I walked to the student lounge, my head buried absentmindedly in my phone. I bumped into someone in the hall, the mixed smell of weed and Axe overwhelmed my nose.
Watch out, bitch, the kid spat at me. I scoffed in response, returning to my phone.
The lounge was empty with the exception of one person sitting in my favorite chair. A slight pang of annoyance ran through me as I sat down in a couch across from him.
I started to pull out my homework when my phone beeped, signifying I received a Snapchat. The notification on my lock screen read: .jax Added you as a friend! I looked up from my screen to see the boy looking at me, he nodded his head towards my phone.
I shook my head and added him back.
.jax. Is typing...
Him: Im sorry about your friend.
Me: Dont be, its not like you killed him.
Him: Yeah, wanna tell that to your other friend?
Me: Who? Brandon?
Him: Yeah, that guy.
Me: I mean. Sure? Why does Brandon think you killed him?
Him: Look at me.
I looked up to see him staring at me. He had dark eyes, a square, defined jaw, tan skin. He wore black jeans and dark grey t-shirt. His hair was longer and dark, not too long to be floppy, but not short enough to classify it like every other guys hair here. I like it actually. All of it suits him.
Him: yeah, thats why.
He got up and walked out of the Student Lounge leaving me to sit there in confusion. Why not just talk to me out loud? Who was this guy? How, in this small school, have I never seen or heard from him before? And why would Brandon think Jax was responsible for Emmetts murder?
Him: that chair is the comfiest. Id move before someone else snatches it from you.
My lips curved upwards in a small smile. He was right, it is the comfiest chair in here.
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The Blood-Stained River
Short StoryIt was spring break, what did you expect? What did anyone expect? Surely not a murder. Not of someone you know, anyway. Not someone who you see everyday in the halls. Not in a town like St. Croix, Wisconsin. A population of 2,133 people. Now it's a...
