BAD CUPID

•Created By: Snow Marisvega •

Chapter 8.

—Picture is CHRISTIAN

(For everyone who is rereading, this isn't our christian, yes. He also has been changed- DEC 2022)

DYLAN'S POV

Not me having double detention. I-

IT ISN'T EVEN A THING!

Okay, that, was dramatic as fuck.

Yes, I know, I was fucking dramatic!

Ugh! I let this anger make me feel like the drama king and maybe I was but I couldn't help it. I was mad, I didn't know what to think. This was so wrong in many ways because I love Shawn and then he gave Henry that ticket despite the fact that I had fucking won! Corruption! This is corruption!

Ugh.

I was in the school bathroom, I didn't know how to bottle up my feelings. Especially this anger thing. My fists were still clenched. I was staring at my reflection in the mirror, because of my outburst and the whole dead body thingy, I got detention? Again? An added De-fucking-tention? It is the audacity this Rowen man has to report me to the principal, and then I got detention.

Henry and Mr. Rowen were both jackasses from one of the seven hells, literal demons. Not Mr. Rowen embarrassing me and not giving me that. I think what made me more mad was how he just favoured that good looking, teenage, unsalted pretzel! Ugh!! The audacity. Henry seemed to be a big shot in this school and people seemed to somehow worship him, it wasn't like he even spoke to them all the time. And I know he didn't need that ticket, he just wanted to piss me off, to get on my nerves, to show who was the number one in this school. He seemed to always have his fucking way and did anyone care? Ha! No.

He should be worrying about his last name, I mean what sort of a last name is Ashcroft? If his ancestors had gone for Microsoft, it would have been better, at least there would be two things that were micro in his body and soft.

Pfft.

Ass fucking crotch!

"Hey. Are you...okay?"

I turned to look at who it was and sighed.

"I'm fine!" I replied, trying not to sound mean but well, who in satan's name was I kidding?

"You sure? You are extremely red right now. You sure the school doesn't need like a shield or go on ultimate lockdown just in case you go all KABOOM?"

I sighed again.

"Not now, Christian. I am in the middle of having a conversation with myself."

"You know you shouldn't let all that get to you." He said with a shrug as he walked towards me. I leaned on the wall and folded my arms letting out a sigh.

"I don't know how y'all do your thing in this school, but in the real world this kinda shit is supposed to piss me the fuck off and it did."

Christian nodded. "I know. I understand."

"That was really annoying. You saw what happened in there. He-"

"I know. I know. I did. We all did and it was wrong. It was a fair fight." He smiled as he took few steps forward.

Christian was quite tall, brown hair was really cute too. He also looked like something out of a magazine with his full brows and sexy body.

The boys here were definitely something. Scarlett witch really wasn't joking when she said this place was almost like mystic falls, filled with sexy boys.

"You're still mad, aren't you?"

I blinked back into reality and looked at him. "Well, what gave it away?"

"You look like you want to murder someone right now." Christian replied and held my hands.

"You got a hammer in your backpack?"

"No." He pouted. "But, I have got a baseball bat, would that do?"

I smiled. "That would do."

"And what about when they find the body?"

"When?" I laughed. "Christian, no one ever finds the bodies."

Christian chuckled and then scratched his head. "It's...a joke, right? T-The body part? Cause you sometimes give out serial killer vibes."

I smiled. "Well, thank you, babe."

He really was cute, and I loved his vibe and how he just happened to always be there like he was the Alfred to my Batman.

"So, a penny for your dark thoughts?" He shrugged, hands in his pockets.

I sighed.

"I hate that jerk face, he always gets what he wants and no one thinks to put him in his place because he's got the looks and money, that's what makes me so mad."

You forgot about him for a second.

"Yeah. I noticed." He chuckled. "Dodgeball? That gave it out, when you went all Nightwing on him. You were cool tho." He grinned.

I chortled.  "Well thanks, I guess"

"So....as your friend. Which I think I am, you owe me."

