Coven's P.O.V

As a changed man after jail, you could definetly say that doing illegal shit wasn't exactly my forte anymore. Yet, I couldn't give up the thrilling rush of running through the crisp, night air or the thumping of my heart when the police came around.

Besides, I'm exposing a hoe, I'm the good guy here.

I whistled as I waltzed to school, feeling joyous and energized now that I've gotten back into my well-known routine.

However, the other innocent civilians of New Hope didn't look too happy. I could catch a few snippets of conversation. The majority of them were wondering if Derek Linston really did rape Carrie Connors. The rest were asking among themselves who spray painted the billboard. I had a sneaking suspicion they were thinking it was me. I mean, I wouldn't have noticed but everybody kept staring at me like they just witnessed me sacrificing children.

Starting up the steps of the school, somebody called out my name.

"Hey Coven!" A loud voice yelled from across the courtyard.

I turned around swiftly to be greeted by a girl with pale skin and brown locks. She looked just like the girl from the video, except her hair was long and her eyes were a deeper shade of brown, a color that reminded me of my childhood. Like chocolate chip cookies.

"Is it true?" She asked, her brown eyes wide and innocent. "That Carrie Connors was raped."

I shrugged casually. "How should I know?" I questioned her. "I wasn't the one that spray painted that billboard." I technically wasn't lying, I didn't spray paint the thing, I was just a mere helper.

She spluttered for a second, before regaining her sanity. "You didn't"

"Nope," I smirked.

"Oh, okay," she said dejectedly. "I just wanted to know. She's kind of my sister but our parents are divorced so I can't really contact her. Sorry for assuming it was you. I feel terrible."

"No problem," I told her, yet she struck a string of sympathy inside me. "I do know however that Carrie happens to work at the book shop on Clemons Avenue now though."

She looked up hopefully. "The one next to the roller rink?"

"Yup, have fun." I smiled to myself and walked into school, feeling like a better person.

• • • • •

"Hey Coven," a cheery voice chirped. Smiley McGee came skipping up to me with a wide smile painted on his face. He wore a bright yellow sweater and the mere brightness of it was getting on my nerves.

"Hello," I responded curtly. All of that wanting to be a better person shit I had aspired to achieve was gone by midday.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as he pulled up a seat, and dropped his backpack on the floor. He opened his composition notebook and looked at me expectantly.

"What?" I snapped.

"Oh nothing," he said with an amused expression on his face. "You just looked a bit happier this morning."

"Well, you can't really be very happy when there's no food in your stomach," I grumbled, pulling on the string of my sweatshirt.

"You didn't eat?" He asked. Fucking dumbass, what did I just say.

"Well, I have some food if you want some." I watched as he bent down to reach his backpack and started moving around a few items not so subtly. How did he manage to steal those spray paint bottles, I don't even have a clue.

And then he dropped something right in front of me, which I kid you not, looked like a feast fit for the Lord.

A full chicken salad sandwich along with a ceasar salad and a bag of chips sat right in front of me. 

I raised an eyebrow. "Was this your lunch?"

"Oh no," he said hurriedly. "As much as I like you I wouldn't give you my lunch. I don't like you that much." A quick look of realization then crossed his face and apologies rushed out of his mouth. "My mom packs a lot of lunch because she tends to make a lot of food and I always have leftovers."

Grudgingly, I unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite. Now, I've had a chicken salad sandwich before but that was in juvie, and I'm pretty sure the chicken was actually just celery, so that doesn't really count. But this food made me want to be Smiley's brother, I don't even care if I have to room with him.

I quickly ate the meal while Smiley was humming a song that I'm 90% sure was Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

Class started a little late, as usual, because I'm pretty sure our history teacher gave zero fucks. About us, about our education, and probably about herself. 

In the end, she just told us to read a chapter in the book. I'm also 90% sure she gave us the wrong textbooks, because it was literally printed in the 1980s and still recognized Yugoslavia as a country.

Yet Smiley was humming another nursery rhyme under his breath and reading the chapter with utmost glee. So, I turned back to my book and stared at the words that filled up the pages.

• • • • •

I crept into the kitchen, hearing my mom yell to some other person on the phone. Quickly stealing a banana, I ran to my room.

Today wasn't necessarily uneventful. My stomach was full of food from the gods, my pockets were stuffed with grocery store coupons, and I snuck a beetle into a bitch's hair.

Chewing on my banana, I stared up at the ceiling, kind of forgetting what I was supposed to be doing. In fact, during that span of time I'm pretty sure I forgot about my exsistence.

My phone chimed and I swiftly sat up, snatching the device from my nightstand. A message from an unknown number popped up on my screen.

Meet us tomorrow behind the blackberry bushes in Sutton Park.

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