and romance novels. I felt quite silly, but Will seemed fine. 

"What exactly did you want?" I asked.

"Like I said, a friend," Will answered. "Most of the boys are pricks and most of the girls are attention whores. You are different."

"How exactly do you know I'm not a whore?" I teased, Will just smiled back.

"Whores don't read Agatha Christie," he answered. 

I shrugged. "Maybe I'm in disguise," I said, making a funny wind noise.

"I'm willing to take that risk," he shrugged back. "Worst thing that happens is we end up strangers again." I nodded. I only knew Will for about fifteen minutes and I already wanted to continue speaking with him. What a strange and unusual day this is.

The rest of class we laughed and shared many stories. My favorite one of his was the story about how he broke his arm when he was four. I was very confused until he said, "Dad dropped a block of firewood on my arm. Being a four year old, I was obviously weak." Which I responded, "Are you sure you're strong now?" and earned a playful punch.

Will was different. He was actually just here to have a laugh and bond with me. He meant every word. By the end of the class I was dreading Algebra. I didn't want t have to put up with my twin brother, Henry Emily, and the rest of those girls obsessed with him. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" Will asked when the bell rung. I had a smile pasted on my face and I could tell Will did too.

"Yeah," I grinned, before the wave of sadness took over. I grabbed my bag and made my way to Algebra with Ms. Fitz. I missed Will. Which is silly because I just met him and only spoke to him for an hour, but that was longer than I had ever spoken to anyone. Even my own parents and brother.

I entered the algebra room and immediately wished I hadn't. "OH FUCK CANT YOU DO THAT ANYWHERE ELSE?" A unlucky girl like me screamed. 

a/n: also you guys are getting every one of these every sunday, i just thought id give you something early