Chapter Twelve

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This is just a filler. Nothing too exciting sadly.

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Finn's face shown through my screen, it was past midnight but my brain was wired. His eyes droopy, yet he fought it. "Do you think they'll report it to the cops?"

"I doubt it." He sighs. "Don't worry about it. You didn't do anything wrong." He keeps telling me that, but I don't believe him. "Just relax."

"But Finn, I could've killed her."

"But you didn't." He repeats. "Y/n, just take deep breathes."

I buried my face in my pillows, sighing shakily. "Just change the subject."

"Okay, uh...you like minecraft?"

"Fuck minecraft." I laughed. "I might as well watch Child's Play and call it a night. You need sleep, you got school tomorrow."

"So do you. You're going whether you like it or not."

I rolled my eyes, a smile trying to appear. "Shut up, I guess I'll go to sleep. Night Finn."

"Night."

The next morning I digged through my closet, attempting to look nice for school. Once I was complete I ran downstairs. My mom was in the kitchen making her morning coffee. I ignore her presence and made toast.

"You need to come home straight after school to clean your room."

"I have a session with Dr. Howell right after school. You'd know that if you tried being my mom." I spat, spreading butter on the toast once it was done. I felt her glare as I slam the door behind me.

At school I sat down in my usual seat, staring outside the window. I picked at my nails and let out a sigh as the bell rang. The teacher walked in and began speaking, writing on the board. I glanced around the room, not seeing anyone glaring my way. I'm being paranoid, no one knows what I did.

Throughout the class I restrained from grabbing my bags and running out of the class. What's the deal though? They all think I'm a monster. But that saying is true, all monsters are human. God Evan Peters killed that role, Tate Langdon. My favorite character, so mysterious, so dangerous, so broken. Total heartthrob in my opinion.

"Y/n."

I jolted up in the air, seeing my teacher staring at me. "You're needed in the office."

I hesitated on getting up, feeling every set of eyes on me. My whole body felt as if it was going to shut down with each step. I took my time going to the office, stopping by the vending machine  for a soda. In the office the secretary glanced up at me, motioning for me to go into the principles office. I took a moment to regain my posture, walking inside.

Two police officers were talking to the principal and stopped abruptly as I walked in. "Is there something wrong?" I asked innocently.

"Take a seat." Principal Quinn instructed.

I did, staring at all of them for a moment.

"Where were you yesterday evening between five and six?" One of the officers asked me. I glanced down at his badge to see Officer Abbott.

"Walking home from a restaurant with a friend."

"Where and who?" The other one, Officer Bragwell, asked me.

"I was at David's Homemeal with my friend, Finn Wolfhard. May I ask why I'm here being questioned. Did I do anything wrong?"

"Two girls, Sabrina and Chelsea, were founded almost beaten to death in an alleyway. They claimed that it was you."

He glares at me as I rolled my eyes. "Did they tell you that they were completely innocent and that I attacked them on sight?" When they exchanged a glanced I let out a harsh laugh. "I can admit that we do not get along the slightest, but I never laid a hand on them. I seen them at a grocery store and ran out as quick as I could with Finn."

"We'll be in contact with that owner of the restaurant and your friend."

"I did nothing. Honest to God." I said calmly.

"You may go but don't be surprised if we're standing on your front porch this evening." Officer Bragwell said. I could tell both of them didn't like me one bit.

I got up as calmly as I could, walking back to class. That went smoother than expected. But I know something's not right. Something feels off.

In class all eyes were on me, not leaving after I sat down. Some had the guts to whisper into someone ears and look straight into my eyes. I digged my nails in my palm. They don't know thay I hurt Chelsea and Sabrina.

Something inched my lips upwards. I had control. I had fucking control. I put my fist over my mouth, trying to suppress a smile. Instead I let out a small laugh. God the look on their faces they knew I was going to break. And they saw it, it felt amazing. My laughter only got louder, slapping a hand over my mouth. People turned towards me, giving me a weird look. They looked at me as if I'm crazy, which I am.

I cleared my throat, trying to remain normal. After a few moments everyone attention was back towards the teacher. All while I had a smile on my face.

I wish she died.

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Can someone please tell me who let me listen to Hollywood Undead at eight years old?

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