Chapter 45

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Lizzie's POV

"Hello, slut" a voice woke me up. I saw Carla sitting beside me while DH peacefully slept.

"Carla? How did you get here?" I asked, covering myself with the blanket.

"I'm like oxygen. I'm everywhere" she replied with a wicked smile.

Students started to come in through the window and door and I backed away against the wall.

"Really, Lizzie? Sleeping with psycho-trenchcoat-kid? Ha ha ha ha ha! I will crucify you for this. Everyone at school's gonna know good, little Lizzie is nothing but a dirty whore" she spat.

"Carla, why are you so determined to hurt me?" I asked, throwing nervous glances at the other students.

"Because I can. It'll be so very" she smirked.

"Very, very, very, very, very" the students started echoing as they got closer to me, a neutral look on their faces. I couldn't back away anymore. I closed my eyes and screamed, hoping for DH to wake up and help me. Do anything.

"Lizzie. Lizzie! Lizzie!" I felt hands on my shoulders and when I opened my eyes there was no one except DH.

"God, you're soaking wet" he worriedly said, sliding his hands down my arms and pulled me into his arms.

"Oh my God" I panted, burying my head in his chest "Oh my God, it was just a dream"

I hurried from his side and started quickly getting dressed.

"What's the rush?" he asked.

"I have to get to Carla's house" I breathed.

"What? You told me you were done with her" he stood up and started to get dressed himself.

"Yeah, and it was a sweet fantasy. A world without Carla, a world where everyone is free. Now it's morning and I have to go kiss her aerobicized ass" I sighed.

"No"

"Yes... I'm not strong like you are" I looked down at my shoes.

"Let me come with" he said.

"Wait, really?" I looked back up at him.

"Yeah... for backup" he put on his usual trenchcoat.

"Okay, thank you" I took a step closer to him and put a hand on his chest while leaning in to kiss him.

We got to Carla's house. I had been there before since she loved to give me occasional makeovers but I guess those are over now.

"Carla?" I called from her yard "Carla?"

"...what?" she asked drowsily from her room. She was probably so hungover in her bed.

"It's Lizzie, I came here to apologize"

"Hope you brought kneepads, bitch! Fix me a Prairie Oyster and I'll think about it" she replied.

"Prairie Oyster? What is in that? Oh, okay! Raw eggs, vinegar..." I tried to remember.

"Hot sauce, Worchester, salt, and pepper" DH finished for me.

"You know your hangover cures" I smiled.

"My dad trained me well" he looked inside the house.

"Come on" I opened the garden door and invited him in.

We went to her kitchen and I started looking for the ingredients. I put them all in a white mug.

"I'm a no-rust-buildup man myself" he said, holding a drain cleaner bottle.

"Oh, okay. Don't be a dick. That stuff would kill her" I stated, focusing back on the Prairie Oyster.

"Thus ending her hangover!" he smiled, pouring the blue liquid into a glass "I say we go with big blue"

"We can't just go- uh... Besides, she would never drink something that looks like that" I shrugged.

"Right... Then, we use a mug" he poured the liquid into a mug that looked like the one I was using "That way, she'll have no idea what she's drinking"

I hesitated.

"Chicken! Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk" He smirked.

"No, you're not funny" I said with wide eyes still trying to process that he was speaking about killing her, it was probably a joke but it was starting to go too far.

He realized his joke had gone too far and he set down the mug on the counter.

"Hey, okay, I'm sorry..." he cupped my cheek and linked our lips. I kissed back, holding onto him as if he were the only thing that could ground me now. If Carla didn't forgive me, everything would be over for me...

"Prairie Oyster! Chop, chop!" Carla demanded.

I didn't break away from the kiss yet, I wanted to stay in my fantasy world... but I had to go...

I grabbed the mug to then break away from the kiss and start walking towards Carla's bedroom.

"Lizzie" DH called.

"Yeah?"

He was looking at the drain cleaner mug on the counter.

"Nevermind..."

