Bad On Another Level

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A/N: What? A decently time update? Get out of here, me!

Who would've thought I would have the potential to actually update somewhat timely for once? I know, I'm surprised too. ;P

Haha but for real, it's all thanks to totallydonut ! Thank you Jaelle for your enthusiasm and the endless support, this chapter is dedicated to you love! :D <333

Also thank you to zube123  for commenting & the continous love as well, sending mad love to you too!! (next chapter is dedicated to you!) :') <333

Now, without further ado, onto the chappy! xx

OH AND HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEN!! <3333

C H A P T E R    E L E V E N

To be honest, I was scared for my life.

No, scared was an understatement. In fact, I was even more scared right now than when I watched 'The Conjuring'. And if you've watched it, then you know that that movie is amazingly terrifying. So terrifying that I couldn't even focus when I tried to study. I even had reoccurring nightmares for a couple of weeks after watching it!

But at least I could wake up from those nightmares. This one, I unfortunately could not.

I wiped a tear that escaped my eye as I peered through the bush I was currently hiding behind, of which had the perfectly view of the front lawn of Suntown school's building. I had been hiding behind this bush since six in the morning; hiding from a certain murderer. My feet were practically numb, since I've been crouching for about two hours now.

I would blame my mother if I suddenly disappear at school today, never to have returned. Because she forced me to go to school today, on Mishti's wedding day, which is taking place at my house! I should be helping with preparations and getting Mishti ready, not going to school and getting ready to be killed!

But who am I kidding? I had no one but myself to truly blame.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Raiya! Why'd you have to be so damn competitive, go to spy on your enemy and then worst of all, communicate with him! This is all your fault.

I presumed to mentally punch myself for about thirty-two-and-a-half times, until I finally saw it. The red headphones.

Red, like the blood he'd spilt.

I squirmed, and another sob escaped me, grabbing a tissue from my pocket. What have I gotten myself into?

I watched as he leisurely walked down the opposite side of the street, about to enter school bounds. He looked so harmless, wearing a neutral light-grey hoodie underneath a dark-washed demin jacket and black Nike trackpants, allowing his bright red headphones to really stand out. His dark-brown hair was messy and tousled, and yet it looked perfect on him. However, what really caught my eye was how his other hand was now wrapped in bandage as well.

He'd been punching the walls again. Or maybe he'd been punching a victim's head into his wall again!

And I'm probably next.