🌻 Tragedy | MTV Scream

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(Warning: Slight violence)

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Rose woke up to her phone continuously ringing, so she rolled over and answered it without checking who was calling. "Jake, I swear if you are seriously calling me this early I will kill you."

"Ooh." A strange, unfamiliar voice cooed into the phone, causing Rose's eyes to grow wide. "Maybe I should have contacted you sooner. I might have convinced you to join me. Especially with all that anger towards Nina Patterson."

"Who the hell is this?" She questioned, sitting up and reaching under her pillow, and grabbing a knife that's been there since Nina was murdered.

"I'm the one who killed Nina." The voice responded then laughed. "You know, she thought you were a threat. With that sweet smile, the babyface, and the bright blue eyes. She hated you. I guess that hate was returned. Do you know how easily I could pin her murder on you? Especially with that knife under your pillow."

"Why would you do that? What have I ever done to you?" Rose asked, looking out the window.

"Gotta go, Rosie. I'll be seeing you around." The voice replied before the call ended.

Rose threw her phone across her room, before quickly making her way to the kitchen to put the knife back.

"Everything okay?" Brooke questioned making Rose jump.

"Yeah. Everything's fine." Rose nodded before running back to her room.

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"I still haven't heard from Noah." Riley sighed in defeat as the girls stood in front of the mirror in the school bathroom. "Everything was going great on the football field, then he raced off like the McRib was back."

"That's disgusting," Rose muttered, fixing her mascara. "The McRib, not Noah." She quickly clarified.

"He's clearly afraid to make a move, and you're too gorge for these Special Olympics," Brooke commented, searching through her bag for something.

Riley scoffed, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Don't be mean!"

"Not mean," Brooke smirked, finding what she was looking for. "Brutally honest. It's a different shade of mean. Speaking of..." She clicked her tongue, applying a rosy shade of lipstick.

"Is that Nina's?" Rose questioned in shock. "How did you even get that?"

"Someone had to fill the lipstick power vacuum." Brooke shrugged. "Oh, come on." She scoffed at the looks she was getting from Riley and Rose. "She'd love that I was carrying on her legacy. Right, Em?" She looked at her friend in the mirror. "Em?"

"What?" Emma questioned, finally looking up from her phone.

"What is wrong with you?" Brooke turned around to face the fourth girl.

"Seriously, Em. You okay?" Rose questioned, moving to stand next to her.

"It's just..." Emma sighed trailing off.

"You're not still beating yourself up about that Saint Mary's chick, right?" Brooke wondered. "Because I'm sorry for Audrey, but that was not your fault."

"No. It's just..." She sighed again. "I can't believe that Nina's gone, you know."

"She's with us in spirit." Riley smiled.

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"See, Aristotle asked," Mr. Branson spoke as he slammed a drawer to a file cabinet shut. " 'Why are we here? What is the meaning of life in the face of death?"." He continued looking through a stack of papers on his desk.