Twisted - Dedication Series

One - Don't Give A Fuck

Chapter: One - Don't Give A Fuck

Song:- Melanie Martinez - Play Date

💖Sarah💖

Amatures. One thing, one word, I can use to describe the teenage students of Pipewood High as I walk down the hallway, my boots echoing off the walls. The buzz of new gossip and other false information hovers amongst the air, the stench of it intoxicating. I don't know why people say High School life is so damn hard, I actually find life here so simple, too simple. At least that's how it is in Pipewood.

Everyone here has the easy way of life, either because their popular, smart, attractive, rich or all of the above. And since I am all four, I am never suspected of murder. You see I am called a lot of things, like bitch, psychopath, sociopath and my utmost favorite, a secret stalker. But I also have my 'compliments' as they like to call it; like sweet, sexy and innocent. To be completely honest? I actually these words very insulting, and I'll tell you why. Besides the second one, all of them are fiction. See? The stench of gossip just disgusts me.

I pass by my locker to get my biology textbook when I saw the two biggest sluts of the entire school, different genders of course, shoving their tongues down each other's throat two lockers down from mine. I sneered in disgust, before punching in my locker combination to grab my book. As I did the bell rang for Bio, but the sound of siliva smacking against eachother. So I did what any normal person would do in this situation, I slammed my locker door, hard.

Cole Henderson, the male slut shouted out "What the hell was that for?!"

"To remind you and your girlfriend that over there that the bell just rang, and you two better head over before you're, I don't know, late?" I responded with a sweet and sarcastic tone.

Carla May, the girl cooed "Aww! You do have a heart! So cute!"

My fake smile turned into a cruel smirk "No. I'm just worried that if you continue, I'll contract your shitty diseases that I don't want, and I don't think we want a medical bill that you guys would have to cover, do we?"

Henderson rolled his eyes "Smartass. You could just not look"

"Yeah, but you're like, right there. So if you would just make way moving STI's, I have a Biology class to get to and I'll be even later than I already am by starting a petty argument with you peasants"

I passed by them, smirking as I passed by them, their glares fueling me with pride as they pierce me.

Ahh, Biology. As you can obviously tell, this is one of my favorite subjects. Why? Because it's Science! And what's so great about Science in general? The Human Anatomy, and since I see it pretty often, I know quite a lot about it. Do you think I'd make a great Science teacher if I wasn't a serial killer? Or perhaps a scientist? Oh well that doesn't matter anymore now does it? Anyway, back to Bio class.

So I'm sitting down down on my stool listening to our instructor explain the human heart (which I again, already know pretty vividly), when an annoyingly familiar voice broke my concentration "Sarah! So nice of you to save a seat for me".

Great, not him again. I turned around to look at him in irritation. There, standing there in leather everything is Timmithy Jodan, or what he is commonly known as 'The Playboy'. He is one of the popular guys who still can't keep it in his pants. He met three out of the four criterias, so let me inform you and say that his IQ, isn't that large.

I narrowed my eyes and demanded "What the hell do you want Jordan?"
He feigns innocence "Me? Want something from you? Why would you think that?"

My pupils turn icy cold, as they glare up at the dickhead "Would you stop wasting my damn time and spit it out already?"

As he drops the act, he unshields his cocky exterior "What's your answer for tomorrow night? Did you change your mind like I knew you would?"

I rolled my eyes at his stupidity, he's been asking me this since last week Friday, and filling my Facebook profile with continuous persisting. Like that would change anything, and this idiot still can't take a damn hint! I would so love to just slowly run a knife through him and cause him so much pain, but it's so unfortunate that I can't do that since I will raise alarm. As he is high in social status of course.

"Really? This again? Of course it's still a no. Why the hell would I want to go out with you out of all people? I do have standards you know"

His smirks immediately drops "This again? Come on Sars, when are you gonna see that we're meant to be?"

I gagged a little inside by just thinking about that statement, but shaking it out of mind, I replied with "I don't lie Jordan, we both know this. If you're too dumb to take a hint then I can't help you"

At this point we've already gained the class' attention, and Jordan started fumming "Come on Pereira, we both know you want this di-"

"I truly think that I can do much better, not to mention much bigger" I shot back, laughter erupting from our spectators.

He glared at me in embarrassment "We will be together Sarah, whether you like it or not. Mark. My. Words"

Laughing lightly, I ended off with "We'll see Jordan, we'll see"

As he walked out from the classroom with a squelching sound of leather rubbing against each other trailing behind him, I shook my head at his idiocy once again. There really is only one word to describe the people here in Pipewood huh. Sigh.......amateurs.

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Hello again my peeps! Another day, another chapter. Today may not be Tuesday, but my phone died.......but I still will update on Friday, that's for sure.

Anyway, so what do you think about our little serial killer so far? Do you think that she has a heart? Comment your answer below.

Question for this chapter - Do you like boys/men with traits of Timmithy Jordan?

Quote of the week: I was told I was dangerous. I asked why and their response was: "Because you don't need anyone". I smiled - Higher Perspective

Enjoy your day peeps! And don't die..........

PizzaSammy13👽