Ṡṁëḷḷṡ Ḷïḳë Ṫëëṅ Äṅġṡẗ (M. Wheeler)

Ch. 3 | The Pollywog

Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to post this part. I made a week or two ago, like all the other following chapters (except the last one to come, which I'm still working on because the episode is an hour fucking long, and I really wanna start with S3 already but I have to finish this first) and I could've posted it a couple days ago, but I prefer posting on my laptop because the font edits such as bold and italics do no show up when I paste it on my phone.

Now I know that's no excuse for why this is so late, but the reason I mentioned it was because I have been, ever since publishing the second episode, struggling to force myself to just lean over and turn on my computer—because yes, I am actually (pathetically enough) that fucking lazy.

But enough with my ranting—enjoy chapter three!

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This class was fucking boring.

Well actually, he wasn't gonna lie, Dylan would've found it interesting—a rod though someone's skull? Who wouldn't find that interesting?—if he wasn't completely on edge. Something about what Lucas said perturbed him—and oddly enough, it wasn't the fact that Will was presumed dead or that another kid died and they somehow thought it was Will; it was the fact that Lucas was telling the truth, but also not really.

Dylan could sense it—there was truth to his words, but they weren't exactly the full truth. It gave a good explanation as to why Will seemed perturbed all the time but it didn't give much explanation to why evil seems dot be surrounding him. He had a feeling Lucas might know something about that though—he was hiding something, that's for sure—but when he said the other kid died.... he could smell the sweat on him. Gross, he knows, but it was also a sign that he was lying about that. Sort of... as in maybe someone had drowned but it was actually Will and not the kid? Wait, that made no sense. Maybe someone else faked a drowning? But why the fuck would someone want to do that? And even so, why would it coincide with Will missing? Unless is was premeditated...

Dylan groaned. Ugh, why was he even thinking about this shit?! It was in the past, wasn't it? Why should he care??

Still, something about this town....

His attention was caught when Will suddenly peered back towards him—but not to look at Dylan himself; to look at Max. He eyed his sister as she oh-so evidently turned her head away to make it look like she hadn't been staring at him for the past five minutes. What Lucas had said must've been stuck on her mind too—probably freaking her out as well. But damn, did she really have to stare?

When the boy turned around, Dylan smacked her arm and she flinched, turning to glare at him. He rolled his eyes and glanced to Will pointedly as if to say, "really?" She just scoffed and faced back forwards, luckily not staring at Will again. Dylan shook his head. She really needed to work on her subtlety.

"At the time this was known as the American Crowbar case. Although it wasn't a—" the door flew open, the loud noise of which cutting Mr. Clarke off and subsequently breaking the intrigued trance that he had on his class. Dylan gazed in amusement as Dustin stumbled into class frantically, mumbling a bunch of apologies. Clearly he had to work on his subtlety too.

"Please continue with the lesson. Don't mind me," Dustin said as he gasped and panted all the way over to his seat, in which he flopped ungraciously into. Dylan snickered as the boys looked over to Dustin with inquiring glances while Mr. Clarke started up the lesson again as of nothing happened. He must be used to the boy's odd behaviour.

Dustin leaned over to the boys. "We have to meet. All of us. AV club. At lunch," he said in what he must've thought was a whispered tone. That made Dylan snort. Super senses or no, he was pretty sure anyone who cared enough could hear them.