Aubrey's P.O.V.
"Cam! Wake up!" I screamed, shaking his lifeless body, "No no no! This wasn't suppose to happen!"
The jock walked back down the hallway, taking another glance at his victim.
"What did you do! This isn't what you agreed to!" I yelled, catching the jocks attention.
"Just what I needed to in order to shut him up... Thanks for the help sweet pea," He responded, giving a laugh and a wink at me.
"This wasn't part of the deal! You weren't suppose to kill him!" I snapped.
"You're over-reacting my perfect peach," He responded. I gave him a nasty glare.
"First of all. Stop giving me little child compliments, second of all. He is dead! How the fuck am I over-reacting!"
"He'll be fine. You finished your deal, go head to class babe." He took a step towards me. What the hell...
All jocks are like this, why would I agree to this! I shouldn't have decided to do this, I knew something was strange. "What are you-" he put his finger on my lip, giving out a faint shush.
"Just let it happen..." ewww romance.
He put his arms around me and pulled me towards him. "I barely know you, and you'll do this over a dead body. Go to hell"
He leaned in for a kiss.
"Oh hell naw" I blurted, punching his face and shoving him to the ground."Stop trying to use me!" I screamed.
He stepped back. "Oh so you're more hostile than you seem... I see..." the jock responded.
"What's that suppose to mean?" I blurted, he wasn't going to try anything else. He couldn't... right? Thoughts ran through my head, his vibe completely changed. Kinda like me I guess.
"Listen. Of you want your end of the deal, you have to keep yourself together, hear me?" He confronted, he was serious, dead serious.
"Before we made this deal, you said all I had to do was lure him back here in any way, never did you mention anything with this!"
"You should have expected it, if you're planning to help with a murder, it's common sense that you don't kill and tell!"
"It's not common sense if you don't go around fucking strangling people everyday!" I screamed,
He took a step back. "Bitch you better pull through or you'll end up like your 'friend' over here.
A tear fell down my face. "This is so unfair! I need help!" I thought.
"Now run, we don't need to attract suspicion that we did this." The jock finished, as he walked away, he's insane.
I sighed. I headed to my locker which, thank god, is not close to where he was strangled. There was no point to head to class, as there were nearly 20 minute left and I don't need more people bossing me around, not today.
A few minutes passed. I was bored. Already. There was nothing to do and I began to drift off, partially in my locker, resting my head at the back of it.
YOU ARE READING
Those Left Behind
Teen FictionSure, having a depressed friend isn't easy, and for Cam, he lives through it. Things have been changing lately though, and his attempts to help her mentally have been less effective. Things take a turn for the worst, and he has a run in with trouble.