TW: MENTION OF RAPE
Rookie Chandler
The halls were eerily quiet this morning. At first I'd thought someone died, that was until someone kept glaring at me. Then one person turned into everyone glaring at me.
I was the School loner—of course I was getting stares! But it felt odd this time. Like I had done something wrong.
Existing, maybe? Yep. That'll do it!
I had no friends to gossip about this, so I was bound to either find out for myself or find out through everyone's favourite thing; social media.
Didn't take me long, though.
As soon as I stepped into the english corridor...all hell broke loose.
"Hey, that's him there!"
"Do you actually think he did it?"
"Some courage to be a murderer around here."
Did it? Murderer?!
Whoever these people were—and whatever they heard—was really going to flip my already flipped world upside down. Twice as much as it already is.
Everyone was staring at me like if I looked at them they would burn. Was it the death glare I unnoticeably gave? The resting bitch face? Because I'm quiet? What could it possibly fucking be?!
"Hey! Chandler!" A whisper came from one of the classrooms. Oh. Great. I rolled my eyes at the sound.
"It's me, Vinny." At least I don't have to worry about some random perv trying to sneak up on me! Maybe. I just couldn't help but wonder why he said his last name instead of his first, really.
Without hesitation, and pleading for answers I was unwillingly wanting to know, I skipped into the classroom. Where Will was pacing back and forth and pulling at his hair.
"Woah, what's up with you? You look like you saw a ghost. Like everyone else out there," I pointed out. "Yeah? Well guess what, Rookie, you and I are in deep, deep shit right now! Do you understand?!" He violently whispered. I held up my hands.
"Woah to you too, I do not know why we're in deep, deep shit, clearly it's not good, though! So, tell me!" I whispered back in the same tone. Almost pleading.
"Because people are accusing you for murdering your dad!" He said a little louder.
Murdering my Dad?!
"Huh? Who on earth came up with that?! Where are they getting this from!" I shouted in disbelief. Will shrugged but had a face that said something or
someone was trying to fuck with us.
"I don't know!" He screeched. Then I remembered that he said We are in deep shit.
"What about you then? Did you kill your father too?" I said without thinking. His face fell, the colour drained right out of it.
"So, you did?!" He stepped back. "What—no! I was just saying, like, did you get accused of that too?"
"Nuh uh, way worse, if you can believe that." I gave him a questioning look.
"They think I raped Stella."
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