I shrugged and went up the stairs, DH followed me shortly after.

"Good morning Carla" I said.

She was in a red flower silk robe and though her hair was perfect, like always, you could see how hungover she was in her eyes.

"Aw, Lizzie and trenchcoat kid, quelle surprise. Well, let's get to it. Beg" she said, sitting up, a menacing look in her eyes.

"Okay, um. I think that last night we both said a lot things that we-"

"I'd actually prefer if you did this on your knees. In front of your boy toy here" she interrupted.

"Um. I'm really sorry" my knees started to shake.

Carla only laughed and hopped off the bed, positioning herself in front of me.

"Do I look like I'm kidding? Down" she demanded.

I kneeled begrudgingly, some tears threatening to escape my eyes.

"Nice. But you're still dead to me" she said, leaning to me to whisper in my ear.

She grabbed the mug from me and drank the whole thing. Her eyes widened and the mug fell to the floor, shattering. Blue liquid spread through the floor. No...

Carla started coughing and gagging, her tongue and whole mouth getting a blueish color. I rushed over to her.

"Carla! No!"

She grabbed onto my shoulders and looked into my eyes with fear while trying to breathe before staggering back and collapsing onto the ground.

"Holy shit" DH said, looking too calm for this situation.

"Oh my God. Oh my God! Don't just stand there, call 911!" I tried to listen to her heartbeat but there was just silence in her chest.

"It's a little late for that" he kneeled next to me and Carla's dead body.

"Carla! Carla. Carla..." I tried to wake her up with no result "Oh my God I just killed my friend"

"And your enemy" DH said.

"Same difference! I mean,­ the police are gonna think that I did this on purpose. Oh my God, they're gonna... No..."

"Unless... Oh, look, she was reading 'The Bell Jar'"

"Oh no" I shook my head.

"Oh, yes. You can fake her handwriting. Just make it sound deep. Like this: I had pain in my path, Like Silvia Plath, My problems were myriad..."

"I was having my period" I laughed at my own joke for a bit longer than necessary before realizing the dead body on the floor and screaming.

"Oh my God!"

"You think this is funny?" DH turned serious, grabbing my shoulders and slightly shaking me "You could go to jail! Get your head on straight, now!"

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. Carla would never use the word myriad because she missed it on her vocab quiz last week" I remembered.

"So, it's a badge for her failures at school. Work with me" he said.

"Okay, okay. Um. Where do I start?"

"Think. Long and hard. Conjure her up in your mind. What would she say? What's her final statement to a cold, uncaring planet?" he asked.

I grabbed a pad of paper and started writing. "Um, Dear World, uh... Believe it or not, I knew about fear, I knew the way loneliness stung. I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes, I learned to kiss boys with my tongue"

"That's good" DH smiled.

"But oh, the world, it held me down... Uh... It weighed like a concrete prom queen crown" I wrote "No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings. No one gets her insecurity. I am more than shoulder pads and makeup. No one sees the me inside of me" Then I let my imagination fly and started imagining this good version of Carla trapped inside of her coming out in this poetically written suicide note. DH looked at me in admiration as I let myself get carried away.

"They couldn't see past my rockstar mystique, They wouldn't dare look in my eyes. But just underneath was a terrified girl, who clings to her pillow and cries. My looks were just like prison bars, they've left me a myriad of scars. No one thinks a pretty girl has substance. That's the curse of popularity. I am more than just a source of handjobs" I softly laughed, starting to get amused by the whole story I was creating "No one sees the me inside of me" I started another paragraph "Box up my clothing for Goodwill, and give the poor my Nordic Track. Donate my car to crippled kids, or to those ghetto moms on crack. Give them my hats and my CDs, my pumps, my flats, my three TVs..."

Then I started another yet another paragraph as DH scooted closer to me.

"No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings, but I weep for all I failed to be. Maybe I can help the world by leaving. Maybe that's the me inside of me"

I wrote her name at the end and placed the note in her cold, limp hand.

