@jordan.kai
Not happening.
I roll my eyes so hard I’m surprised they don’t get stuck.
Around me, the crowd erupts in a collective orgasm as someone in a black and yellow uniform does...something athletic. A tackle? A goal? A ritualistic dance to summon the football gods? Who the fuck knows.
Thunder rumbles in the distance like said gods have found their sacrifice wanting.
@jordan.kai
We’ll use it when we really need to
Safer this way
Yeah, safer forhim.
Because what I realized the past two days of moping, is that the video Kai claims to have is just as incriminating for him as it is for Bastian. Accessory to the crime, that kind of thing.
A nuke that will leave both himandour professor radioactive.
The sheer audacity makes me want to find the nearest sharp object and go full slasher-film on his stupid face.
@lee.haven
Bet you don’t even have it
Were you even there?
@jordan.kai
I wouldn’t lie to you
The metal stands vibrate beneath me as people stomp their feet in some coordinated display of tribal belonging. Pop music blares from the speakers.
But everything feels dull and heavy, colors darkened by the gray skies overhead, the wind picking up and snatching away the music, the voices, the excitement.
@jordan.kai
Believe what you want
“Motherfucking cocksucking piece of shit,” I hiss, loud enough that the senior in front of me turns around with a scandalized expression.
I smile sweetly at her.
“What was that?” Melissa turns to me, eyebrows raised.
“Nothing.”
She frowns. “You’ve been weird since Thursday. And not your normal, delightful brand of weird.”
I force a smile that feels like it might crack my face. “Just fantasizing about homicide.”
Across the darkening field, I spot Bastian in the faculty section, looking unfairly attractive in a black peacoat and dark gray scarf. He’s chatting with an ancient professor whose bow tie suggests he started teaching when dinosaurs roamed the earth.
As if sensing my gaze, Bastian turns, his eyes finding mine with the precision of a predator spotting wounded prey. The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk that makes my stomach flip and my common sense take a vacation.
I look away first, willing away the heat that floods my face. Apparently, my body missed the memo that he’s a psychopathic asshole.
