A Condemned Haven

Chapter 3

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Jack knew he wasn't popular at school and he was perfectly okay with that. He had two friends and that was all he needed. His friend James was standing against his locker talking to his other friend Sammy. He had known James since he was just a kid, but Sammy was a new addition from freshman year. James was quite the player with his blonde hair and blue eyes not hurting. He was pretty muscular from the time he used to play football and Jack knew he still worked out at least four or five times a week. Sammy had curly black hair with red dyed at the ends. Her skin was a caramel color that complimented her honey brown eyes. She was fit from all the time she spent running track. They had both helped him through a really hard time and after that, they really never left each other's side.

"Hey guys."

"Hey, did you hear about Clarke Holden coming back today?"

James was more of a gossip than he liked to admit, which was ironic considering Sammy was the girl. He knew everything before anyone else because he was friends with everyone. James was just an infectious person. He could make even the most serious and hateful people his friends. He was nice to everyone, including the people he didn't even know. There was really no way to get on his bad side unless you messed with his friends.

"Yeah she actually gave me a ride to school." Sammy's breath caught in her throat and it felt like liquid fire going down. She whipped her face towards him, almost whacking James in the face with her hair.

"She what?" Jack knew she would overreact about it, he almost thought about not telling her. Sammy was the mom of their group. She looked out for everyone and made sure none of them made too stupid of decisions. While it was sweet, it could also be frustrating. Jack knew it had a lot to do with her mom. Her mom was the opposite. She didn't care where Sammy went or what she did, and so Sammy had to learn to take care of herself from a very young age. She had moved to Summerville her freshman year when she met Jack and James.

"She gave me a ride to school because I missed the bus. She seemed nice actually, a little scary, but nice." Sammy couldn't believe the words coming out of her friends' mouth.

"She killed someone Jack, that isn't a joke," said Sammy. Telling him something he already knew wasn't going to change anything. If he thought he was in danger, he wouldn't have got in the car. He felt he was a pretty good judge of character, so there was no need for his friends to doubt him. If anything, their concern was making him angry. Why couldn't Sammy just lay off? It's not like he could change it now anyway.

"Is she hot up-close man? I always wanted to be with a crazy chick." James was grinning like an idiot. He always felt the need to sexualize everything, but Jack had learned to accept that about him.

"I don't think she's crazy." Jack just didn't get that type of vibe from her. She gave him no reason to be worried. If anything, she was really kind to him for giving him a ride.

"If she's not crazy then she's vindictive, but no matter which way you paint it, she's a murderer."

"Sammy that's a little harsh." His tone was a little clipped and Sammy noticed. Why was he getting so angry over someone he didn't know?

"Yeah well that's just how it is."

"Sammy, Sammy calm down. There's no need to get on Jacks case, he was in the car with a very hot woman. You expect him to deny such an opportunity." Sammy just rolled her eyes before mumbling a whatever and walking away.

"I'm proud of you Jack. You really put yourself out there."

"Shut up James."

Jack walked away and into his classroom down the hall. He felt a little temperamental now. Sammy had ruined his good mood. Everyone was talking about Clarke's return, with her in the back of the room. She sat there with headphones in to try and avoid hearing all the things said about her. She didn't care, but it was nice not to hear about how she brutally murdered someone. The kid she had given a ride to was standing in the doorway staring at her with a peculiar look on his face. She didn't want his pity; she was just being nice. When he sat down, he felt her eyes on the back of his head, but he didn't dare to look back at her.