"That was really good" DH smiled "good enough to fool the cops"

I smiled back and kissed him.

"Thanks"

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Your POV

I asked Lizzie's mom for her new address since she had moved and I didn't know where. Ava... why are you making me talk to a murderer? I sighed and knocked on the door. There was no answer. I knocked again and I was about to leave when I heard voices coming from the staircase. Lizzie was leaning against the guy with the trenchcoat from school and he had an arm around her waist. Wait, what did I miss? Wasn't Lizzie with Nadine?

"Hi, Lizzie. How's Nadine?" I could see in her face that my question hurt her. She stepped away from the new kid and looked down at the floor.

"Nadine and I broke up. What do you want, y/n?" she crossed her arms.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I swear I didn't know. I came to apologize for being such a bitch to you. You've always been my friend, you've always been there for me and actions that we regret shouldn't define us. I'm so sorry for not talking to you and avoiding you. I was just scared and that was really stupid of me..."

Lizzie smiled.

"It's okay, y/n. I understand" she pulled me in for a hug.

"U-um... also, the rumor started because of me... I accidentally told Marley and she made sure everybody knew before she left to go to LA... I swear it was an accident" I lowered my eyes.

"It's okay. The rumor is gone now and my life is kind of normal so now I'm happy. Care for some tea and biscuits?" she said, turning the key on her door.

"Thanks for the offer but I have to get my girlfriend back" I smiled before rushing out the door to Ava.

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At school, we got some time in the cafeteria to talk and mourn Carla Chandler. They gave each of us a copy of her suicide note and they invited us to share our feelings in the center of the circle but I wasn't in the mood.

"I never knew about her pain..." Marla said.

"Her life had probably hit a rocky patch" another student said.

"Deep down, she wasn't cruel or vain" Beca joined in.

"She didn't mean to be a snatch" a football player said.

"Lizzie, you're awfully quiet and you were so close to her. What's on your mind?" Ms Dawson asked.

She was right. She had been so quiet the whole day. Not that she wasn't quiet before but... She seemed... uneasy. Had she killed Carla? No! Y/n! Forgive your friend and don't suspect. Carla killed herself. It was suicide. Lizzie had nothing to do with it.

"Uh, maybe Carla realized that, uh, in order to be... happy, she had to give up her power. And the only way to do that was... death?"

"My God" Ms Dawson said "Look what we've done, we're breaking through! Carla would be so proud of you, and you, and you and everyone!"

After the little ceremony, we got the day off school to go to church, where Carla would be buried. I told Ava that she didn't need to come since it was just a funeral and I didn't want to make her watch the dead body of a person she didn't know but she insisted on coming. She wanted to support everyone in their loss.

The priest started speaking and some people shed tears but Lizzie was near the last row, sharing uneasy looks with DH. Then, one by one, people sat next to the coffin to say a little prayer or whatever. I wasn't religious so I didn't really know how this worked. When it was my turn, I joined my hands and closed my eyes like the previous people had done.

"I know we didn't get along so well but... I hope you are in a good place now. This was so sudden and tragic and though you deserved some stuff, this was not it. I would assume you're a Christian so I hope you got to Heaven alright" I opened my eyes and stood up to let the next person pray. She looked peaceful in her coffin and her face was frozen in time. She looked like she was just dreaming. It was hard to think that the conscience that she once had was no longer there and this wasn't Carla, it was just bone and flesh... I leaned against Ava as she shushed me and softly stroked my arm.

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Lizzie's POV

DH drove me to his house on his old fashioned black motorbike. It had arrived not long ago from his previous house in Boston. I held his waist tight and leaned against his back. I closed my eyes, I was starting to feel a bit nauseous. We got to his house and turned on the TV to distract ourselves.

Darla was being interviewed.

"At a time like this, negative people choose to focus on their grief. Well, I hate those people, because I am a very positive person. I remember the good times, like when Heather and I got our ears pierced at the mall-"

DH changed the channel but Darla was on the next channel too.

