The Perfect Crime

Chapter 15

Chapter 15 

 

This whole new friend’s thing wasn't working out for me. I tried making new friends but not even the reject kids wanted to talk to me.

I was the ultimate reject kid.

And it sucked. I am glad that I was prevented from going to school before. It would have been worse than this.

The older kids still hated me whereas the younger ones would run away from me. They probably thought I would kill them next. Cowards. The adults still ignore me. They couldn't care less about me. Nothing out of the ordinary though. Sometimes I wonder how thick everyone would have to be to believe that a 9 year old killed two full grown werewolves. They say nothing is impossible, but they're wrong. A 9 year old killing two full grown werewolves IS impossible.

But this pack obviously doesn't have brains. Or they just want to believe what they are told. Surly the adults wouldn't believe such a story. Or maybe it goes deeper. Maybe there's something that they don't want to be found out. And the only way to find out was to read my mother’s journal. Or at least I hoped so.

I avoided everyone and spoke to no one. Except the stalker guy, whose name I found out was Jeremy. And since I was trying to make new friends, I let him speak to me. I know I said to stay away from him, but what can I do? He seemed like an okayish guy. We had a couple classes together. Seeing as how I was his only friend, and vice versa, we decided to get ice cream.

"So Amanda was dating Sean who is your mate, and you were dating Reed who is Amanda's mate. So basically she had your mate and your ex-boyfriend after her. Damn that's harsh," he said. We were both sitting at a table eating our ice creams.

I nodded not sure what to say. I wasn't used to making new friends. And, honestly, I don’t know why I just told him so much about me. I guess I just want to let it out. I just needed to tell someone before I ended up going crazy.

"If you don't mind me asking, that journal, is it yours? You seem to guard it with your life." He let out a sudden laugh. It kind of surprised me. He had a loud laugh, but it was nice. It almost seemed like it was familiar.

I shook my head, "I don't mind. And no, it isn't mine. It’s my moms."

"What happened to her?"

"I'm sure you've already heard. I'm the freak who killed her own parents."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"No, I'm glad you did. Now you can know just how demented I am. And now you can scream and hide so I don't kill you next!" I said. My hands clenched up in to fists.

He suddenly put his hand on mine. Not as a romantic gesture, but rather as a comforting one.

"I don't believe you did that. Nor do I believe you would harm someone."

I let out a laugh. "Really? I mean, if you took off Amanda's make up, I'm pretty sure you'd find two very beautiful bruises. All because of me."

"Personally, I wouldn't mind if you gave her a fourth," he said grinning. Maybe I should keep this guy around.

"I'm guessing you don't like her either?" I said a bit too excitedly. I was hoping that someone would finally see her for who she truly is.

"Are you kidding me? She told me I looked gay because of my lip ring and me telling her that she should know only resulted in her storming off in a huff." I mentally sighed, thankful he didn’t like her.

"Really? I think lip rings are a bit sexy," I said still laughing at his story.

"Are you calling me sexy?"