A Loud Thud and a Splash of Blood [Wattys 2017]

Chapter 3

When the final school bell rang, I left the building and headed for the middle school parking lot. Because I had gotten to school after majority of my classmates, there had been no more spots in the high school lot.

I never realized how long the soccer field was, until I trudged across it carrying ten pounds of books. Even that morning it hadn't seemed this long! When I finally made it to my car, I was out of breath. I stopped and took a breather. Then opened the car door and slid in.

My cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and discovered a text.

It read:

"I know you killed Pete."

My eyes grew wide. Who was this? I debated about replying. But I didn't even get a chance. Another text came in.

It read:

"Do you take requests?"

I started to type up a response.

"Who is this?"

I waited for the mysterious texter to respond.

"Doesn't matter, do you take requests?"

I furiously typed up another text, then hit send:

"Not unless I know who's requesting."

There was a long pause. I suspected the person on the other end was debating on telling me who they were. As if on cue, I received yet another text:

"I have something that would change your mind."

I received another text, this one was a photo sent to me. It was a photo of me stuffing Pete's bloody body into the bag. I gasped, then sent another message.

"Where did you get that picture?"

The texter responded almost immediately.

"Doesn't matter ."

Before I could finish typing up another response, the texter added something,

"If you don't take my request, the photo might find it's way to the guidance counsellor."

I gulped. A million thoughts raced through my head as I debated about whether or not to take the request. In the end, I sent another text.

"What's your request?"

I suspected the person on the other side of the phone, knew I was going to cave, for the second I sent out my response, their response came in.

"I want you to take care of Ms. Pigvin."

My jaw dropped open. It was one thing to off a student, it was a completely different thing to off a teacher. Ms. Pigvin was the most hated substitute teacher in the entire school, while I wasn't a fan of her, I would never kill her by choice. But this wouldn't exactly be killing by choice.

The mysterious texter sent me another message.

"Are you taking the offer or nah?"

I thought a little bit longer then sent in a message.

"Can I have some time to think it over?"

The person on the other side responded within two seconds flat.

"No."

I hated when people put me on the spot like that. I sent one final text.

"I guess I have no choice but to do it. I'll take the request."

I put my phone on silent and stuffed it back into my bag. I had spent a good fifteen minutes texting, now I needed to get home. I put the keys into the ignition and started the car. My car roared to life. I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the streets. Then drove all the way home.

A/N: Sorry about the short chapter! Feel free to comment :)