"I can still hear those late night talks on the phone" she said into the microphone.

Then a guy from the football team appeared talking.

"I remember I won her a rhino at the 4-H club"

"You're an asshole" I said to the TV "Mute him" I told DH.

He changed the channel and Darla was there again.

"We were the same size, so we would borrow each other's clothes, mix it up. It was fun. We liked the same clothes"

"Alright! Turn it off, turn it off. Man, how many networks does she run into?" I said, massaging my temples. I was getting nauseous again.

"Excuse me" I managed to say before hurrying up to the bathroom.

I kneeled in front of the toilet and held my hair back as I threw up all of today's meals.

DH rushed after me to gently rub my back and hold some loose strands out of my face.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked.

I coughed a bit.

"Yeah, I'm probably just sick or hungover from the party. It's okay" I waved it off "Could you get me some water please?"

"Of course, yeah. Anything" he left and came back in seconds with a glass of water.

"Thank you" I drank all of it and tried to steady my breathing.

"You sure you're okay?" took my hand and rubbed the back of it.

"Yeah, don't worry" I dismissed it. Was it that night? Was I... No. It wasn't possible. I was on the pill since Ryan...

My phone rang and I hurried to pick it up.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Lizzie? I need help, I'm at the cemetery" Marla said from the other side of the line.

"What's wrong?"

"Just hurry up, please. It's an emergency" she nervously replied.

"Okay..." I hung up and gathered my stuff.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow" I told DH before giving him a kiss on the cheek and leaving for the cemetery. What would Marla want from me at a cemetery at night?

I found Marla inside a car in the middle of the cemetery. I knocked on the window and she rolled it down.

"Hey" I greeted.

"Hi"

I pointed at Kurt, who was passed out on the floor.

"Uh, is Kurt okay?" I asked.

"Oh, he passed out. Me and Kurt and Ram and Darla came out to pour a jug of Thunderbird on Carla's grave. You know, from her homies. But Kurt and Ram drank it all. Then Darla and Ram went off together and Kurt started grabbing me and wouldn't stop" she leaned back on her car seat.

"Oh... Wait, after everything that happened at Ram's party, why did you call me?" I asked.

"Oh, well, that was the deal. If I got you to come, Kurt promised to leave me alone" she smiled. God, she doesn't realize what she just did.

"So... so, you avoided date­-rape by volunteering me... for date­-rape" I said.

"God, you make it sound ugly" she shrank into herself.

"Okay, I'm leaving now" I rolled my eyes and pulled away from the car.

I was heading for the exit when I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey, Lizzieee... I waited ten whole beers for you..." Kurt had regained consciousness.

He tried to walk towards me but tripped and fell on his face. God, he was drunk. Then, Darla and Ram appeared from behind a hill, Ram was holding onto Darla's ankle and she was dragging him behind her, trying to get to the car.

"Goddamnit, Ram, I said I'm done" Darla said.

"Come on, Darla, don't walk away" his hands gave up and Darla was free.

"Sober up, idiot. Marla, open the door" she said.

Marla unlocked the door and Darla got in, shutting it behind her and then locking the doors of the whole car.

"You can't leave me like this. Ugh... You're causing physical pain in my 'area'. It's science, I need relief" Ram said.

Kurt pointed at me, making Ram realize I was there. Oh no.

"Hey. Lizzie..." he purred.

"Ew. You've got a left hand. Use it" I turned to leave but their voice stopped me again.

"Don't talk mean like that!" Kurt said while getting up.

"You'll hurt their feelings" Ram added.

"Wait, whose feelings? What are you talking about?"

"My balls! You make my balls so blue" Ram said, pointing at his area.

"Yeah, you hurt them badly" Kurt agreed, trying to get up from the floor.

"Nope, I'm not doing this. Marla, unlock the door" I said, approaching their car to find shelter from these idiots.

"No, don't do it Marla. They'll get us" Darla said.

