killer |n.h|

|stunned|

❝Every town has a psychopath or two.❞ -Nikki Ferguson

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People always say the first day of school was the worst. But for me it was the second. You know exactly why.

My acting skills were put to the test the whole day. I had to:

1, act as if I'd gotten seven hours of sleep last night, which I certainly did not.

2, pretend I still didn't know what happened to Angus.

3, treat Niall like a normal guy. Not a fucking murderer/psychopath.

I was actually pretty stunned by how well my lying was. At lunch I say with him and Molly, who were busy studying for some upcoming text they had. I tried to focus on my food and not them. But Molly kept talking to me. I didn't want to seem rude so I answered all of her questions.

"Can you hand me that pencil, Sarah?" Niall says. I manage not to shoot him a look as I pick up one and hand it up to him. "I only use the red ones."

"Why?" I ask, handing him a red pencil instead. He couldn't see the color anyway.

"He believes they're better quality," Molky says rolling her eyes.

"It's the truth," he replies. Oh, how I wished everyone here knew the actual truth.

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That day I walked by the janitor's closet 14 times. I counted because I couldn't help it. Each time I saw his dead body hanging, pale in the dark. And everything in my classes reminded me of death. Not that I was going to commit suicide, I just couldn't help thinking of it.

In history we learned about Pompeii and the volcano explosion, killing thousands upon thousands of people. In chemistry we dissected a dead fly. And in Spanish, if course, we discussed the Day of the Dead, which was in 4 weeks. I bet it was Niall's favorite day.

Niall rode the bus with me, which I hated. He tried talking to me the whole twenty minutes back to the house, but I just gave him shirt answers to his questions.

"How was school?"

"Good."

"The lunch was pretty gross though."

"Mm-hmm."

"But that Spanish test we have to study for is so big!"

"Yeah," I say, turning to face him. "I bet it'll kill me."

With that I look back out the window. He doesn't say anything for the rest of the ride home. Once the bus stops at our driveway he climbs out and walks in front of me. I glare at the back of his blonde/brunette head. I'm not kidding, if this bit wasn't a psycho I bet we'd be having sex by now.

Though I could get home for having an affair with him, which I wouldn't want. Well now I would, in my situation. But I wasn't going to lose my virginity to Niall, a killer for Christ's sake, to go home. Plus, he couldn't just get away with this. I still didn't know what to do, but before I left a couple says before Christmas, I would get him arrested. I had to.

"So what're you bring for Halloween?" he asks as we walk into the house. I was kind of stunned at his question. Was he fucking joking?!

"I don't know yet," I say. Again, I had to play it safe.