My Darling Psychopath

Chapter One: "The Beginning of The End."

Hey everyone, I'm Jae and this is my first Wattpad story. I basically wanted to apologise if you notice any grammar or spelling mistakes throughout - this is a new form of writing that I am not entirely used to. Think of it as a, trial and error. Please do not jump to conclusions and judge me for my little mistakes - as I said before, this is a trial and error, if I do decide to continue this story than all little blips will most definitely be fixed.
Other than that — I hope you enjoy my story!

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Chapter One:
The Beginning of The End.
Part One: 'Pilot.'

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Lola Davidson.
That was my name.
I remember each and every part of the final five years of my life. I'm here to tell you my story.
My friends and my family, the press and the cops, have their own separate theories of what really happened.
But here is the truth, and here is the final parts of me.

It began on the final day of school.
It was the end of my senior year, which meant, college, work, my adulthood was going to begin.

The final day consisted of getting back our exam results. Me and my friends were.. Let's say pretty damn clever. I used to study until I would drop into a deep sleep. Revision wasn't boring for me, the curiosity of how far I could get myself is what would eager me to continue.

      My family and my friends said, the curiosity of life, the mystery would someday kill me.
Of course, they were correct.
Reading a book for example, I would read the cover, the blurb, the prologue, then I would be hooked. The curiosity would often lead me to the final pages within hours.
If somebody told me about an old mystery, I would be on the case right away. I would wish to know what happened, when it happened, why it happened and who it happened to.
I was keen to know, everything, about everything.

The final day of school began like usual. Head to a lesson, say goodbye to that teacher and those classmates - and then do the same within the next class.
Absolutely everyone was awaiting for those grade results, everybody shared their own feelings, excitement, worry, sadness.
But there was always one person within my English class who intrigued me and, practically the entire school.
     He didn't seem pleased like the rest of the students. Not one sign of happiness from the thought of school being over - revealed.
Some people say, he's messed up. Fucked up. But no, I doubted that. You can't judge a book by its cover, can you? No! I had never judged a person in my life - getting to know them and who they are is much more prettier than jumping to conclusions.
A lot of girls found Marshall sexy, yes, that was his name. Marshall Dixon. A light brunette, wandering eyes and a killer stare. Literally.
His hairline was sharp and precise, the longer part of his hair was always gelled over - without fail, he always looked smart. I couldn't remember a time I didn't see him without a bit of time and effort put into his appearance.
A lot of the usual bimbos wanted a piece of him, I mean.. Back then, I definitely did too - but other girls, they're a little bit more OUT there than others. They would flirt, prance around with their boobs on show, smothering him.
There was only one or two occasions I had heard he hooked up with them, but other than that, he didn't have a girlfriend, he didn't have... anything. Even though his broad shoulders and some-what fit self was muscular enough to play for the school teams, he never took to them.
I would often see him turn away some of the players from the school sport teams offering him space as a captain - WITHOUT auditioning to be. My friends and I always thought maybe that's not just who he is - but others considered it to be a 'playing hard to get' act. But nope, he simply wasn't interested.

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I swung my locker door open - collecting and boxing up all of my remaining belongings. It was cute, and pretty. Feminine with girly photos glued to the tin like steel. As I took each cut-out down and each little Polaroid photo, I smiled to myself, reminiscing on the days that would soon be gone.
There was one of me and my friends, at the local beach, all jumping up. Traditional and clichè, of course - but back then we thought we were all from High School Musical. Well, we wanted to be that is. I was in the middle, long wavy brunette hair, little face and tiny body. One of my best friends to the left, Kaitlin Bateman, was always the prettiest of the four of us. She had medium length blonde hair, with the bluest eyes I had ever seen. She was naturally pale but fake tanned often, but she never failed to make herself presentable.
Joanna Wilkins was my other best friend, she was sweet hearted. She was a little bigger than the rest of us - but her face is what pulled many, many of guys. I think back and see her deep brunette hair and deep brown-chocolaty eyes. Her make-up skills made everyone jealous, I mean, her smokey eye was the bomb back then.
My third and final friend was Aimee Harrison, she was smart, yet cocky. Often one of us girls would have to pinch her arm to get her to stop scaring guys away. Although - she did pull a lot of boys herself.
Even though we were smart, some said beautiful - we did have a few guys from time to time wanting our numbers. The three would without fail give it up, me, well.. I had a boyfriend. So yes, I would decline.