"What? Seriously, Harley Quinn? You're just gonna up and do me like that?" I placed both hands on my waist and he laughed.

"I mean, I took you to your locker on your first day and helped you up when you thought you were dead-"

Yeah..I totally remember that embarrassing part. He ended up not being worth it.

"...so you owe me."

"Ah, that makes sense."

"Mmhmm."

"Okay, so.....what'd you want?" I asked with a shrug. "Sorry, I don't have a condom with me or lube."

"What? No. I-," he became red and I smirked. "I didn't mean-"

I laughed. "Relax."

He nervously chuckled. "You are crazy."

"I know," I smiled. "So, what would you want me to do, Christian?"

"I want you to have dinner with me."

My smile slowly vanished.

A date?

Nuh uh.

No no no no.

"Oh. Christian. I..I can't go on a date with-"

He snorted. "Who said anything about a date?"

I blinked.

Embarrassing, again.

"I just said go have dinner with me not dress up completely and play boyfriends." He chuckled.

"Oh. So you mean like...friendship dinner?"

Does that even make sense?

"Yeeeah, something like that." He nodded. "Except early." He added making me laugh.

"Uh okay, then." I nodded. "Later today?" I asked with a grin.

"Yeah, maybe...six o'clock then?"

I nodded. "Okay."

"See, you already forgot you were mad." He wiggled his brows at me.

"Oh, shush up."

He laughed.

I really did forget.

And then the bell rang again..

"Ugggh." I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"Um..before we both go. Can I at least get your phone number, so I can call you?"

"Sure." I shrugged. He handed me his phone and I typed down my number, handing it back to him. He grinned and took it back.

"Okay, then, time to get to class" he said with his perfect smile. "Aren't you coming?" He asked as he walked backwards.

"We don't have the same class now but...I'll leave soon enough" I said with a chuckle. He chuckled as well and nodded.

"I'll see you later then." He said and turned walking towards the door. He stopped and turned back. I frowned wondering "Don't bail on me."

"I won't." I smiled and then he left. I shook my head with a little laugh and looked back at myself in the mirror, with a sigh I brushed my hair with my fingers. The door swung open and I sighed placing a smile on my face.

"I already said I won't bail." I said as i turned and instantly my smile slowly sank back in.

Henry.

He just stared at me. His green eyes piercing into mine.

You sexy fucking bitch!

"I..."

"Don't give a fuck about what you want to say, Henry Scowcroft." I interrupted, picked up my backpack and walked out, hitting my shoulder against his before leaving the bathroom.

I refuse to get angry.

Wasn't I already?

Ugh. Stupid. Stupid.

I hate him.

•••

"Hey." I shut my locker and smiled at my the girl who forced me to be her friend.

"Hi there, Frosty."

"What happened during your third period?" Raven asked as we began to walk towards the exit. School was over for today, it never did go as fast as the movies portrayed and being mad didn't make it go any faster.

I was really tired and really looking forward to that friendship dinner with Christian.

"What'd you mean?" I frowned, confused.

"Oh, don't play guess what with me. I heard from Felicia who heard from heather who heard from Sophia who spoke to Tricia and Tatiana that you went all avatar state in class. History class." She stated.

I stopped walking and shot her a confused look. "Huh?"

"Well, you heard me."

"You really do have eyes and ears everywhere, huh?"

"What'd you expect?" She dramatically flipped her hair with a smile. "Now start talking and praise me later. What the actual hell happened that made you go all nine tails?"

"Why don't you ask Felicia, who heard from tinkerbell, who heard from Lady gaga?"

Raven smacked my arm. "I will drown you."

"Ugh, fine, Aurora." I rolled my eyes.

"Go on."

I sighed as we began walking again. "It was Henry, which I'm sure you know." I muttered and then explained everything to her, we had gotten into her car and she was already driving by the time I was done.

"Touché. Okay, Mr. Rowan is such an ass, he needs so get fired! That was wrong on many levels. I mean, you obviously won and even the dead people you guys talked about today would testify to that. They'd be mad in their many decades grave! You deserved that ticket, ugh, they'd be rolling in their graves."

