I got rejected. I don't know what I was expecting, and I'm not disappointed or anything. Why did I even ask to help kill people?
Oh well, I guess I'll just go home. At least I got to sit at a table and stare at a really hot guy.
I wonder if I'll see him again tomorrow?
And I did! After that, I saw him everywhere. New character unlock, I guess.
To my utmost surprise, he was popular. Well... it wasn't that shocking. The most shocking part was that I hadn't noticed him sooner. Girls and boys clung to him; he was always surrounded by people, and people were always trying to get his attention.
The irony.
Don't people usually avoid serial killers? I guess it's a exception if he's young and hot.
He was always dressed well, though his hair often looked messy, yet somehow still neat. And I didn't notice before, but he has layers. Don't ask me how I didn't notice—I was staring at the face, not the hair.
Whatever, I'm quitting drama club. It's boring now and I won't have time on my hands when I start killing people.
I know, I know. Elizabeth, why the heck would you want to kill people? And Dante already rejected you.
I weighed the pros and cons in my head.
Pros.
I've never done it before (well, duh).
Cons.
Good.
Pros.
I could stab someone (Why is this even a pro?).
Cons.
I could go to jail.
Pros.
I could go to jail.
See, pro wins by a landslide. Now all I have to do is convince Dante. First, we've got to be friends. I saw him every day for a week straight but, I haven't spoken to him since that day at the coffee shop.
I don't think he wants to be my friend. Now that I think about it... how do you make friends? I don't have any friends.
Hmmm. Maybe I should ask Bella, she has friends and she's the only person that talks to me.
For the first time, I walked up to Bella's locker. "How do you make friends?" I asked. She looked shocked, probably to see me here. Then her face went back to it's normal gothic expression. Nothingness.
"This is sad—even for you."
"Shut up and tell me how to make friends." I rolled my eyes.
"It's hard to shut up and talk at the same time." I hate this girl.
"Just tell me."
"Say please," she said, cracking a small smile.
Ughhhhhhhhh. "Please." I mumbled.
"Huh? I didn't quite catch that. Could you speak louder?"
"I said please."
"I don't know, people walked up to me asked where I bought my eyeliner. I tell them, boom. Friends."
Is it really that easy? Eyeliner? But he doesn't wear eyeliner.
I walked away. Besides the hall, where does Dante usually hang out? Who does he hang out with?
Wait. Screw this.
He's a serial killer. I could just threaten him. Who needs friends when you've got blackmail?
How do I get him alone to blackmail him? He's always surrounded. I wrote a note in English class telling him to meet me in the library.
Then I snuck it into his locker, like a creep.