Mwah, I have returned~! And with an update OwO

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Everyone took their seats in a circle on the floor, the pattern being Boy-Girl-Boy-Girl. Spinel had managed to squeeze a spot beside Steven: Unfortunately, so did Tiffany. She was holding his arm and leaning on him, giving him the best puppy eyes her big blue eyes could muster. While he did seem a little uncomfortable, he didn't necessarily fight back. Spinel holds herself from jumping across and slapping the fake tan off of her.

Tiffany pops a purple succer in her mouth and says, "Ok you squares, you know the rules. For every Truth Or Dare you refuse to answer, you gotta drink a shot. There's no backing out. We're going all or nothing tonight, so go crazy~" She flutters her eyes at an oblivious Steven. She already knew what she wanted tonight. "Questions? No? Alright, I call dibs on spinnin'."

Spinel watched eagerly as it spun, hoping it would land on her so she could be dared to kiss Steven. Even though that was a slim chance, she still prayed that it would happen.

Unfortunately, it didn't, as expected.

Instead, it landed on a boy next to her, who had shaggy dirty blonde hair and freckles cutely littered his face. Tiffany purred. "Oh~ Conrad! Truth or dare?"

Conrad removed a bang from his face. "Dare, I ain't a pussy."

"Ok then," Tiffany begins. "I dare you to kiss one of the girls beside you."

That narrowed it down to Spinel and a redhead wearing a Dallas Cowboys cap. Conrad looks at her, smiling flirtatiously. He was cute, that he was, but he was no Steven. Her lips were for Steven and Steven only, no matter how cute this boy was. He must've noticed her 'Uh, pass' reaction, since he soon turned to the redhead and gave her a kiss instead. Some people clapped for them, and one even made a remark about them 'getting it on'. That person got slapped in the arm by the redhead.

Conrad spins the bottle once more and Spinel rests her head comfortably on Steven's shoulder. This party was a lot more boring than she anticipated.

The game went on and on. The dares ranged from making out to doing weird dances, whilst the truths went from "Who do you have a crush on in this group?" to "What's your deepest secret?". Spinel had been chosen for a truth, but that was about it. She would think a popular cheerleader like Tiffany could spicen something like this up.

'Bet Sarah coulda been more entertaining playing Bingo...' She yawns, not noticing the bottle had pointed towards Tiffany. The blonde bit her lip.

"Tiff, Truth or-"

"Dare." She says immediately, leaning forward eagerly.

"Hmmm..." her darer tapped their chin in thought. "I dare you...to French someone in this circle!"

Then, as if she'd been waiting for that dare her entire life, she leaped to her victim, shoving her tongue down his throat.

Spinel clenched her fists tightly, her skin paling.

'Steven...'

Steven himself was taken back himself, not expecting the move. Tiffany was giving her all for this, and that's what pissed Spinel off. She tries hiding her fury by drinking from her punch cup, but even then she couldn't cool down. Steven was hers, not that bleached-haired cheerleader's, and she needed a way to let them know that..

"Tiffany, I think that's enough-" Connie intervenes. Tiffany lets go, licking her lips again.

"Thanks Ronnie, I felt like I was gonna straight out puke," Spinel fake gags. However, while that statement was true, she left out the fact she wanted to shove a torch down Tiffany's throat. But she was a good girl, she'd never say such a thing.

Tiffany responded with, "Hater's gonna hate." And then batted her eyelashes at a flustered Steven. "Was I your first kiss, Stevie?"

'How vain can you possibly be?!' Spinel thinks, though she was curious as well. Steven doesn't say anything, but when she saw his face go crimson, that's when she hit her breaking point. Tiffany noticed this as well as leaned on him, smiling.

"Who calls for another round of shots?!" Spinel calls out, everyone cheering. Good, they were all in favor.

After all, the drunker she was, the less she wanted to murder her.
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By the end of the game, Spinel was drunk enough to forget Tiff's little betrayal from earlier, having had 4 beers in a row and 3 cups of liquor. Right now she was drinking a sweet drink Tiffany had made specifically for the cheerleaders; rum punch with cinnamon sticks, oranges and cider. Spinel had been drinking it like it was water in a desert.

Tiffany herself was probably the most drunk of them all, her hair being all fizzed up and taking a shot every round. Connie only had 1 drink as far as Spinel knew, which she expected because she thought of her as a "Goody Church Shoes", though Steven begged to differ. Speaking of Steven, he was slightly less drunk than Spinel, but was definitely more drunk than Connie.

It was unintentional, but that's how he was in the end.

Tiffany climbed on top of the table, raising her cup up and tapping it with her nail to get everyone's attention. "Hey, assholes!" She yells, her voice echoing in the house. They turn to look at her. "I got an announcement to make, especially to you slut-excuses of cheerleaders...." She stops for a minute to regain balance, then points a wobbly finger at Spinel. "As of today...this bitch right here is an unoffical member of the Beach City High Cheerleading squad!"