"Exactly!!! It just isn't fair" I sighed.

She glanced at me and back at the road, a small frown on her face. "It's not really about the ticket, is it?" She asked as if seeing through me.

"No." I muttered and shook my head slowly. "He just....gets away with everything and I hate it. It feels like déjà vu. He's like some god that everyone obeys and it fucking makes me wanna kill someone, he reminds me of someone from my old school who gets away with everything and people like that make me really sick, I just don't know how to not do anything." I sighed. "I mean we both got detention and..."

My eyes widen and I freaked.

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed.

Raven flinched. "What?"

"Shit. Detention. Oh my God. Raven...you..you have to turn back. NOW" I began to panic.

"Woah. What is it?"

"ARIEL, TURN THE FUCKING CAR AROUND!!!"

"I HAVE DETENTION. I'M SUPPOSED TO BE AT..."

"Oh crap! How could you even forget! Tighten your seatbelt hun." she said and instantly did a U-turn. She drove back to school real fast, it was like seeing a princess turn into a member of the fast and furious team, and in exactly seven minutes we were back at school.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." I kept repeating as I unbuckled my seatbelt and jumped out of her car. "THANK YOU!"

"Call me!" She yelled to my hearing as I ran back into the school, giving her a peace sign without looking back.

"I will!" I yelled back.

Shit. How could I forget?

I walked into the class and every eye looked up at me making me feel suddenly like an outcast.

I swallowed.

"You're late." The teacher in charge stated. More like 'watchman'. I don't really know what they call these teachers who watch kids in detention. Wasn't it a punishment tho?

"I'm so sorry. Something happened and I..."

"Yeah yeah. Excuses." He sighed. "Mr. Ashcroft here told me he saw you going home?"

Excuse you. Who the fuck is-

HENRY!

I scowled at him, my eyes darkened. He just waved at me with an evil smirk plastered on his lips.

"It's not true." I decided to defend myself. "My friend was dying and I had to take her to the hospital, a real one."

"Dylan," he gave me a look. "I have a picture of you leaving school, he showed me."

Shit.

"That's not...what you think it is. Scarecrotch is a manipulative freak! He-"

"Go get your seat, Mr. Dexwell. Let this be the last warning and don't you ever think of lying to me ever, dead friend or not, be here."

I nodded and walked to the only seat available, the one in front of Henry. Why do I feel like he kept that seat empty because he wanted to taunt me?

Henry had one of those victory smirks on his face. I was furious. Did he really just do that? Of course he did, even after what happened in class, you would think such a person would have felt a little something but no, Henry was an uncircumcised dick, he was an asshole with an A.

Henry had no smile on his face when he looked at me, I flashed him a fake smile and he cocked his brows at me. "Could you not just mind your business?"

Henry shrugged. "We both got detention, it is only fair we both are here." He said without looking at me.

"You took a photo of me? Seriously, scarecrow?"

"Call me whatever you want, Dex-wart." He said, not sparing me a look, but smiling.

"Fuck you."

"No, thank you." He snorted. "I don't know what you might give me." He said and finally looked at me.

"I'd stab you with my pen, but I don't wanna get arrested for killing an animal" I said and shook my head "Game on. Mister Ashcroft. Game on" I said and looked away.

"Whatever, Dylan."

I guess. We'll be playing for a looong time.

****

Detection was over and Henry was already leaving but I had a few words to say to him, I grabbed my bag and rushed out. I was still angry, It didn't die down for a second and all I fantasized about was drowning him, choking him, setting him on fire and feeding him to piranhas

"Hey! Henry!" I called out. He tilted his head to look back at who was calling and when he saw it was me, he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"What?"

"What is this all about?" I asked when I finally caught up with him.

"Hmm?" His brows flew up.

"Don't play dumb with me, you took a photo of me and showed whoever that man in there was."

"Mr. Spencer."

