Broken Heart

Chapter Eight

Tenzin's perspective

I strut into school, surrounded by dull faces. Of course, everyone is upset about Jonah's death. I guess I am, too. He betrayed me, dying. He's selfish and selfless at the same time. He saved someone, who knows who it is. Rumors are that it was Skylar, but she won't talk. Fuck this. We live in a small town why the hell is there a double fucking murder?! Everyone looks so depressed and worried about everyone around. I feel so confused by everything. On one hand, I have the love of my life, fresh for the picking. But his lover has died and now he is suffering. Am I being selfish by seeing this as an opportunity to take him for myself? I need to think of something else, this paragraph is WAY too long!

"Hey..." A mopey Alex greets me. He looks down, then up, then down again. He's really messed up about this whole thing. His lover died. I understand, though. It'll be a challenge, making Alex fall for me. Perhaps I could enlist the help of Lucy, a crazy information broker. An information broker is someone who values information, rather than money. She gathers intel and well, sells it. I'd need money, first.

I pull out my phone. Snapchat. Lucy.

"I need a favor." I text her.

Her faceless bitmoji pops up.

"Why?" She asks me.

"I need to know if Alex is into me, which will be hard considering he's fucked up about Jonah."

"You know, Tenzin. Favors don't come for free. I need something in return."

"Anything."

"I want the blonde one dead."

"What? You want me to kill someone?!"

What the fuck? She can't possibly be fucking serious! Holy shit! I can't kill someone! I'm better off asking him for myself. Jesus.

"I can tell you who killed Jonah."

"Why the fuck would I care, Lucy?"

Four minutes pass and she hasn't responded. I guess the crazy bitch has better things to do. Whatever.

"Because you may know him. You're likely going to be next. Either you, Skylar or Alex. This wasn't an accidental murder, Tenzin. One of you pissed off the wrongs guys."

The fuck? Why am I listening to this crazy bitch? You know what?

"Fuck off, you crazy bitch." I send, turning off my phone.

Why would I care about a guy someone shot 7 times in the chest? Oh wait, I don't. How would a fucking dead guy kill me? Exactly. Ridiculous. I have had a very eventful morn-

"You prick!" A girl walks up to me, slapping me hard across the face.

"The fuck?!" I shout as she scurries off. My face stings and my eyes water. Why the hell did she slap me? Who was she!?

I get to my first class, Math. Of course, I have my least favorite class first. I'm glad it's Thursday, though. This week has been awful. I don't expect Friday to be any better, considering how fucked up this town is. Ever since Jonah's death last week people have been freaking out. Stores getting robbed, people getting mugged, murdered. They feel like there is no law in the town. I'm starting to think it's true. Yesterday I saw someone steal a car. Fucking lunatics.

"What happened?" Bri asks, referring to my cheek. I take out my phone and open the camera.

"I was slapped..." I mutter.

I look over at her, she purses her lips. Suddenly she bursts out with laughter.

"Bitch!" I punch her arm.

"Eh!" She whines.

"That's what you get you meany weany!" I say in a childish voice.

"You're not thicc!" Bri shoots the most hurtful insult in the history of insults, maybe ever!

"W-HAAAAT?!?!" I shriek.

"Tenzin! Shut your mouth!" Mr. M. shouts from the other side of the room.

My mouth hangs wide open, betrayal overwhelming me. How could she say that to me? Why did she- No! I'm STUPID thicc and I know it. She can't tell me I'm not thicc. Those bagels paid off! Bitch!

"Ooo... You're in trouble!" She says.

"Eat me.." I mutter under my breath.

"Whatever." She says, laughing at me.

Bri is typically a snooty person. That's why we love her though. She laughs at people's suffering, which isn't as funny as she makes it out to be, but whatever. I guess I just like seeing her smile. She is just so- shit. What the hell am I talking about?

A dreadful 45 minutes pass and the bell finally rings. I take my things and rush out the door.

"Wait up asshole." Bri whines. Of course, being me, I shyly smile and wait for her to get all of her things together.

"You always try to leave without me, don't you?"

"I, uhh."

"Can't lose me that easily." She smirks. I know I can't. She's such a pain at times.

"Guess not."

I finally finish 4 classes and now it's time for lunch. I take my things to my locker and put them in. I make my way down to the cafeteria.

"There's my thicc boy!" Kia says, making kissy lips and hugging me.

"You got arrested? What did you do?" I ask.

"Shoplifting. Another dent in my permanent record!" She sounds giddy. Kia is slightly insane but that's what makes her, her. She's one of the only rays of sunshine in my gloomy life right now.

"When?"

"The other day I stole like $40 worth of food!"

"Fucking hell!" I shout. I knew a teacher would hear me. They don't care during lunch.

"Kia are you stupid?" A voice from behind her asks.

"Brody?" I ask. He steps from behind Kia and gives me a hug. He was in Spain for a year I had no idea he was back!

"You're back! Why didn't you call me! Why di-" he cuts me off.

"I heard what happened and I didn't want to bother you. I know you guys were close." Sure. 'close' as in close to killing each other. I'm just glad I didn't have to get my hands dirty. Thanks, dead mugger.

"I-I uh. Yeah..." I stutter on my own words.

"It's ok." he comforts me, giving me yet another hug.

"Thanks," I say. I walk into the area where they serve the food and get myself some lunch. I probably won't eat. Though.

I take my seat next to Brody, our arms touch, sending a tingle through my whole body. My cheeks turn a rosy red color.

"I- uhm..." I scoot a couple inches away. Shit.

"Sorry-"

"Don't be," he says, smiling at me.

Shit, my cheeks are red. I blush whenever something happens. I'm so shy it's horrible. My shyness is probably why Alex will never be into me, of course. I just hate everything so much, and I want it all to burn in a violent fire. Ahem.