There were a few claps from the so-called cheerleaders, while there were a couple back-handed compliments from a few. Spinel was too drunk to care though.

"So...congrats slut, you're a new cheerleader." She swigs some more of her drink and Spinel gives a thumbs up. "Now that that's over with....where's my presents?!"

After that, the gifts came coming. She hopped off the table, her heels clacking on the marble floor, and headed straight to Steven, moving aside any outsiders. "So...didja get me something~?" She coos flirtatiously, twirling her hair. Steven smiles and nods, taking out his gift, wrapped in a small white box with a silver wrapping.

"Course I did, Tiff."

Spinel watched carefully as she rips open the package, her mouth going agap once she did. Tiffany gasped, taking out the prized possession.

It was a silver necklace, shiny and thin enough for a dainty neck. It was a name necklace, with the name Tiff spelled out in cursive. It wasn't Tiffany Co. or anything like that, but it was good enough to cost him $20. Besides, she was wasted, she probably didn't know the difference.

Still, it was beautiful nonetheless.

"Oh my god..." She stares at it, fingering the small chain. She turns to Spinel and smiles widely. "Spinel, put it on me!"

Spinel doesn't do it right away; instead, she looks at it herself. It was so shiny she could see her reflection in it, which meant she could see that her mascara was running. It was magnificent...

And Tiffany didn't deserve it.

She waited, back turned, for Spinel to wrap it around her neck. The pink-haird goth finally puts down her drink and grabs it, carefully wrapping it it around her neck and tries to hook the ends together. They were tiny, as expected. Her neck was fairly small so it fit easily.

"Oh, Stevie!" She squeals, drunkily wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "You did this for me! Oh, I love you!!"

'No, you don't...'

"Steven, take me home." Spinel demanded casually. She wasn't gonna sit here and let a blonde cheerleader kiss on her man.

"Aw, don't be a downer Nelly..." Tiffany slurred, giggling. "This is only half the party."

"Nah, I feel like I'm fenna pass the hell out." Spinel fake laughs, linking her arm with Steven's to mark her property. "C'mon dollface. Lead the way~"

Connie joins in, handing Tiffany her bags of gifts. "Steven, you're not in a good place to drive. Let me drive you guys, I haven't been drinking too much."

Steven is quiet for a second, as if thinking about this deeply. "I-I think I'm alright. Spinel's house isn't that far away, we can make it."

"But Steven-"

"Connie, I'll be fine, I promise." He reassures her, and she sighs. "I'll be careful. I'll even call you when I get home."

Although reluctant, she says, "Fine..but Pearl's gonna kill you knowing you've gone borderline drunk." Spinel looks up at him, seeing how nervous he looked.

"Right...come on, Spinel."

Steven supports Spinel to the car, helping her into the passenger side as they were before. The Dondai smelled of alcohol, mostly from the cup of rum-punch Spinel had. Steven got in, nervously looking into the mirror and starting up the car.

Spinel rested her head on the seat and looked back at the party. Lights were flaring, music was echoing. And Tiffany was inside, bragging to the rest of the cheer team that Steven loved her. It made her sick.

"Mmm...Stevie?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you like Tiffany..?"

They begin to leave the property and Steven focuses on the road ahead of him. "I like her the same way Connie likes her."

"So you don't think of her as a girlfriend?"

"No."

When she doesn't say anything else, he adds on. "Why?"

"Nothin', just wonderin'." She simply answers, resting her eyelids the rest of the way.

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Spinel was still asleep when Steven pulled up into her driveway. He tapped her gently on the shoulder, and she shuffled lightly, still enduring a bad hangover. It took her a few seconds to be able to open her eyes completely and adjust.

"We're here already...?" She asks weakly, tired. Steven sighs and gets out, and then goes to her side to help her on her feet. She stumbled, holding onto him. "God, my head fucking hurts..."

"You and me both." He responds quietly, slowly helping her across the large lawn.

It was definitely dark out, probably past midnight. The neighbors were asleep, no one's dog was barking, the only cars coming down the street was Steven's and those who worked late shifts. The moon wasn't bright either. The only light they had were the lights implanted on Sarah's lawn, illuminating a path. It hurt Spinel's eyes.

"Spinel, I'm sorry I brought you out there. I didn't know the alcohol was gonna-"

She brings a finger to his lips. "Don't worry bout it, I'm fine. You know, you worry too much."

"You're not fine, you can't even walk-"

"Well damn Steven, I knew what I was getting into when going to that party!" She snaps at him, annoyed. She sees him look at the ground, and decides that she was being harsh on him. This was no way to talk to her true love. She holds onto him gently. "Sorry, that was the rum talking, I swear. You needa lighten up, dollface. That whole house is drunk right now, we all knew what was gonna happen. Besides, today's Saturday, we have a whole day to get ourselves together.."