"I don't give a fuck if he is Carly's brother. I am just really irritated with all of this. It's tiring. Seriously, Henry. What is this? What's the motive? What's the end game? There seems to be none except you just enjoying being a fucking dickhead and it is honestly not a good look on you."

"D-"

"Stay in your limits, Henry. I really do not fucking care for you at all, so please do the same and mind your own business. You seem to have a lot on your plate, so focus on that. Got it?." I said, pointing at him.

Henry said nothing to me in return, and i just turned and walked away

Stupid piece of shit.

****

"Did you really snap?" Isabelle asked and I sighed heavily.

"Yeah." I responded.

Isabelle and I were having a video call. She was dressing up while I was just laying on my bed.

"Oh my God, Dylan, you gotta control yourself. You know when you get angry, you become Azula in the last battle. Mad." She said as she put on a blue dress.

"What was I supposed to do?" I frowned, irritated. "They were pissing me off."

"Listen, Malfoy." She came closer to the camera and looked at me. "Not everyone needs the spit of fire. You sure you don't wanna take those anger management classes?"

"I don't think I am that angry to have them classes."

"I'm just saying." She shrugged and began brushing her hair. "Plus you're like super competitive and hate losing."

"Super competitive? What? I just never lose. It's different."

"Mmhmm. Remember when you got a B in English and Mr. Devin said he never gives A even though you had a perfect score? So, you published in the school magazine two days later that his father was a coloniser who had black slaves."  Isabelle cocked her brow at me.

"It's different. Plus I didn't lie! I investigated and found out his grandfather actually did have them."  I shrugged. "I don't regret it. He got fired, rightfully so, and I got my A, and don't tell me you didn't find him sketchy too."

"I mean, he did call Talia, Tanisha one time."

"Exactly."

"And he assumed that kid's name was automatically Devon." She pouted.

"And he had the whitest name, Rob."

"But still, you've always been a mean bitch, and we weren't even friends when that happened but I knew it was you."

"That still doesn't mean anything in this case. Mr. Rowan is a fucking cunt and he knew what he did and made me lose my cool, and now everyone thinks I am a psychopath."

"Aren't you?" Isabelle interjected, fixing her makeup. "You once got mad and told a twelve year old you would murder his parents and hang him in front of his school."

"And I don't see anything wrong with that. He called me a freak for having white hair, did he think I was his mother that he would curse at?"

Isabelle sighed. "Just admit you're a bad person, Dylan."

""You're one to talk. You told Martha's mom her daughter lost her virginity in the church."

Isabelle giggled. "It was so funny. Her mom used to call me a slut, I needed her to know the call was coming from the house. At least the angels stood guard to watch her daughter get gang banged by alter boys."

Isabella gasped audibly and looked at me. "Speaking of gossip. You know Clementine? Emo, dark hair, pale, horn tattoo on her left arm and too much black makeup?"

"The walking dead girl, yeah, I remember her."

"So she's dating this older guy whose like fifty, and her mom found out about that and got like super angry and told her to break up with him, rightfully so, but she's pregnant for the man."

"Oh my God. Pedophilia? Is he arrested? She's like....seventeen."

"Yeah, yeah. Anyways, that's not the actual tea. That part is the intro."

"Oh," I adjusted to hear the gossip. "Go on."

"I got my spider senses tingling and I felt something was off one time when I found her and the man talking, they were all there and she was cursing at him."

"Go on...."

"After digging, I found out that her mom and Clem's man used to be a thing back in the day."

I gasped, sitting up. "Stop."

"Yup. Eighteen years ago they had a thing."

My eyes widen slowly. "Isabelle.....Don't you fucking say what I think you are about to say right now."

Isabelle laughed sinisterly.  "Clem's mom got pregnant eighteen years ago, and Clem was born to Mr. Larry, her father."

"But he's not?"

"I took a strand of Clem's hair from her hair brush last Saturday when I went to see her and pretend to care about her well being and what she's going through, which I don't care about, that girl once told a boy she liked that liked me that I had aids, which I then told the boy of course that I was the one who followed her to get a refill of her drugs. But anyways, I happened to bumped into her man at the mall, crazy right?"

