Death Chat

III. My Bloody Valentine

After about three days of chatting with Nate, he made me feel like I could express myself without being judged. It was like nothing or no one else mattered. However, something wasn't right. It was like something was missing. I wasn't being tormented or verbally abused since chatting. As if Nate himself came here and handled all of my issues.

"Morning everyone, please take your seats." Ms. Hutchins looked around the classroom as she quietly took attendance on her computer. It seemed everyone was here except for the troublesome couple I despised. Not long after, I logged onto PenPal and saw all of my unread messages from Nate.

85: Sev you there?

85: Sevvvvvvv.... : )

85: How's everything.

A loud knock sounded at the door and our assistant principal, Mr. Davis, gestured Ms. Hutchins to come over to him. She got up and her black heels clocked against the floor until she was outside. As soon as the door closed behind her, the noise seemed to increase. I decided I'd respond to Nate and was hit by a crumbled piece of paper. I opened it and saw a depiction of me bent over holding what I assumed was a sex toy. It read in capital letters: LESBO RAISIN BITCH SUCKS DICK.

I wasn't surpised by the language, but it pissed me off. And the moron who made it should've realized lesbians don't like guys at all. The guy in front of me, Jake, turned around and made eye contact with me.

"What's the matter Raisin? Dick in your mouth?" Jake smirked.

Jake was one of Troy's teammates and his main follower of many. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore the laughter of everyone. No one had a mind of their own. Ms. Hutchins walked back into the classroom with a haunted look on her face. Her pale skin seemed lifeless and she looked as if she had been fired. I figured maybe someone from another period told on her teaching style. Or maybe she was caught doing something we'd never imagine after work hours.

Ms. Hutchins twiddled her fingers and tried to make sure everyone was paying attention. The class began to quiet down for the first time ever, and her face was serious.

"Everyone listen up, I have something to share." She looked downwards at the floor after taking a deep exhale. "One of our students have been found dead," she paused as a tear began to form. "Stacy Evans was found dead last night. She was well known around school and will truly be missed."

"Well what happened?" Jake yelled.

"They haven't said, but they'll start the investigation soon. Stacy's family will get the justice they deserve sooner or later. Now class, I know some of you were really close with Stacy and may find it hard to work, so if anyone needs to talk, you can talk to me. And also they have grief counselors here to help students who're affected by this tragedy. So you may work on something or take it easy. In fact this would be the perfect opportunity to connect with PenPal and express what you're feeling." Ms. Hutchins took a seat at her desk and tried to regain her composure.

The classrooom was hit by a sudden wave of silence and disbelief. I wondered what really happened to her. She caused me so much pain but somehow I felt bad for her family. And I tried to think of how Troy would react to this situation. He was already an alpha male with uncontrollable violence, but would this push him to the edge.

I returned my attention to Nate's messages.

85: I see you read my messages what's going on?

7: Well... One of the jerks I told you about was found dead last night. And now I can't imagine how her family feels. And her boyfriend is probably going crazy.

85: I guess this is where Karma comes in effect. Some people end up getting what they deserve.

7: I mean it's pretty cruel when you think about it. Yeah she was a bitch but she didn't have to die.

85: Then why do you care, you need to care more about yourself. I worry about your feelings, and I'm glad it wasn't you who had to experience such pain.

7: I do worry about myself, and such pain. I mean I'm not sure how she died but...

85: But what? Maybe she died from inhaling so much of her own ass. Or tripping over her hair dryer cord and hitting her head. Point is she got what she deserved.

7: Lol Nate.. this is something serious and you have me laughing. You're going to Hell, and you can't drag me with you

7 sent a wink.

85: * we're... I can't take all the credit, you're my accomplice lol. I'd do anything for you. And even though it's been only a few days I feel like we've known each other for years. You're my friend. Besides, that bitch got what she deserved. A bloody death...

7: Ummm, I don't know where to start. Accomplice? And bloody death? Lol not funny, what do you mean? And I feel the same about you, it's kinda strange <3

85 sent an external link.