A continuation of the original fanfiction by @youre_acutie_x.
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"In an elite private school filled with sex, drugs, and corruption, the most popular girl, Megan Ryan mysteriously vanishes. In a turn of interesting revelations...
Chapter 18: i got the things i wanted, it's just not what i imagined
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DANNY
35,064 hours. 1,461 days. Or, to put it simply, four years. But why make it simple when love so rarely is?
I had given Shelby absolutely everything. Every 11:11. Every shooting star. Every birthday wish. Every part of my heart. Every part of my soul. And now, my body.
I was there for her when her best friend went missing. I didn't listen when others called her a bitch. I even stood up for her when my friends made fun of her. I was nothing but my best around her, nothing but my best for her, and after everything, it still wasn't enough.
Shelby wouldn't even look at me, far too occupied with her cuticles to meet my gaze. It just hurt that after all that time, I was still second-best. Second-best to Harry, second-best to Megan, and now second-best to her fucking fingernails.
Even Pip had begun to slip away. My best friend since childhood, the one person who I thought I could always rely on. She had become too busy with Harry to realize I was struggling. If something so significant was bothering Lennon, I'd like to think I would have noticed.
Even though we hadn't spent that much time together lately, she was still my best friend. I hoped that I was still hers because it would really piss me off if Harry had stolen another girl I cared about. I needed to speak with him because his friendship with Lennon had started to make me uncomfortable.
"I've been sleeping with my curtains closed," Kyle addressed the group, "and I haven't seen the guy with the camera since."
The six of us had met after school in the library. We had agreed to team up and catch the photographer Kyle had noticed lurking outside of his bedroom window. We just had to figure out how to do it.
Issy blinked at Kyle dumbfounded, her mouth opening and closing like a fish until she finally pointed out. "How is that supposed to help us catch him in the act?"
Kyle shrugged, "I don't know, but it sure helps me sleep at night."
"It'll help us all sleep at night when some psycho isn't taking pictures of us without our consent," Issy said rolling her eyes. "So just do what we all agreed on and leave your curtains open."
"Yeah, but I sleep naked." Kyle threw his hands in the air as he defended himself.
Everyone let out small 'ews' and noises of disgust except for Lennon, who let out a supportive, "That's understandable. You shouldn't have to compromise your privacy."
Harry's brows drew together. "Just wear briefs for a couple of months, mate. It's not hard."
"A couple of months?" Kyle gasped, "Do you really think this shit will take months?"
My eyes darted towards Shelby, carefully phrasing my answer to Kyle's potentially triggering question. "Megan is dead; the police are suspicious of foul play. This case could continue for years."
