Sang's the 1: Family .vs. Friends (Book 2)

Family .vs. Friends {4}

*Don't hate me too much; this part has not been edited, proofread, re-read, or anything*

Attached: this is what the 'scene' looks like except with the words from {3} instead of the words in the image.... didn't confuse ya did i? yay! 

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Sang's POV

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It took us an entire period to clean away all traces of the blood from the walls and, to save me from the duty, Wil volunteered to get rid of the cat. I went a bit girly and told him to bury it and say a few words of goodbye; it just felt so wrong to do this.

However, it was my job as a 1 to keep my followers safe.

And Wil had known whose locker it was the second he got to my side.

The creepy part was that I hadn't known, but somehow whoever did this knew that the locker belonged to Lucian Taylor.

I could only assume that the perpetrator was trying to send me a message through this. I mean, I didn't know everything about Luke, but I knew he'd never do something this sick.

Wil had used his Nikon to take pictures of every single thing we could see. The wall, the lockers that were open already, the cat inside of Luke's locker, and we even took down notes on everything from the second I saw—and smelled—the scene up until that moment.

I was leaning against the locker hoping the air fresheners we took from Tony would make the smell better before kids started pouring out of their classrooms.

They were all pine scented and shaped like trees so we hung them on all the lockers; if Tony were human, he'd be so ticked at me.

Hearing footsteps, I angled my head to the left and my shoulders automatically relaxed. I would know Wil's footsteps anyway. They were always quieter than most, a bit cautious, and always a bit confident. Fit his personality well, I'd say.

"I buried it—"

"We should have given him a name," I interrupted.

"Okay, I buried Tony—"

I cut in again, "No way Jose, we are not giving a dead feline my car's name."

"Fine Mauricio then."

I giggled, sure that was what Wil wanted me to do anyway. "Why Mauricio?"

"Cause you said we needed to name it. Point is, we've cleaned all traces, and documented everything like we're CSI or something. And I've given Mauricio a proper name. So what now?"

I shook my head and leaned back on the lockers.

"What else can we do other than try and find this person?"

"How do you think we can do that?"

"Bry's studying to be a forensic scientist, isn't he?" I lead him so he could catch my train of thought.

"Yeah, but he's in another state."

"Wil," I began, "come on. We have someone who's studying this stuff. And he's in his next to last year, so he's gotta know some useful stuff by now."

"Okay, so say we tell Bryan everything and, by some miracle, he comes here. Don't we have to have a lab and real technicians and I'm sure we messed up any evidence there was. I mean, maybe not you, but I'm clumsy and anything I picked up, I probably messed up."