Villains ➵ bill skarsgård a.u.

seven

"Okay you're right, I'm sorry. But it's still important that I check it out." he stated sternly, looking down to me, face flustered and his hair now messy like he had just repeatedly ran his fingers through it. "Like I told you earlier, this place is currently a crime scene and if anyone unauthorized barges in here, it should be reported to the cops immediately."

"Oh really? Then what do you think are we doing in here?" I said in defense, just so I could get him off of the idea to fucking split up.

He took a quick pause and rolled his eyes, this time visibly running his fingers through his hair in what seemed to be frustration, feet impatiently tapping against the soiled floor. "Alright, fine. Whatever, genius! This was your idea anyways."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, anger wanting to release itself from my vocal cords. However I suppressed. My ears couldn't believe what had just happened. "My idea?!" I scoffed. "Are you fucking kidding me? You were the one who offered to come here with me. I was already prepared to come here alone before I even saw you outside. Did you hear me beg you to escort me inside?!"

"Jesus Christ, Adrianne." He hitched, placing a hand over his face. "Can we just-- can we just settle this?"

I refrained, averting my gaze away from his face and hugged his jacket closer to my body, feeling knees shudder in cold. My hair was beginning to slide off of the tie I secured it with so stray strands of it were already sticking out. And I probably look worse than how I did earlier and I haven't seen a mirror for what had seemed like forever. I didn't even know what the time was or if the school would even still be open once we get out of here. I have no idea what the hell could be happening to Georgie and the rest of the pact right now but one thing was for certain. I've probably worried them to death and they're probably thinking I've died in the forest or in this place.

Not to mention, I've just had the most pathetic argument with a person who just lost a fucking girlfriend. What the fuck am I doing? Why did I think this will be a genuinely great idea when I should've already walked away the moment I saw him sitting there and smoking pot. If I knew he was going to explode like this, I shouldn't have paid attention to him and went straight into the door. But no. My cowardice just has to get the best of me and he just has to come with me and make me feel like a fucking imbecilic child. And now I think I'm regretting my deal with Ericka even though I haven't seen the worst yet.

I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, awkwardly standing in front of Arthur as he looks down as well, his flashlight still on and shining over nothing but the floor. "We did not come here to act like a bunch of three year olds okay?" He mumbles, "I promise you, it'll just be quick. You can just stay here."

"Arthur--"

"I'll be right back. Where do you think would I possibly go?"

Even though by now I know he wasn't going to do such a thing. I was still worried of the possibility that he was just playing his part on whatever psychotic act his friends are probably pulling on me right now. Arthur Michigan is as harmless as he could get, however his friends are utterly evil. Kind of just like my cousins and I wasn't surprised when I found out Ericka is hanging out with them. Nonetheless, I still feel bad for thinking he could do that to me. After all, Pamela might have always been against those kinds of things.

"I'll be right back, okay?" he tells me, flashing me a small smile before he attempts walking off.

"Wait, you're going to bring the flashlight?"

"Yeah." he nods.

"And leave me here, in the dark." I stated the obvious, my own words burning my throat as I say them.