Marla sank in her seat, not knowing what to do.

"Come on, Marla" I sighed.

"She won't do it" Darla hissed.

Fuck. I need to leave. But how? Should I just run for it? No, I have a better idea.

"Give me that" I took the bottle that Marla was holding through the open window and held it up for Kurt and Ram to see.

"Look! Booze. Drink" I handed them the bottle.

"Aw, thank you so much!" Ram said.

"You are so welcome"

I slowly backed away as they took turns chugging from the bottle. I was almost past the gate when I heard them again.

"Lizzie don't go! I need it!" Kurt ran towards me, tripping a thousand times.

"Leave me alone, Kurt" I ran for it and didn't look back, only after I turned a corner. He fell on his face and didn't get up. He passed out from the alcohol. Good.

I went home and fell asleep without meds. I was so tired. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. The next morning, at school, I wrote in my diary.

Dear Diary: Close call last night. The only person who could actually control Kurt and Ram was Carla Chandler. And she's dead..."

"Should have thought about that before you killed me!" a voice that sounded like Carla's said in my mind. I heard some imaginary gagging "Now I'm going to be coughing up drain cleaner for eternity!" I ignored the voice.

I didn't technically kill Carla, and I know that, but I still feel bad. But... not as bad as I should? And that makes me feel even worse.

It was Friday and after the whole week being filled with stress, I was so drained. Thank god my birthday was in four days. Maybe someone would remember and not make me feel like the worst human alive. I saw Darla and Marla near Carla's locker and I decided to confront them.

"Oh, hey, guys. Still really looking forward to that apology from both of you for being two ice-cold bitches last night" I crossed my arms in front of me.

"Um, we're cleaning out Carla's locker, little respect" Darla rolled her eyes.

"Ugh, Darla Duke was such a sad little poser" Carla was right next to me. I could see and hear her but the rest... couldn't? I must have finally gone crazy "Lizzie, tell her to stop touching my stuff" I tried to ignore her but she got so close to me I almost believed she was real "Tell her, Lizzie! Lizzie!"

I covered my ears.

"Shut up!" I said.

"You shut up!" Darla replied "I don't have to shut up anymore!" She held a red scrunchie high and then started tying it in her hair.

"Hey, that's Carla's scrunchie! She-" Marla started.

"Shut up, Marla!" Darla interrupted her.

"Sorry, Darla..." Marla fell back into place, leaning her head down and looking down at her feet.

DH came to us but waited a bit far from us to let us finish the conversation. I flashed a little smile at him before Darla spoke again.

"Carla Chandler is gone... It's up to me to replace her" she said.

"Replace Carla Chandler?" I couldn't believe her.

"Please. You need to worry less about me, and more about your reputation. Kurt and Ram have been telling the whole school about your little threeway last night" she mischievously laughed.

DH shifted in his spot.

"Threeway?" he asked.

"Oh... But there was no threeway, nothing happened" I shook my head. I hope he believes me. Him or anyone. I can't have that rumor going on! That's the ultimate hit my reputation needs! Besides, it's a lie!

"I remember differently. I seem to remember there was a..." Darla started.

Kurt, Ram, and another student came through the hallway.

"A big swordfight in her mouth!" Ram said.

"And she allowed it?" the student asked.

Kurt and Ram energetically nodded.

"It sure sounds crowded" another student whispered with a giggle.

No. No, no, no, no. This can't be happening.

I ran over to DH while everyone kept gossiping about that threeway that never happened. He opened his arms and I buried my head in his chest. He let go of me and approached Kurt and Ram with intent to fight them but they teamed up with another student and they knocked him to the ground. I ran to him and tried to fight them off in vain while students screamed at me.

"Freak! Slut! Psycho! Slut! Punkass! Slut! Freak! Slut! Psycho! Slut! Punkass! Whore..."

They eventually dispersed as the teachers pried them from each other and everyone left, laughing.

