The Sociopath Who Ate My Cereal

"American Psycho Killed it at the Big Exposition"

*WARNING SENSITIVE TOPIC INCLUDING SUICIDE AND SEXUAL CRIMES* this story does have a lot of normal sexual scenarios but they're all consensual-but there is a small part in this chapter that can be triggering. I want to point out to that I believe Lucas and Candice's relationship is 100% toxic and they both know it. I personally do not condone or encourage similar relationships. This book is for entertainment factor and fictional. I'm only saying this because in the world we're in it's important to spread positivity and healthy relationships. Especially during this difficult time.

Chapter 15

The first thing I heard when I got into school that morning was "Did you hear what happened? Did you hear what he did? Can you believe it?"

Murmurs were running all around campus. No one could stop talking about it. In fact it seemed to be the only thing people did want to discuss. The first thing I heard when I got into school that morning was "Did you hear what happened? Did you hear what he did? Can you believe it?"

If the school would have had a paper the headline would be Lucas Avery St. Mary's very own American Psycho Killed it at the Big Exposition.

Get it? Killed it. Okay well I think I'm funny. Puns aside I hated to admit it. But he had.

Lucas didn't audition. Nor did I ever get a request to participate. One minute Scott Blackwood was scheduled to preform. The next moment Lucas had stepped on stage and preformed a piece no one had ever heard before.

But it was haunting. Even now the tones of the piano echoed through my soul.

It was the storm that just settled along the see. A stray bolt of lightening that started a blazing fire. It was spring and winter. It was electric. The song he played was beautiful.

He played so well everyone forgot about how they found poor Scoot Blackwood dead. Apparently he had an allergic reaction to a peanut. No one thought it was strange.

I hated to think he was more than just an unfortunate accident. I mean after all he had only known he was deathly allergic to nuts since pre-K and all. The guy who took his place in the Exposition wasn't a natural born sociopath or anything. Why in gods name would anyone even the police find it strange? Note my sarcasm.

In all honestly though, no one questioned his death. Not even his parents. This world was more messed up than I thought. There was a wake for him on Tuesday after school. Only a handful of people were expected to go. No one wanted to take the time out of their day to pay their respects to a fallen student. This stupid school would much rather stalk and hound down Lucas to get him to either play/ or teach them something on the piano.

Sick bastards. And here I thought Lucas was the only one.

I stared at my hands. My finger nails were wreaked from gnawing at them. Complete disbelief washing over me. Lucas had always been...cruel. But a murder. That thought had never crossed my mind. I mean sure I could see him maiming someone, fûcking people who were completely inappropriate, and destroying property; sure. But killing someone....I shouldn't have been shocked really. I mean. Not to be nonchalant but 'it was only a matter of time.' Remember, he had killed my cat. They say it always starts with animals.

"Sad isn't it." Tony said from next to me. I didn't say anything. I stayed quiet. He sighed and turned to talk to Tinsley, who was still ignoring me. "What do you think Tins."

Tinsley grumbled underneath her breathe. I knew her well enough that she was even debating answering. But she must have had something to say because she was doing that finger tapping thing she always did when she was trying to keep quiet. It never worked that way. Tinsley is a bomb waiting to go off. She never stayed silent for long.