Steven helps her up the steps while Spinel holds on to the railing.

"Besides, I told your grandma I wouldn't let you get like this.."

"I'll handle Sarah, you stay calm and let me do the talking." Spinel reassures him. "Besides, she's chill. She won't stab you or anything."

Spinel straightened herself up enough to put her hand on the knob, giving a gentle twist for it to click open. A part of her was surprised that it wasn't locked, but then again, Sarah never gave her a key and was most likely expecting her. Steven held her up for her to walk in.

Shockingly, Sarah was awake.

She was sitting on the leather couch, looking down at a magazine while drinking herbal tea from a china cup. She was in a soft cotton robe, her hair in a low messy ponytail, and her glasses sat at the edge of her nose. She looked exhausted.

"Where were you?" She asks, not looking up from her magazine. There was monotone in her voice.

"At that Tiffany girl's party, we told you that, Sarah, hic." Spinel clears her throat and tries to stand. "But hey, we made it, we made it."

Sarah looks up at them, and Spinel thought she was looking at a stranger. She wasn't bright and bubbly, with her smile permanently on her face, a sparkle in her eye. Instead this Sarah looked depressed, disapproving, there was no smile, no sparkle in her eye. She almost looked like...she was ashamed of Spinel. Like she wished she never knew the girl.

"It's 1:49 in the morning." She tells them sternly, slamming her magazine shut and grabbing her. Spinel almost fell from the impact. "You've been drinking, haven't you?!"

"Gee, no shit." Spinel rolls her eyes and snatches her wrist back. "You act like it's the end of the world."

"You're underage!!! You KNOW you have to be 21 to drink, but you did it anyway! You could get critically sick, or got in a car wreck!"

"Ms. Sarah, it's not her fault, it's mine for even taking her there-" Steven adds in a guilty manner, to which Sarah glared at him.

"You're damn right it's your fault." She says. "I thought you'd be better than this, both of you. I can't even trust you with my granddaughter."

Spinel huffed. "Sarah, chill the fuck out! He took me home, didn't he?!"

"He's drunk just like you are!" She turns back to Steven, pointing a finger at his chest. "If I catch you around her, I promise you, it's your funeral."

That's when Spinel pushes the woman away from Steven in defense. "Why are you being such a bitch!? Yeah, we're drunk, big fucking whoop. You should be grateful that he took the time to take me home rather than take advantage of me in this state! I dunno what kind of World War 2 Flashbacks you're getting, but you needa chill the fuck out!"

Then there was silence.

A deafening silence.

Spinel huffed, trying to recover from all the yelling she had done. She'd never spoken to Sarah that way. Never thought she had to. After all, she had a lot of respect for her, thinking she was awesome and fun to be with.

But this wasn't Sarah. Not anymore.

Sarah closed her eyes for a second or so, took a deep breath, and looked at an guilty Steven. Then she said in an eerily calm voice, "Leave my house, please."

Steven nodded silently, but as soon as he took a step to the door, Spinel held his hand and looked at him, pleading. "Steven."

"It's alright Spinel, I'll talk to you later." Is all he says, and smiles at her. That dazzling, charming smile. It was the smile the finally convinced her to let him go.

"Ok.."

Once he left, the door ended with a soft click and Sarah went past her to lock it. Once she did, she turned back at Spinel.

"Go to your room. Now."

And that's exactly what Spinel did, but not before punching the lamp off the nearby table to watch it shatter to peices.

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-2 am-

Spinel didn't shut her eyes for more than a second once she got to her room. She was too pissed to. Her face was red, her once cold blood was boiling, and she had nothing but fury in her soul. This wasn't what she wanted when she first moved in, for her to control her life. And even more so how hypocritical Sarah was. When she caught Spinel making cute-eyes at Steven, she thought it was cute. Now, she doesn't like him the slightest.

'What an asshole..' She growls lowly to herself and turns on her side.

Spinel holds herself from texting Steven and asking if they were still friends. Her heart was yearning to. But she couldn't.

She had another thing to do that night.

Spinel forced herself off the bed, the room spinning just a little from her alcoholic consumption, and held on to the wall for balance. She knew what she was going to do. No amount of rum-punch-whatever-the-hell-Tiffany-gave-her would make her change her mind. She was drunk, yes, withouth a doubt, but it wasn't what made her have this thirst.

She creaked her door open and stepped out, then looking to see if Sarah was anywhere.

Thankfully, she was residing the living room still, however Spinel noticed she looked distressed. Tired bags were under her eyes, but they were fairly new. She looked a lot tired than before. Depressed, even.

It was pathetic.