I ran to kneel beside DH, who was still huddled on the floor.

"Oh my God. Are you okay? Can you look at me? Are you okay?" I asked, brushing some hair away from his eyes. He sat up.

"Yeah. What about you?"

"Oh, yeah. No, I'm fine. I'm awesome" I started to cry, covering my mouth with a hand.

"I'm sorry about the waterworks, I'm just-" I tried to push the tears back in.

"They made you cry..." he sounded pissed. Very pissed "This will end tonight. You are the only thing that's right in this broken world" he cupped my cheek, drying my tears with his thumb.

"You can cry now. I'll let you cry tonight. But when the morning comes, we'll burn the world down and build it back up, together. Our love is God. I was a frozen lake and you melted me away. We're chaos. We're what killed the dinosaurs because the world needed room for me and you. I worship you, I'd trade my life for yours. I'll make them disappear just so we can be happy. Our love is God" he smiled.

"Our love is God" I repeated, kissing his hand on my cheek.

"I have a plan" he said "Come over to my place this afternoon. We'll get our revenge" he got up.

"Sounds good... Wait" I grabbed his arm to pull him back now. I put a hand over my stomach, more tears falling from my eyes.

"I have to tell you something..."

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Your POV

"You know my birthday is in a week?" Ava said, biting her lip.

"Of course I know, you're my everything. I'll get you something if you want but I thought my amazing presence was enough" I flipped my hair, making her giggle.

"You are the best gift anyone could ever get me but I would still like a little surprise" she laughed.

"I'll take you to the movies and that's it" I joked.

"No! I want something special... like a party" she said, dreamingly staring at the ceiling.

"Okay, a party then" I agreed.

"Actually, take me to the movies now" she ordered.

My jaw dropped.

"Okay, okay, queen of everything" I laughed "Let's go to the movies"

I picked her up bridal style and started walking to the car.

"No! Ah! Put me down!" she laughed.

"I thought you were the queen of everything!" I kept going with the joke "the ground doesn't deserve to be touched by such a divine being as you"

She deeply blushed and hid her face in my hair. I laughed. My girlfriend was the best.

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Lizzie's POV

"I... um..." I tried to figure out how to start.

We were at his house now.

"I've been feeling these... symptoms that... that suggest... That night, um... the pill may not have worked..." I put a hand on my stomach as I started to feel a bit nauseous.

"A-and... if you are... it's mine?" he incredulously asked.

I nodded, tears falling from my eyes before I rushed to the bathroom and threw up again.

He came after me and patted my back.

"It's okay. I'll buy you a test and I'll be right back. Don't get stressed. It will be okay" He kissed the crook of my neck and left. I heard his motorbike speed through the streets and I sat back against the bathroom wall. What if I was pregnant? I could never be responsible for a kid's life... I'm not ready. What will I do? Get an abortion? I didn't feel ready for that either, my stomach felt tight again and I vomited into the toilet. I coughed and I tried to calm myself down. I took some deep breaths and waited for DH.

He came back with three pregnancy tests just in case. We did all of them and left them in the bathroom for five minutes.

"I don't want to look" I whimpered.

"We have to, Lizzie. I'll be with you through every step of the way. Don't worry" he hugged me.

"Let's get it over with..." I sighed.

We looked at the first one.

Negative.

It could be a false negative though...

The second one.

Negative.

It could also be a false negative but it wasn't very likely.

And the last one...

Negative.

I let out a deep breath. I wasn't pregnant. Thank God.

"Told you it would be okay" he smiled.

"It was probably the stress of anyone finding out what we did" I sighed.

"No one will ever find out. We were very careful about everything. Now, let's plan our revenge" he smiled.

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DH had an untraceable phone at home and we used that to call Kurt.

"Yeah-lo?" he asked.

"Hi Kurt..." I tried my best to put on the most seductive voice possible while trying not to laugh too.

"It's Lizzie" Kurt said to probably Ram, since they hung out together every afternoon.

