Twisted

Chapter 3

Erin's POV.

It was one of those moments where time...

Vanessa's POV.

Fucking stood still...

Erin's POV.

And I only noticed her in my presence...

Vanessa's POV.

I just couldn't explain that damn feeling that was erupting within my soul...

Erin's POV.

That familiar feeling was starting to overtake my heart...

Vanessa's POV.

And I felt absolutely disgusted by it. I didn't know what to think, but I knew I was starting to dislike him even more...

Erin's POV.

But I was feeling like I was floating on top of a cloud, ya know? And not even the Gods from above could bring me down...

Vanessa's POV.

I tried my hardest to talk, to try to get some words out, but I was so speechless....

Erin's POV.

I never thought I'd feel a feeling like this, not again. I thought it would be a little while longer...

Vanessa's POV.

No, fuck this shit, and let me just continue to what I was going to do in the first place. "Anyway," I quickly shake my head, disrupting the silence. "My name is Vanessa Sky, and I would just like to say-"

"What in the world is this?!?!?!"

I turn my head to the side to see a horrified Principal Wilson, practically in tears. Gaping at the in larged screen shot photos in horror.

Just...fucking...perfect.

"Who?" he walks around in the clear pathway that the students made for Erin. His face is a deep shade of red, mixed with confusion, guilt, and, of course, anger. "Who the hell is responsible for this?!"

Before I could even blink, all fingers are pointed towards me, literally.

Most of them coming from Freshmen. Freaking snitches.

"Shit," I sigh, running my fingers through my hair, while I look down. I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I pretend to be preoccupied with the dirt under my fingernails, picking at the skin.

"All of you get to your advisories, now! Erin Davidson and Ashley Cortet," he angrily glares at a red face Erin, who couldn't stop staring at the largely print screen shots dangling from above, and a somewhat angered Ashley. Don't ask me, I don't know why she's angry. "You stay here," Principal Wilson concludes.

I watch the mass groups of high schoolers head in every which way, pretending as though what happened this morning never existed. Although, there is a tall boy in jeans and a polo who stays behind with Erin. "As for the rest of you," he angrily points, after the hallway has cleared, a finger at Ashley, Erin, and I. "To my office in five minutes." We all then watch Wilson stomp off in the north direction, like the stuck up diva I'm positive he is.

"Why Ashley? Why?" I hear a tear eyed Erin mutter. I didn't even notice I'm still standing on the top of the stair case, until I hear the sound of his cries. Feeling somewhat guilty that I got my best friend involved in this, I jog down the stairs to join them.

"I'll tell you why she did it," I hear, what sounds like an animalistic growl, from the other boy standing with Erin. I don't even have time to react, as he corners Ashley between the cress lines of the cornering hallway's wall. "Cause she's a fucking whore, that's why!!" he yells down at her face.