"Mmhmm. Sure." I gave her a look, knowing damn well it was no coincidence.

"Anyways, I was like 'oh my God, you have got something on your hair", and I cut off a strand. Poor man, thanked me." Isabelle sighed.

"And?"

"Oh, yeah. I ran the DNA test and they're a family. Ninety nine percent."

"Isabelle!"

"What? I needed to satisfy my curiosity!" Isabelle shrugged.

"How did you even know all about that? And why were you all up in their your business?"

Isabelle snorted. "Please, you never mind your own business too. You don't keep friends, but you know everything about everyone. Plus, you are the reason I'm this way, when you get a hunch about something, you always see it to the end to get your results. And you rubbed off on me and I always get a lot of hunches."

"So, I had to know, and if you wanna have power over people, you've got to know their deepest, darkest secrets." Isabelle smirked. "Sure, I'm not gonna tell the whole world that Clem is four weeks pregnant for her father, absolutely not, I'm not a monster. Plus, she'll most likely get an abortion. The thing is, you never can trust people, especially a girl who told a guy I had aids because she wanted to sleep with him." Isabelle shrugged and began applying a red lipstick. "In case Clementine decides to be a witch again, now or in ten years, I'll have a trump card."

Isabelle looked away from her mirror as she dropped her red lipstick. She turned to me and smiled. "How do I look?"

"Like a bitch."

She grinned. "Thanks." Isabelle sighed. "I'm not a terrible person, Dylan. I'm just....always two steps ahead. And don't you worry, I would never cross you." She said.

"I know."

"Because if I did, you'll ruin me. Even if I expose everything about you, you'll send me to the grave, I might Hannah Baker myself." She winked. "I've got to go now."

"Where are you going?"

Isabelle picked up her phone as she stood up. "I have a date with Caleb."

I frowned. "Who's that?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you about him?"

"I think I would remember if you did."

"He's Mr. Riddle's son."

"Again, who the fuck is that?"

"Clem's biological father." Isabelle smiled.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"My investigation isn't done. I need to know if Caleb is also Clem's moms' son, since he is older than Clementine. So, baby, I will see you later. I love you."

"Be careful."

"Please, nobody can kill me. Bye, baby."

"Bye, and keep me posted."

"Of course." She blew me a kiss and hung up.

Now, a lot of people might think Isabelle is a lot, and is she? Yes. But she always gets to the bottom of things whenever she has a hunch, and every-time she gets that, she's always right. It was a thing of mine that I hated.

I was like the white kid in every horror movie that would get curious about something and go check it out. Except not in that moment that I would think I was about to get murdered. I was a curious one, and I always wanted answers

My parents weren't home and I was alone, It was a comfortable kinda alone like it always was. There was nothing better than having the house to yourself and not being bossed around or, you know? Having people invade your space and thankfully, everyone was our of here. I was sitting on the counter in my blue shorts and white shirt, eating some crackers while watching some YouTube videos. Okay, not some but a lot of YouTube videos, videos of Yanis Marshall dancing.

I love Yanis Marshall, he was the best. I mean. Come on. He was perfect. A guy who dances in heels. It was epic. I know there are other guys who possibly can but to me, Yanis beat them all. He's just superb. There's this seductiveness in his dance and this light and it portrays a certain power and it's also compelling. I've watched tons of his videos and I still get amazed. His dance always has that sassiness, sexiness and a lot more. He was also a dance tutor and I would hire him to teach me how to dance in heels but I'd be crippled in just two days.

Damn! He is an icon.

It's really awesome how he could do that. Honestly, If I ever tried to do what he does, I would be on a wheelchair. Hell, when I think about doing it I see myself falling.

This video was an old one, on Britain Got Talent with his two other best friends. Guys who also dance in heels. They did get to the finals but sadly....they didn't win. This was their semi-final video and I was just moving my head to the rhythm of the song when a text from Raven popped in.

