Symphony Of A Serial Killer

Chapter 8: Snow Angel

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“Yes hello!? My name is Danté and I need to report an incident at Westchester Lagoon.”

“Westchester Lagoon sir? The police and ambulance have already been dispatched.”

“Already sent out, wait what’s going on!? What happened?”

“Sir, we cannot give out that information, but the police should be there any minute now.”

Frustrated, I hang up. Not going to argue with them, I know they can’t give any information but this is crazy, I was just talking to her! I feel almost remorseful towards the operator, I know my tone wasn’t friendly. Then again no one expects you to call 911 and be calm..

Not even a text, nothing, she never responded to the texts from eariler nor did she reach out after we got disconnected. I can’t say for certain but before it went silent, it sounded like maybe she dropped her phone. I tried calling back but it just rang and rang, constantly getting her damn voicemail.

Shit shit shit… police were already on the way, I need to be there as well. Lee, yes Lee has a car! Instead running around looking for him, I do the sensible thing and text my location along with #Damn, which is our signal to drop whatever we’re doing.

As I step out from hiding I’m greeted by a swarm of students mingling and carrying on. Its lunch time, I don’t even remember hearing the bell ring. I’m anxious and on edge, it seemed like an eternity but from my time stamp I know it only took him a matter of minutes to come find me.

“Got your message man, what’s up?” he asked out of breath.

I filled him in on everything and ignored the reactions that implied me being in the wrong for letting her go.

“Well shit man, let’s go!” he insisted.

“Yeah, I just hope Missy is okay.” I replied as we began jogging off towards his car, slushing our way through the snow and trying not to fall.

We weren’t even able to establish a steady pace before my head jolted forward, temporarily dazing me as I fall face first into the snow. Laughter erupted as Lee turned around to check on me. Furious, I push him away, declining his help and pick myself up.

Seeing the football next to my foot causes my insides to boil to the point that I don’t even shiver from the obvious cold. Why are things being thrown at me today!? First a beer bottle, now a football.

“I’m sure I told you the next time I heard her name come out of your mouth, you’d regret it.” boasted Kevin, the jilted lover.

Well to be honest, not even jilted, his problem was that his affections for Missy were unrequited. Not only was he bitter, he was the classic “If I can’t have her, no one can.” type. Most guys wouldn’t approach her because they didn’t want to deal with the obssessive quarterback.

I face my attacker and the laughing circus of students behind him. Just look at him standing there with our school jacket on, never before has a student done our colors so proud.

At the same time, color is his problem, the big issue he has is that Missy would rather hang out with a black kid than date the pasty-faced football star. Sorry kid, things don’t always work out like they do in the movies.

“Danté, let it go man.” Lee advises.

He’s right and I know he is, it’s not even a question. I just really… really… hate this guy… We’ve never met on the battlefield before, this is literally our first physical confrontation.