I'D KILL FOR YOU

CHAPTER 1: THE FIRST LOOK

I stepped into the classroom and everyone stopped talking, of course they did,

Your late! Why? asked the stern faced Mrs smith

I simply shrugged my shoulders and went to take my seat at the back next to Sam.

I love you he whispered, I nodded and carried on texting

My house, tonight, party. Invite only. No males. Anyone fancy a little Ouija board?

I sent the massage to my closet friends. Immediately about 4 phones went off. This pushed Mrs smith over the edge.

I AM HERE TO TEACH YOU THE ART OF ENGLISH,IF YOU ARE GOING TO TURN UP LATE, TEXT IN MY CLASS, OR IGNORE MY LESSON. WHAT IS THE POINT OF ME BEING HERE?

And with that, she picked up her bag and left the room. I never liked her anyway. I stood up and went to sit on Casey's desk.

Got my message? I asked, my house tonight, I think it's time we did a little talking to the dead.

Aliana are sure you want to bring this up again? Casey asked, with pleading eyes.

Come on, case, it was three years ago, it wasn't your fault. I replied, I was determined to do this.

She finally gave in. I smiled and walked off to Sam, he was talking to his friends. When he realized I was beside him he smiled and pulled me onto his lap. I gave a girlish giggle and kissed him, his tongue entered my mouth, explored it, our tongues met.

Please return to your seats, Aliana Sandro, Sam Dasco, please see me in my office, NOW!

It was the principle. We parted and walked out of the classroom. As we approached the office, I pulled him towards me and I was pushed against the wall and our tongues interlocked.

I heard footsteps down the corridor and I immediately parted myself from him. As the principle walked past, I got a deafening look. We entered the office and sat down on the two cushioned chairs which stood opposite the daunting chair which held Principle Knight.

We have a strict no intimacy rule here, I am deeply disappointed. And where was Mrs smith? he asked

She left sir, I replied, she just yelling then left.

Knight gave a huff of anger and left his office. Without thought I got up too and left.

Finally the school bell rung at 3:00pm and I didn't hesitate before I stormed out of history and went to my locker. There I met casey and my other friends and headed to my house.

Let the fun begin.

The lights were switched off as we all took hands. The candle which stood in the middle of our circle was lit. It gave off a dim light that flickered with every breath, the wax dripped down the edge of the candle, burning hot wax. The large grandfather clock, situated behind me, chimed twelve times. I stared into the flame and concentrated on her. The candle blew out and my left hand was squeezed tightly and the released. I thought I heard my name being called Aliana. After what felt like hours the lights flickered back on and an ear piercing scream came from my right. I looked to my left to find a large carving knife sticking out of my friend's chest. Blood dripped from the knife onto the beige carpet beneath where she lay. My hands shaking with fear, I picked up my phone and called the police.

The police arrived in minutes and started taking photos, placing markers where there were 'clues'. A sexy detective ushered me into a quiet room. He had muddy brown hair which flopped over his sparkling icy blue eyes. He asked me the usual questions: name, age, dead person connection. But I wanted to know his name.

What's your name?

Detective Langford.

No, your actual name?

William Langford.

I gave a sly smile and if by coincidence my mom grabbed my arm and pulled me away, my parents were distraught to find out that there was a murder in their house. My mom came up to me and took me by the arm and dragged me out the house. I helplessly did nothing. That night we stayed in a motel. It was crap and stunk of shit. But I got my own room so I could do my research.

Detective Langford

I typed into google, the first link that came up was the police department of Westmount, Canada. But the information was protected.

William Langford

This time his Facebook page came up. It said he was a detective, had a dog and was single. Perfect. With a little more digging I managed to find his address: 13 saints lane. I laid back in my bed and looked up to the roof. It had a massive growing mould patch. Yuck. It made me feel sick.

I immediately got up and left the motel, my parents wouldn't've cared if I had died. I got in their car and drove to Sam's house. I knew his parents were out tonight, so it would just be me and him. And luckily enough he answered. I spontaneously pressed my lips onto his, with the shear of my force of my manoeuvre, he took a few steps back. I slammed the door shut behind me with my foot, our lips still connected. We only got as far as the sofa before he started to remove my top, then I slipped his top over his head and started to unbuckle his belt of his jeans. It was just me in my black lacy thong and matching bra and Sam in his small white pants. I liked his small white pants. I pulled a condom out the top draw of the coffee table, god knows why it was here, I gave it to then pulled down his pants, he undid my bra and then he slipped his hands down my thong and pulled it down my legs. Our naked bodies entwined.

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K.D XX