College Fiend [A$AP Rocky]

Twenty-nine

No one had ever asked me to marry them before. Not in real life, and not in dreams. In case of the latter, someone who’d ask me to marry them would probably have gotten down on their knees and opened a velvet black box to reveal a shiny diamond ring, and would pop an infamous question followed by “I do” from someone, whether it be me or the little part inside of me that wanted fairytale love.

Instead, I was asked by a distressed man, a man who the person I was supposed to love warned me about, saying that he was up to no good (rightfully so). My fiancée was bent over a steering wheel, heartbroken and guilty of giving me HIV. He was the father of a baby inside of me. He was crazy. And so was I.

“I have too much to forgive you for,” I’d told him a few moments after he asked me to be his wife.

“I don’t have too many secrets left up my sleeve, I promise.” He replied. And now, he was in the midst in telling me one of the few secrets he still had yet to reveal, the one that would wrap this situation up in any other normal situation, but knowing our lives, there was much more to tell. Still, I listened with keen interest to his story.

“Do you remember that documentary I told you about a long time ago? The one called ‘Stop the Deceit’?” Quincy asked.

“Yeah, that was the one you watched in your freshman year, the one that made you want to start conning.” I remembered.

“That one, yeah. I told you that a group of juniors put it together for their Social Studies class. After watching the documentary, I knew I wanted to con, but I was still a little wary of the consequences. The video didn’t focus a lot on the consequences con-men had to pay, just on the things they did and how to watch out for it. So I went up to one of the girls that helped make the video, whose name was Faith, and I asked her a load of questions about conning. I wasn’t too discreet about it, either.” Quincy explained. He paused to make a turn, and only then did I realize that I didn’t know where we were going.

“She soon realized that I was asking because I wanted to actually try out the stunts, and she threatened to tell. This girl was a big kiss-up, so I didn’t doubt she would go and tell any authority. To prevent her from doing it, I, sort of, seduced her. The only reason I was able to get her to sleep with me, being a freshman, was because no boy would ever like her anyway. She'd only had sex one time, which she told me, and I'm assuming that's where she got HIV from, because I contracted the disease from her. After that happened, she promised not to tell. But I overheard her telling one of her friends a week later that she would tell her father I raped her.”

“That’s even worse than her telling about you wanting to rob people.” I interjected.

“I know,” Quincy said after stopping at a red light. “That’s why I killed her.”

The light stayed red. I stayed quiet. No breathing. Nothing.

I half expected it, but I guess after so long, I’d forgotten to be wary of North America’s Most Wanted. Quincy killed somebody. It was pretty obvious; he had the look of a murderer in his eyes from the very moment I met him. The biggest shock, though, was that there was more to the story. He wasn’t finished; his lips were slightly parted and he was looking at me as if waiting for permission to go on. I closed my eyes and looked away and soon enough his voice returned.

“I wasn’t stupid. Of course I knew that Faith’s friend, Lucy, would think that since I ‘raped’ her, I’d killed her. So I went and killed Lucy just a few minutes after Faith. I didn’t do anything like stab or shoot them, I just put them in accidental situations. It was snowing at that time—heavily, too—so I put them both underneath the seven or so inches of snow, and put plastic bags over their noses and mouths so that they couldn’t breathe under the snow. I kept them there until I was sure that they’d died. People thought that they fell in the snow and happened to land in a spot with plastic bags.” Quincy continued.