Killer Frost: Hey, Snowy. Are you home?♥
Tue, 5:14pm

Me: Why do you ask?.

typing...

Me: What's up?
Tue, 5:15pm

Killer Frost: Are you home, shithead?

typing...

Killer From: You busy?
Tue, 5:17pm

Me: Yes, I am home and
i am just watching rituals on
YouTube.
Tue, 5:17pm

Killer Frost:
So nothing out of the ordinary for you then.

typing...

Killer Frost: Well, just stay put.💅❤
Tue: 5:18pm

Me: why?
Tue: 5:18pm

Me: yo. Answer me.
Tue: 5:20pm

typing...

Me: KILLER FROST!!!❄😣
Where are you?
Tue: 5:21pm.

I groaned and immediately there was a knock on my door which startled me at first. I jumped down from the counter and headed for the door. "Who?" I asked before opening.

"Boy, open the goddamn door."

I recognised that voice, with a little frown, I opened it and cocked my brows at the girl standing in front of me.

"You were already here?"

Raven stood there, smiling deviously in her black mini-skirt, a yellow kinda crop top or was it a singlet? Hmmph and a black leather jacket, holding a birkin bag.

"Oh hey there, Dylan" she flashed that smile at me and walked in without an invitation. "Is your mom home?"

"No," I answered and closed the door. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming? You could have at least responded to my text and said; Oh hey, I'm coming over, oh no wait, I am already here."

"Oh, I did reply." she said and pulled out her phone, typing on it before taking off her jacket.

"No, you didn't." I frowned and walked back to the counter. I grabbed my phone and indeed there was a text from her that said:

Killer Frost: I'm at your house. Looking at you. Nice legs tho 😏😑
Tue: 5:25pm.

Really Raven? Really?

"Bitch, Its 5:26 now. You just sent that text now."

"Hmm? Really? And here i thought I sent it during the time of King Author." Raven said as she walked towards me with the bag she held. "I brought ice cream."

My eyes widen and a smile formed on my lips. "I love you. Wait, what flavor?"

"A little bit of vanilla and a little bit of chocolate. Couldn't decide." she said and placed her hair behind her ear before sitting on one of the stools.

"Nice choice, I am having a bad day." I said as I walked into the kitchen and took out two spoons.

"Your house is nice, I expected something else.."

I frowned.

"Like what? A dump?"

"Oh, come on. You're my best friend and not that kind of thought, I just had the theme 'swan lake' in my head. I have no idea why" she said with a shrug.

"That's because my hair is white." I said with a straight face.

"Hmm, that might be true. Now I remember why I did, It's the hair." She said and flashed me a smile.

"You scare me sometimes." I said with a chuckle as I got two spoons and handed one to her.

"You wouldn't be the hundredth person to tell me that." she smirked. "So, bad day?"

"Ah yes, just normal Henry pissing me the fuck off."

"The boy you loved before."  She laughed.

"Fuck you, Daphne." I sighed. "Let us not even talk about that asshat."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. "He will only piss me off the more."

"So what do you wanna do?"

"Watch YouTube videos and have ice cream like any normal teenager would."

Raven snorted. "But you are not a normal teenager."

"Well, true." I nodded as I had a full spoon of ice cream. "Ughh, so good."

"So, detention?" She questioned.

I sighed and pointed my spoon at her. "Have I told you how much I hate Henry?"

"Yeah, but I have a feeling you're gonna tell me ag-"

"A lot!" I cut her off. "I hate him so much, I just wanna...squeeze his heart."

"Of course you do."

"Do you know what it is like being around such a person? You constantly think of killing them and that is not a good thing, I am seventeen, I shouldn't be thinking of murdering my classmate in front of people. When it gets to doing it in public, it is bad."

Raven blinked. "Wow." She cleared her throat.  "Come on, Henry's an asshole but he's not that bad? I mean, he hasn't had any problems with anybody at school, I think. He is always by himself, doesn't talk to people except when spoken to, he likes to keep to himself, so him coming after you is just something I do not understand." She sighed. "But he is a sweetheart."