Spinel made her way to Sarah's bathroom, the one she knew for sure had the cleaning supplies under the sink. There weren't any in Spinel's area, so she'd have to steal for the time-being. After all, it wasn't like she was gonna miss them.

After quietly creaking the door open, Spinel sneaks into the master bedroom, and, to say the least, she's a bit appalled by the inside. She had never come in here before now, hence why she hadn't realized what Sarah's main interests were other than acting. To her surprise, there were a few tapestries decorating the walls, a couple of them she recognized as African of some sort. There were vintage African masks as well, along with paintings and boxes of jewelry from elsewhere. Spinel even saw a tiny, light-up Eiffel Tower on the vanity, hinting she'd been to France at some point. Above her queen-sized bed was a oil painting of a young Sarah and a handsome man, who Spinel assumed was her dead grandpa.

She really was attractive in her younger days, and there was a bigger resemblace to the older picture of her mother she saw when she first moved in.

But she didn't come here to admire how much of a traveler Sarah was.

She came here for supplies.

But she had to do it fast, before Sarah decided to come up for bed.

She makes her way to the attached bathroom and immediately opened the lower sink cabinet. As expected, cleaning products were inside, but she had no need for the intoxicants. After rummeging through the mess, she finally found the latex gloves she was looking for.

'Perfect...'

She had got the supplies, now all she needed was bait.

And she knew exactly how to get her to come up.

Spinel slips on the gloves delicately and grabs the small Eiffel Tower from the vanity, and shattered it against the wall. It made just enough noise to trigger Sarah's voice, "Spinel? Spinel, what're you doin' up there?"

'Aboutta end a lifu, that's what I'm doin.' The teen thinks, ducking inside the closet and leaving it cracked just enough to track the old woman's movements.

"Spinel? Ya in here?"

Sarah had came in, and Spinel could see her bend down to inspect the broken glass that now lied on the floor. She sighs, looking at the shards with distress.

"So much for our 3rd year anniversary..." She mutters and sighs, her heartache clear. Spinel didn't know how long they were married, but it was clear that they must've had a strong, loving marriage for her to be so heartbroken from a small toy being shattered. Not that she really cared. Soon enough ol' Sarah would be joining her deceased husband, but only if things went right.

Hopefully.

She looks up at the walls, as if inspecting them to see if any of her tapestries or banners or masks had been tampered with. When she was satisfied, she delicately picked up the broken peices, and looked at them one more time before tossing them into the bin. Her eyes start gleaming, and tears started welling in her eyes. However, she wept them quickly, as though they weren't even there, and made her way back through the door.

And that was when Spinel took her chance.

Spinel gently opens the closet door and quietly hurries out, making sure Sarah is right where she wants her: At the top of the stairwell.

Sarah takes hold on the railing and Spinel makes sure her gloves are secure.

This was it.

This is what she was waiting for.

Soon, no one would be able to separate Spinel from here Stevie.

No one.

"3..."

"2..."

"1."

She pushed.

All it took was a gentle push, and Sarah tumbled down.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

And it ended with a satisfying crack of her neck.

Spinel stood still at the top, a smirk crawling onto her face once hearing the breaking of Sarah's neck.Blood was trickling from the side of her head, painting the floor a beautiful deep red. It made her heart flutter seeing what she just did. It was as easy as pie, effortless, risky. Oh but boy did it turn her on seeing all that blood splattering on the floor...

Her crotch started feeling tight at the thought.

She takes the steps down and avoid the bloodspill so she could crouch near the lifeless body. "Mmm...shouldn't have said those things to my Stevie." She shrugs casually. "You know, you used to be one cool lady, Sarah. Tsk, tsk, tsk...oh well. At least you'll get to join that useless husband of yours in Hell or whatever." Spinel moves from her spot and goes to the phone, which was fairly vintage and very old school. As she's dialing she turns back to the body, "Oh, I can't have them knowing I killed you, can I?" She chuckles lowly to herself. "Of course not. That's ok though. I got this."

After dialing the last digit of 911, letting it ring long enough for her to know what she would say. At the same time she also works up a few tears, getting herself choked up, and letting the fakest of tears roll freely.

"911, what's your emergency?"

Spinel exclaimed in her best damsel-in-distress voice possible.

"H-help! I-it's my grandma...I think she's d-dead..."

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Hey Kat Kommun!

So after what, 4, maybe 5 months? However long, I finally found time to bring this chapter together peice by peice. And guess what? MURDER! :) I will admit this isn't the best chapter I've written because my skills are so rusty, but hopefully I can get them back eventually.

Am I fucked up for killing off an innocent grandma that only wanted to keep Spinel safe? Yup. Do I have regrets? Nope, never will 😎

Any feedback is appreciated!

Keep calm and sleep on,

Katlady