"Um, hey, how did you know it was always a fantasy of mine to have two guys at once?" I asked while DH watched in amusement.

"Uh... lucky guess?"

"Well, if you want it to come true, then meet me at the cemetery. At dawn" I purred.

"Free pussy!" I heard in the background before I hung up.

I burst out in laughter.

"Okay, so what's your plan?" I leaned towards him.

"You fake their handwriting, write a suicide note and then..."

He sat up and opened a drawer in his nightstand. He came back with a gun in his hand. I stared in a horrified fascination.

"Whoa, wow... Is that real?"

"Yeah..."

"Oh! We'll fill them with blanks so they get scared and never dare to bother us again! Wait, but then what's the point of the suicide note?" I realized.

"Nope, we won't be using blanks" he said.

"What? No. I'm not gonna do this" I started to walk away but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back with a patient smile.

"Do you take German?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"I took French last year but I gave up on it" I said.

He flicked open his gun and pulled a bullet from the chamber.

"These are Ich Luge bullets. My grandfather snared a shitload of them in WWII. They're like tranquilizers. They only break the surface of the skin, enough to cause blood, but not any real harm. The Nazis used them to fake their own suicides when the Russians invaded Berlin" he explained.

"So it looks like the person's been shot and killed when they're really just unconscious and bleeding" I started writing the note, comparing Kurt's handwriting with a piece of paper from him that got to me in class talking about last night.

DH nodded.

"We shoot Kurt and Ram. Make it look like they shot each other. By the time Kurt and Ram regain consciousness, they'll be the laughingstock's of the school. The note is the punchline" he said "How'd it turn out?"

I finished the note and held out both notes, the real Kurt's handwriting and my imitation.

"First tell me this similarity is not incredible" I smiled.

"Incredible similarity" he warmly smiled.

We sat on the bed and I took the suicide note and read it for DH to approve of it or to suggest any changes.

"Ram and I died the day we realized we could never reveal our forbidden love to an uncaring and ununderstanding world. The joy we shared in each other's arms was greater than any touchdown. Ram and I died because we had to hide our gay forbidden love from a disapproving world"

"Exquisite, but I don't think ununderstanding is a word" he said, half laughing.

"We don't want to make them out to be too eloquent" I smiled and winked.

"You're so smart" he purred before climbing over me for a hugging kiss.

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DH and I got the clearing ready and he watched from behind a tree. There was a little forest next to the cemetery and we had agreed to meet there. DH hid in his hiding spot and I hid my gun in my skirt, under my shirt.

Ram and Kurt showed up a bit later.

"Hey Lizzie" they said with a wide dirty smile on their faces.

"Hi" I answered with forced cheerfulness.

"I've made a circle on each end of the clearing. Ram, you come over here"

Kurt stepped into the scratched-in-the-dirt circle next to him and a confused Ram walked past me to step into the circle at the opposite end of the clearing.

They were confused.

"Um... Should we just whip it out or..." Ram asked.

"Take it slow, Ram" I laughed. I wanted to enjoy my revenge to the max "strip for me"

"No fair, what about your clothes?" Kurt complained.

"I was hoping you'd rip my clothes off me, sport" I chuckled and winked.

Their smiles grew as they eyed me up and down and they started to undress.

"Oh, wow" I faked excitement, rolling my eyes in my mind.

"You like that?" Ram smiled.

"Yeah, I love that" I nodded.

Then, they awkwardly stood in their circles in just their underwear.

"In the count of three guys" I announced.

They giggled in anticipation and got ready to sprint.

"One..." I started.

"Two..." I looked around the clearing, thinking of all the ways this could go wrong.

"Three" DH said from behind me.

He shot Ram and I pulled out my gun to shoot Kurt but I didn't have time to aim and I missed.

"Fuck" I said, throwing my gun on the floor.

"You missed him completely?!" DH asked, his face pale.

"Yeah, but don't worry, it was worth it just to see the look on..." I giggled but stopped when I saw the look on his face.

