Detective's Fiancée [ON HOLD]

CHRAPPIE 2

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   Warning! Abusive Content!

-2-

I rolled my eyes, cringing at my own attempt of sarcasm. I'm allergic to stupidity so I break out in sarcasm. Yeah, don't mind me.

Keir Hathon. Nobody in the entire school doesn't know him. If one did, then he/she is considered as an outcast or a pure nobody that likes nobody. He's a geeky emo in reality. The complete opposite of how people look at him.

Come to think of it, when you take a better look at the guy...

Black hair, black eyes, favorite color is black.

But yeah, I just want to confirm that many girls are after him partly because of his looks, mainly because of his charming personality.

...

Crap, I forgot I locked him up in his own locker. My mistake.

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-2.2-

I looked around for someone at the hallway, I totally forgot about his locker's number. Was it No. 35? Or...

My footsteps must be freaking him out right now, after all it is Halloween.

Never have I once scared a human being this much. Although it was obvious since I could hear screams. Even the finest gentlemen in the world can get scared. I laughed at the image of Keir under the palm of my hand chickening out. It is just so out of character.

But the thing is, something was off with those screams. It wasn't Keir's voice. It was high pitched. And never have I heard Keir ask for help.

I laughed it off loudly. He's already familiar with the pattern of my footsteps. He probably turned from Lion to Chicken real quick in 2.0 seconds. Maybe... Explains the girly sounds. I'd rate that a 24/7 thank you very much.

Click. Clack. Stop. Click. Clack. Stop. Click. Clack. Stop. Click. Stop. Click. Clack. Click. Stop. Click. Clack. Repeat. I know it's weird if not creepy. There's this fine line that separates my weirdness from my creepiness. I tend to make it a big deal. It's echoing through the halls. He's probably scared shitless out there, HAHAHA.

If not him, then probably some creep locked up in a locker because of his bully shoving him in with trash all over the place. Talk about trash treating. Poor guy though, I pity him. Although I doubt he needs my pity. He's probably used to it.

As I passed the halls, which took quite the time of my life. Peace was finally approaching me, who wouldn't smile like a psycho?

But then a sight immediately caught my eye and my smile turned upside down. Three girls were surrounding a pathetic fragile girl in a corner. Locking her with their intimidating looks. She was forced to lean on a locker for support. I couldn't quite see their faces but I was familiar with their presence.

What did I do? I just left them alone. I knew it was related to bullying, but I was too scared for my life. I knew who I should and shouldn't mess with. I thought that I shoudn't meddle with other people's problems so they could solve it on their own and survive.