Perfect Places

Only A Matter Of Time

- Connor's Point Of View -
"It's been almost three months boys," I said, looking down at my hands out of anger.

   No one said anything. Kyle, a boy I had begun communicating with about a month ago, stared deep into my eyes. Tate, a boy that used to be one of my closest friends, was angry. No, angry wasn't the right word. He was livid.

   Tate hadn't said anything in minutes. He was furious at me for forcing him into helping me. I mean, he was needed if I was to execute my plan the right way.

   "TREE MONTHS, BOYS," I yelled, trying to get a response out of at least one of them.

   "We get it," Kyle hissed, "That's not our fault now, is it?"

   He was mocking me. Disgraceful.

   I smirked at him and leaned in his direction, "Listen, Kyle. I can do some bad things that will ruin your life. No, I can do some terrible things. Shut up now before it's too late."

   "Oh yeah? Waddua gonna do?" He looked frustrated.

   "Trust me, Kyle," I stared at him, "I can kill anyone you care about. Heck, I can have it arranged right now if I wanted to."

   Kyle scowled and Tate rolled his eyes. I glared over at him.

   "Do you have something to say, kid?" I asked, getting more and more annoyed my the second.

   He looked at me, "Look Connor, whatever sick, twisted, messed up problem you have with Rae, I dont want anything to do with it. We are friends, and I will never do anything to hurt her."

   I got so close to his face that I could smell the bacon he had for breakfast, "I can have Maddie killed right now, Tate. I dont think you quite realize how true that statement is."

   "Oh, so you can have anyone killed whenever you want, but you just cant get your sweet revenge on an innocent teenage girl that did absolutly nothing to you?" Tate sneered at me.

   I backed away. Kyle let out a small laugh. My eyes stared daggers into his. He had no right to laugh at anything at that moment.

   "He does have a point." Kyle grinned.

   "Alright," I sighed, "I dont really care if you guys try to bail on me and my plan right now. But, you will help me out. Its not a question of if you guys will help me, its just a matter of time."
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- Rae's Point Of View -
I sat up on a raggedy couch that sat in the corner of Zane's bedroom and looked at my clock on my phone. It read 9:36 am. I had managed to sleep in a substantial amount.

Without realizing it, I yawned and looked out the window above Zane's bed. It looked as if it was a clear, sunny day. I ran my fingers through my knotted hair, and glanced over at Zane's desk.

The desk was cluttered with random papers, pencils, trinkets, and other things. Zane'a room looked like the average teenage boy's room. A few posters hung on his walls, and a large rug sat in the middle.

Zane was sleeping in his messy bed, looking like he didn't have a single care in the world. He could sleep all day of someone let him. Even though his hair was a mess, and he was wearing the same clothes from the night before, he still had managed to look good.

I could see from under the door that the hallway light was still off. Neither of us had actually seen Zane's father at all, so we just assumed he was at a bar.

That idea was sad, but it was more than likely true. Zane had told me that his dad had checked himself into rehab, but he wasn't doing a great job of keeping his act together.