"Don't move! I'll get him back!" he said before running after Kurt.

Why was he so determined to tranquilize Kurt too? They would wake up eventually anyway.

I heard branches snapping as DH chased Kurt. I smiled and approached Ram, who had some blood on his forehead, where DH shot him. There was something wrong. He wasn't supposed to be conscious but he wasn't breathing. Oh no.

I hit his shoulder several times to get a reaction or something but Ram... he was gone... DH lied?! I reached for my gun to inspect the bullets when I heard branches snapping too close. I turned, aiming my gun to where the noise came and shot the bullet. I hit Kurt full on the chest. He had circled back and I had just killed him.

"Nice shot" DH smiled, leaning against a tree and catching his breath.

I was going to confront him when I heard branches snapping and voices getting near. I ran to put the guns in Kurt and Ram's hands and left the suicide note next to them. DH took my hand and led me out of the woods.

"Hey! Hey, stop!" We heard a police officer behind us.

"You may not like to do this right now but I have an idea" DH said, opening the car door for me. We had parked at the edge of the woods. We sat in the back seat.

"Help me" he said while hurriedly undoing his trenchcoat's buttons.

I helped him and he got his shirt off too before taking off my own shirt and pulling me onto his lap.

"Kiss me, believe me. It will work"

I kissed him, leaning into him and his arms wrapped around me while we made out.

We heard the officer talking into his walkie-talkie outside.

"Yeah, there's no one. Just two teenagers making out in a car. Oh- You know why they're dead? They killed each other? Double suicide? Let me check it out" he took a last look at us, almost catching me looking at him and left towards the forest.

We pulled away, smiled, and went back to passionately necking.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

My eyes shot open and I climbed up to the front seat, pulling on my blazer. I felt the need to do something. I pressed the car cigarette lighter and waited until it heated up as I heard DH rumble in the back.

"We killed them, didn't we?" I asked, absently staring out the window.

"Of course" he answered, pulling out a cigarette.

I pulled out the cigarette lighter and pressed it onto my palm, needing to feel some pain. Pain that I deserved. I screamed as my skin burnt and DH hurdled into the front seat and batted the lighter away. He lit his cigarette off the scorched flesh of my hand as I cried in pain.

"Ich Luge bullets! I'm an idiot!" I screamed.

He dragged on his cigarette.

"You believed it because you wanted to believe it. Your true feelings were too gross and icky for you to face" he said.

"I did not want them dead!" I yelled at him.

"You did too" he smiled.

"I did not"

"Did too"

"Did not"

"Did too!"

"Shut up! I did not want them dead!"

"Come on!" he said.

I covered my ears and started loudly singing "Mary Had A Little Lamb" as his "did too!"s got louder, causing me to bang on the horn of the car with my head. He pulled me off the horn and warmly placed an unlit cigarette in my mouth.

"Football season's over, Lizzie. Kurt and Ram had nothing to offer the school but date-rapes and AIDS jokes" As he spoke, I wearily took the cigarette from my mouth an put it in my blazer pocket.

I looked at my burnt hand.

"Sure... Can we make an ice run before the funeral?" I asked.

"Of course" we drove off to 7-Eleven to have a Slurpee and freeze all of my speeding thoughts in place for some time.

"Our love is God" he said, putting his hand on my burnt one.

"Our love is God..." I repeated "and we're what killed the dinosaurs..."

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Helloooo! Avamax_blackstar here!

First of all... HAPPY D&D RELEASE!!!

*Celebrating the D&D release with the murder of three characters* lol

Also, I got a bit carried away on the first suicide note lmao.

I love how I killed half of the new characters in this chapter lol

Lizzie is crazy and she sees the ghost of Carla? Or is it her imagination? Mmmm...

Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as listening to Diamonds & Dancefloors and as much as DH enjoyed killing Ram :)

Votes are appreciated but comments are the best :)

Stay happy and healthy! (AND STREAM D&D!)

Love you <3