The Secrets We Keep.

v. blackmail

    "What the hell do you want from me?"

    Royal spat in anger. Seriously, this dude who looked as if he was asking to be punched with the smirk on his devilishly handsome face. What would Dyllin possibly want from her? Out of all people - why did it half to be her getting the short end of the stick? Now, because of her sinful actions, she had resorted to meeting up with someone who she had no clue about, and was wondering every life decision she had ever made up until that very moment. Low, how low. Luckily, her instinct that this was a true blackmail prevailed, and she was in no harm of rape or anything else. She just stood there sarcastically with a dark cloud looming over her equally dead body.

    "Vandalism is a crime, and I just want to protect the citizens of Toronto, but of course I am not going to let you off that easily."

    "Ya know. Blackmailing someone isn't exactly helping the situation, now is it? It's just allowing more douchebags like you to roam around doing whatever they please just because they're a spoiled rich bitch while some people have to live under the same god damn roof as their grandmother in order to survive."

    Dyllin scoffed. "How ironic, considering you did it." Dyllin retorted back in response. "Besides, think of it as a punishment."

    "Oh good, we're getting sexual now are we?" Royal laughed with a monotone voice, as if she could really give less shits. Which was true, she could really care less. "What's the favor, Mr. Douchebag of Britain?" Royal asked, showing no remorse for her sarcastic nature. It was just how she was, and she could not change it.

    "You're close to Matt Monroe, right?" Dyllin asked.

    "Not really, but I know that he's kind of friends with Chloe." Royal stated as Chloe stood in the background, worried for her suicidal friend.

    "Good, I need you to find him, and help me get closer to him."

    "Wait, before we go on any further-" Chloe closed her eyes simultaneously, "-please, tell me what you're going to do to him."

    "That's none of your business." Dyllin said, "anyway, can you get him to me or n0t?" Dyllin asked.

    Out of fear and cowedly expressions, the girl who knew the friend of the one Dyllin was going to target next just nodded slowly and carefully, out of fear for not wanting her life as a person who had no morals when it came to the grounds and how she chose to paint it to be discovered, she'd rather it be discrete, like a snake in the grass, then be out like a extrovert, showing her works off to everyone. Of course the ladder would be hard to do no matter what, as what she did was illegal.

In the streak of light that flourished from the moon's life shined down on the face of the bad guy, the bad guy smirked as he repositioned himself, "well then, do we have a deal or what?" He asked, wanting an affirmative yes or no on the subject matter.

"Give.... I'm gonna need some time to think about this." Royal said, cautiously. "Please, give me a few days." She pleaded.

"Alright." Dyllin said, but he was planning on only giving them three days to make up their mind, as this would be pretty big. Unfortunately, he only had one other person besides them who he could get it help him, however the last resort would not be as easy.

And so, the misfits perambulated in the moonlight back to their separate houses as the puppet master sharpened his vision and headed out to plot a plan b, as this would take forever if they were not to bend to his will.

-

Alisa and Samuel were talking to each other, their smiles glowing curiously as they walked and talked together. They had grown over the course of the first weeks at the school.

"So, what do you enjoy doing in your spare time?" Samuel asked, his voice uplifting, as it was nice for Alisa to finally have a friend. With no classes, it meant she finally had enough time to stop focusing on the academics, and actually start focusing on her; discovering who she was as a unique humanoid in the Milky Way.

"I love to dance, but I mean I only started picking it up this summer as I never had the time to do anything else. My dad always pressed studying for stuff on me, homework amongst homework, while other kids would be having fun playing sports or competing, or hanging out with friends. There was me, Alisa Reynolds, sitting at home until 3am in the morning, studying and doing homework. That was all I had time for, according to my dad. So my agenda looked like this; wake up, get dressed, do hair, get my backpack ready, on the way to school, buy something from the local coffee shop nearby, and then eat it in the car, get to school, do my classes until lunch, study for classes at lunch instead of eating, and then go to my other classes and then return home to do homework and then revise everything 50-hundred times because my dad would say that it's not perfect when in actuality, it was. In fact if someone gets it in the first five tries and after the next ten, nothing is new, then it is bound to be perfect."

Samuel was immediately shocked, and put on a confused face. "Wow. That must have been... Stressful." He had no clue what to say in these sort of situations.

"Sorry, uh, I just never get to rant about my life." Alisa said.

"Same," Samuel said and let out a chuckle in compensation.

"So, what about you?" Alisa asked, raising a brow as the two walked adjacent to each other.

"Huh?" Samuel asked, to the naked eye it looked as if he did not hear, but the truth was that he was stalling because he was not wanting to give the answer.

"Well you heard me." Alisa said.

    "Well I don't have any time for myself..." Samuel said.

    "Oh, so you understand me? Your parents are like mine and make you do homework till you sleep automatically?" Alisa asked. For a second, she actually believed that what she said was accurate, but realized it could not have been further. As there was no such thing. Besides, if he could relate he would have said it by now. If her idea was reality, she would have been so happy, though. As she wanted someone to relate to.

    "No, I don't." Samuel admitted. "It's for a completely different reason." Samuel said it, as he chocked on air, continuing to stall the answer.

    "Why?" Alisa asked. Samuel did not respond, and Alisa just stood there, her expressions dormant. "Look, we're friends. You can tell me anything..."

    Samuel just stood there in complete shock, as if he was a mannequin, as if the video on Youtube had buffered. He was suffering a mental breakdown in those very moments. What should he do, what should he say? There was no way he could tell anyone. He was scared of telling anyone, there was no way. "Umm... I have to go..."