Merged By Murders

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

“Truth,” I declared, staring straight into Brian Addling's eyes. For a few minutes there was silence.

“When he found you,” he eventually started, gesturing towards Derek who still had his arm wrapped around me, “were you trying to kill yourself?” Brian leaned back, assessing my face like a piece of meat. So this is how it was, he was trying to squeeze information from me, who he probably thought was a pathetic, sad, suicidal girl. And for what, a few laughs?

“No,” I snapped harshly. Looking taken aback at my tone of voice, I realised that I was probably was wrong with my assumption.

“I mean, no,” I replied softly. Meeting Brian's gaze again, I found it filled with curiosity and longing. Longing for the truth, probably.

I glanced over at Derek and found he looked the exact same. Creepy. That was where the similarities between these two boys ended though, because in actual fact, they seemed to me like complete opposites.

With his slender features and slim body, Derek was like the other end of a magnet compared to Brian with his broad and muscular attire. Whereas Derek's eyes were dark and mysterious, holding untold secrets and promises within, Brian's eyes were deep grey and choppy, like the waves of a ferocious ocean. The eyelashes that framed these mesmerising eyes were the exact same shade as his hair; dirty blond. It was short and spiked with gel into a messy do today. Derek's hair that was as black as the now midnight sky looked so soft and silky to touch, it caressed on his head in gentle waves.

I leant forwards to spin the empty vodka bottle, and as I did so, I got a whiff of Brian's hair: coconut. So unlike Derek's that smelt of nature - pine and newly mown grass, so fresh. With a twist of my hand, I spun the bottle and watched as it landed on Brian.

I hadn't realised I was leaning in so close to Brian until I looked back up and saw we were nose to nose.

“It's your turn to do me,” he murmured, causing me to blush even though I knew I had got the implication of his words wrong. Noticing what he said and my stupid reaction, he let out an awkward chuckle, moving away.

“Truth,”

I watched him, watching me, thinking of a question. I completely forgot about the rest of our gang, or the other boy with his arm ensnared around shoulders

“What's your middle name?” I asked. I wasn't too good at this game, I never partied much, hence why I refused the alcohol time and time again – I saw and read what the effects of it were and it didn't appeal to me much.

“Nathaniel,”

I jumped as I heard someone imitating the noise of an explosion.

“You've killed it. This game has turned so bloody boring.” It was Jesse McDwaith, they boy I heard earlier on, with his arm still slung around his girlfriend, Samantha or Selena or something. While sitting out here with them, I'd learnt that he was an arrogant, cocky boy, who – in my opinion – deserved a slap across the face, when he wasn't drunk however, he was quite meek and innocent.

“Well, how about Would You Rather?” the girl to my right asked.

“Jeeze Louise! How old are you?” Jesse whined at her, brushing his brown hair back out of his eyes.

“Okay, what about a drinking game?” she tried again, only to make Jesse let out a groan.

“Yeah sure, but with what? Were out of booze!” Due to this little fact, they were all now sober and very irritable.

“It was just a suggestion! Don't get so frustrated!” Louise growled. After a few minutes of bleak silence, the girl called Emmeline spoke up.

“Samantha,” she said, addressing the girl who nuzzling her head into Jesse's shoulder. “What do you think would be the scariest way to go?”