The Kill

"What if we killed someone?" Jack Johnson laughed jokingly.

"Well..." Jack Gilisnky thought it over.

"I have a way..." Smirked Cameron mischievously

"Now now, don't get any ideas" Taylor said firmly.

"Oh relax T, we're just kidding" Johnson smiled.

I just sat there, quietly laughing to myself. Are they really talking about murder again? It's weird, but I have to admit, it's a step up from talking about shit. Literally. It's kinda funny actually, it all started off with me going to a damned party (I didn't even want to, but I did at my friends request) and I ran into this super cute boy who asked me to make out, so me, being the fantabulous person I am, actually made out with him. Then my friend decided it was a good idea to invite ourselves to a boys house with his friends. I'm not gonna lie, these guys are hilarious and not at all creepy. It's great. No drinking, no drugs (although they seem like it), no sex, just hanging out and talking about random things. Just getting to know each other and when that was over, truth or dare. But we didn't even play truth or dare, we just started talking about the stupidest things, which is great. This is my kind of relaxing.

"Have you ever killed someone Alex?" Carter asked me

I giggled a bit, "um, I'm gonna have to go with no... Have you?" Plot twist.

"Ha! No! My conscious is clear." He said cockily.

Everyone laughed, "oh yeah? What about that time you-" Carter cut Matt off, "up-bup-bup-" Carter said in a weird voice, "some things are better left unsaid"

I took that as a sign to not make him mad or something.

Nash walked in the room with a smirk, "I got beer"

Shit. I'm under aged and I've never drank before. I'm only 17, I don't know if this is the best idea...

"Want some?" Carter asked, holding a can of beer out towards me.

Before I could think about it, I took the can and popped it open.

Am I gonna regret this? Probably.
Do I care right now? Not a bit.

He smiled and opened a can for himself.

After my third can (within 20 minutes) my mind went blank.

*nine hours later*

"Seven billion people in the world, and you're overreacting because we killed one man." I tried convincing Hayes

"But-"

"Seven. Billion. People. Now quit the complaining and drink your smoothie."

Hayes looked at me with his mouth wide open and elbow leaning on the red table with his hand facing outwards like a diva.

Nash just sat there beside me in the booth at Booster Juice, trying his best not to laugh.

"So you really killed him?" Hayes looked down

Nash grabbed his hand, "yes lil bro, we killed some random gangster out on the street."

"But in our defence he did threaten to shoot us, so technically it was just self defence and we won't be charged with murder. But all the evidence is gone and nobody can trace it back to us." I sugar coated it.

Hayes' mouth dropped further (if possible). "Not the pigs..."

Nash slouched down as if to hide himself from this conversation.

"NOT THE PIGS!!!" Hayes slammed his hands down on the table.

There was a brief moment of silence and disappointment.

"Yes..." Nash looked up at Hayes with shame, "yes we fed him to the pigs..."