Kill Your Friends

Don't Blame Me Blame the Affluenza

History club was meeting with its typical measly batch of three members. Charlie, Andreis and whoever the fuck the other kid that always showed up was, sat in three uncomfortable little chairs as mister Keeley gave them some lecture about Trajan. Honestly, Andreis wasn't listening to a word, completely zoning out as Raymond Keeley continued to blabber on. Damn the White Rose club's 'at least one activity rule'. However there was currently no way Andreis planned on breaking any of the club's rules, especially now that disobeying them might end up being a death sentence. He didn't want to end up like Jacob or Norman. Mister Keeley passed them out little packets now.

"Here you go boys! I made these for you to look at over during Thanksgiving break!" Andreis stared down at the packet. Mister Keeley had made them each little booklets about some random, obscure moments in history. He had used about as much skill, effort, and most likely time to make them as a grandma who's hobby was scrap making. Charlie flipped through his, grinning ear to ear.

"Gee, thanks Mister Keeley! This is so cool! How did you know that I was just getting into Karl Marx? You're the best!" Mister Keeley clapped his hands excitedly.

"I am so very glad you like it mister Hawkins!" Andreis flipped through his now, arching a brow.

"Leopold and Loeb?" Mister Keeley smiled, bouncing excitedly.

"I thought you might think the investigation into them was interesting."

"Who even were they?"

"They committed the murder which has been characterized at the time as the crime of the century! They believed that they had intellectual superiority, which, they thought, rendered them capable of carrying out a perfect crime!" Andreis tucked the packet under his arm, confident that he never planned to open Raymond Keeley's handmade booklet again. Andreis suddenly caught sight of Robert and Fitz standing in the hallway outside of the open door. They were waiting there, and Andreis presumed they were there to collect him. He turned to mister Keeley.

"Thank you for the book, I really appreciate it. My friends are here now though so...you have a nice Thanksgiving vacation mister Keeley." He dashed out into the hall and almost immediately upon his stepping out Robert grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into an empty classroom. Fitz stood closely behind them and shut the door when they entered.

"What's going on?" Andreis stammered, confused.

"Do you have any plans for Thanksgiving break?" Robert asked, arms crossed.

"Yeah, of course. It's fricken Thanksgiving."

"Cancel them." Andreis's mouth hung open.

"Wha-...Robert are you nuts? I can't just cancel my plans, my family is expecting me. They're picking me up tomorrow."

"Listen Andreis," Fitz said stepping forward. "If you don't cancel your plans and do what we say then the next Thanksgiving meal you have will probably be in a prison cell." Andreis's eyes widened.

"What are...what are you talking about?" Fitz sighed heavily.

"Bentlee wants to go to the police. He's wanted to for nearly a month." Fitz's words turned Andreis's stomach to ice water.

"W-what? Why didn't he turn us in yet, why did he wait?"

"He doesn't know that we know," Robert said now. " He told Eric what he planned to do and Eric was able to convince him that it was best for us all to turn ourselves in together. He told him he could convince us, just to give him time. Eric suggested to Bentlee that we should all go on a trip together over break so he would have time to have a serious sit down and meet with everyone separately to get them to 'do the right thing'. Despite the fact that he wants to turn himself in Bentlee's Still in no serious rush to spend the rest of his life in jail so he agreed." Andreis was shaking now, his throat was dry and his stomach felt like it was twisting to knots.