"Whose side are you on, Raven?" I asked, a hand on my hip. "Mine or Voldemort's? Because it seems you're kinda supporting that evil boy right now and I do not appreciate that."

Raven gasped dramatically. "Me? Side with Henry? God forbid. It's you sweetie, you are totally right, he is everything you said he was."

"Thank you! I am so right!" I exclaimed.

Raven nodded. "You are, you are."

"Oh and you know what he did at detention today?"

"Please, tell me more." Raven said dryly but I ignored her tone.

"He kept trying to provoke me so I would snap and Mr. Spencer would yell at me! That dipshit even took a photo of me leaving school with you and showed him as proof."

Raven blinked in shock. "Wait, what?"

"Exactly!"

"Henry did that?"

"No, Samson, the boy from gym class. Of course, Henry did!!"

"Don't go all sassy on me, sweetheart, I'll stab your left eye." Raven frowned at me.

"I only need one eye to be able to shoot with a sniper anyways."

"Okay, let's distract you." Raven said with a smile. "Tell me about Seattle."

I groaned. "Well, I have like one friend."

"Just one?"

I nodded. "She's impossible but she's the best, her name's Isabelle and she likes dicks."

"Oh, okay, I think I might enjoy this story." Raven said and flipped her hair backwards with a smile, making me laugh.

"Okay, so, Isabelle and I became close after some shit happened with this one boy I used to like who turned out to be Lucifer."

"Boyfriend?"

"Stay on the topic."

"Sorry, go on."

"She is like you actually, but like....I don't know, you are both also different. She likes to act like the dumb blonde sometimes and so people would never see her coming because she's blonde and stupid, she could never do anything smart. But she would expose you to the world in just a day if you were like a demon, and she always had straight A, because she is all brains."

"I like her already."

I nodded. "And she can't do without a penis in her. I call her a slut but only because we are close, anyone else call her that and it's gonna rain fire." I said and Raven laughed.  "She is amazing, really, and so I miss her because right now if I were in Seattle, we would be talking about....boys that she crushes on and let me tell you something, she crushes on a lot of them."

"So, she's a player."

"And it is a good thing." I nodded. "Whoever said boys are only to be players? Boys fuck multiple girls and he's a king, a girl fucks three guys and she's a slut."

"This is why I hate the world."

"You see how the universe is just bias? And Isabelle don't care, she is a queen and if she wants a man then she goes for him, and that's tea."

Raven snickered. "I understand. Men are just so insecure, a lot of straight men are. They are so toxic and, they feel because they have a penis that they are better and because God made Adam first, it automatically means they are in charge." Raven snorted. "I mean if you don't go do the dishes, Devon, I ain't no maid."

"Exactly." I laughed. "I mean, if a man calls you a Housekeeper, it isn't so bad. He buys the house and you keep it," I shrugged. "He's a dick? Take his property or kill him and then take his property. I mean, relationships are supposed to be fifty-fifty, right? He makes money and you spend it."

Raven gasped. "Boy, I love you so much. The way you think is chef kiss."

"It's just the bare minimum, Raven."

"Well, true."

"Plus men would say anything to get in your pants."

"Men should die at war." Raven sighed.

I pointed my spoon at her. "Baby, they are going ship me off to fight at some war.

Raven laughed. "Baby, if you went to war, you wouldn't last."

"Baby, if I went to war, I would single handedly take out the mastermind of the other team. All the boys want a piece of this, I'll just seduce and poison." I shrugged.

Raven snorted and rolled her eyes at me.

"Baby, this is real life."

"And in real life, I am not going to war."

Raven bursted into a laugh and then went on about something with a smile on her face while I listened. 

I couldn't read people, no.

But this girl?

Something deep down told me she was going to hurt me, and I needed to prepare for it.

I smiled.

It wasn't that I had superpowers, I just...am a bad person, so sometimes my spider senses tingles when something is off with another person.

However, I wondered if maybe I was wrong.