Framed // c.h.

(three)

i can't stop wanting to write this omg, even though i'm actually horrible at mystery-like stuff.

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       "Here come your coke whores,"  Trevor said to Dave as they passed their table. The Talberts were probably the star students at their preparatory school. They were always seen together, with their long blonde hair perfectly combed and their uniforms smoothed and uncreased. Half of the students hated them; half of them were in love with the twins. But it was a known fact that they did drugs, and a lot of other unmentioned things that their parents never knew of.

        "See you after lunch," Dave called to them, already out of his seat and walking towards the Talberts' table. Erin, one of their few female friends, watched Dave converse with one of the blondes.

        "How does Dave know them?" she wondered curiously.

        "The Talberts?" Calum shifted in his seat to take a look at Dave. "I don't know, actually," he said finally, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

        "Oh, shit," Erin interrupted. "I still haven't signed up for after school activities. Is it two weeks or three weeks until they start taking points off?" Calum shrugged; he didn't really care what he chose as an activity.

        "I don't know." Trevor  was currently staring at a freshman guy, who looked uncomfortable under his amused and antagonizing gaze.

        "Do you have to bring your freshman friends when you come here?" Trevor asked Erin in annoyance.

        "Shut up," she said.  "He's not doing anything."

        "Yeah, shut up," the freshman said quietly. Trevor's smile turned into a deep frown.

        "I think it's only two weeks," Calum answered, changing the subject to avoid an argument.  "So next week..."

        "I can kick your ass," the freshman snapped as Trevor continued to aggravate him persistently, with the same smug smile on his face. Trevor seemed unfazed, and twirled his fork in the air.

        "Isn't your sister Maria the senior?" Calum and Erin could sense something bad happening. Trevor was an asshole, and he loved to annoy others. Sometimes it would go too far. Erin rubbed her forehead as Calum stared down at his plate, jabbing at his food.

        "I don't know," the guy grunted.

        "You know I fucked your sister."

        "Does she know that?" the freshman said, his fists clenched in anger, although he still didn't quite believe Trevor's statement.

        "Her p-ssy's so wet. Did you know your sister's p-ssy gets so wet? All you got to do is brush up against it." Trevor snickered as the boy kept his face down, forcing himself to keep his hands from punching his face. "And you know, your sister gives mad good head, right? Gets the whole thing down her throat. Last time, when she was sucking on my d-ck, it only took me, like, a minute before I came all over her face. I bet you jerk off to pictures of your sister, huh? Next time we do it, I'll find you. I'll even let you smell my fingers." Trevor burst out laughing as the freshman stayed silent, knowing that he had won. Erin rolled her eyes at Trevor's exaggerated story and focused on Calum instead.