"American Psycho Killed it at the Big Exposition"

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*WARNING SENSITIVE TOPIC INCLUDING SUICIDE AND SEXUAL CRIMES* this story does have a lot of normal sexual scenarios but they're all consensual-but there is a small part in this chapter that can be triggering. I want to point out to that I believe Lucas and Candice's relationship is 100% toxic and they both know it. I personally do not condone or encourage similar relationships. This book is for entertainment factor and fictional. I'm only saying this because in the world we're in it's important to spread positivity and healthy relationships. Especially during this difficult time.

Chapter 15

The first thing I heard when I got into school that morning was "Did you hear what happened? Did you hear what he did? Can you believe it?"

Murmurs were running all around campus. No one could stop talking about it. In fact it seemed to be the only thing people did want to discuss. The first thing I heard when I got into school that morning was "Did you hear what happened? Did you hear what he did? Can you believe it?"

If the school would have had a paper the headline would be Lucas Avery St. Mary's very own American Psycho Killed it at the Big Exposition.

Get it? Killed it. Okay well I think I'm funny. Puns aside I hated to admit it. But he had.

Lucas didn't audition. Nor did I ever get a request to participate. One minute Scott Blackwood was scheduled to preform. The next moment Lucas had stepped on stage and preformed a piece no one had ever heard before.

But it was haunting. Even now the tones of the piano echoed through my soul.

It was the storm that just settled along the see. A stray bolt of lightening that started a blazing fire. It was spring and winter. It was electric. The song he played was beautiful.

He played so well everyone forgot about how they found poor Scoot Blackwood dead. Apparently he had an allergic reaction to a peanut. No one thought it was strange.

I hated to think he was more than just an unfortunate accident. I mean after all he had only known he was deathly allergic to nuts since pre-K and all. The guy who took his place in the Exposition wasn't a natural born sociopath or anything. Why in gods name would anyone even the police find it strange? Note my sarcasm.

In all honestly though, no one questioned his death. Not even his parents. This world was more messed up than I thought. There was a wake for him on Tuesday after school. Only a handful of people were expected to go. No one wanted to take the time out of their day to pay their respects to a fallen student. This stupid school would much rather stalk and hound down Lucas to get him to either play/ or teach them something on the piano.

Sick bastards. And here I thought Lucas was the only one.

I stared at my hands. My finger nails were wreaked from gnawing at them. Complete disbelief washing over me. Lucas had always been...cruel. But a murder. That thought had never crossed my mind. I mean sure I could see him maiming someone, fûcking people who were completely inappropriate, and destroying property; sure. But killing someone....I shouldn't have been shocked really. I mean. Not to be nonchalant but 'it was only a matter of time.' Remember, he had killed my cat. They say it always starts with animals.

"Sad isn't it." Tony said from next to me. I didn't say anything. I stayed quiet. He sighed and turned to talk to Tinsley, who was still ignoring me. "What do you think Tins."

Tinsley grumbled underneath her breathe. I knew her well enough that she was even debating answering. But she must have had something to say because she was doing that finger tapping thing she always did when she was trying to keep quiet. It never worked that way. Tinsley is a bomb waiting to go off. She never stayed silent for long.

I watched her finer tap restless on her closed locker.

Tap.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tap.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

I waited knowing it was coming.

Tap. And.... "Oh who gives two flying squirrels." There it is, I thought. "Honestly that weird little horsefly gave me the creeps. Not only is he a soulless ginger, he also said he would have voted for Donald Trump. Like come on! Who does that. Thank god he's too young to cast a ballot because that little freak would have voted for that orange clown."

I grinned. "You always said there was something wrong with that guy."

She must have forgotten momentarily that she wasn't talking to me. "Yea. Scott literally wasn't good enough to lick my shit covered asshole."

"I meant Donald Trump."

"Him too." She nodded in affirmation.

"But honestly, isn't it weird. Lucas just managed to get a spot in the Expo and Scott well died before it. Did you hear anything about it Candice?" Tony asked.

I arched a brow at him. Tinsley laughed one horse snort of a laugh and said "First off, Candice is more of an outsider then a third party presidential candidate right now." I nodded to myself, you would think I'd be upset about no one talking to me but I had actually grown used to it. Almost happy at the turn of events. "Secondly, let's say hypothetically our resident Dexter Morgan did happen to off Scott. Again just for arguments sake, I really don't think it's a bad thing. Remember those rumors about Janet."

"Janet?" I asked not following her for once.

"Yea, our freshman year. Scott and her hooked up at a party or something. He taped it and sent it to her parents- then half the school." Tony filled in.

"Then she killed herself." Tinsley finished. "Scott's parents who are filthy rich, no shock there, had it all covered up. But you know, you can't hid the truth in this school. I mean everyone here knows Tony's gay, even if he doesn't know it yet."

Tony rolled his eyes "Okay Tinsley. Then tell me why I know how I know about that cute noise you make when you cum. Or that you like it when I put a finger in your as-"

"Fuck off. It happened once. We were drunk. I told you if you mentioned that again I'd eat your balls for dinner and cook up the rest of you and feed it to the entire student body."

I ignored them and wanting to divert the subject because every time they started this Tony would end up with a higher percentage to be unable to produce viable sperm. And since Tony was so cute I didn't want to see Tinsley kick him in the balls again.

"I don't remember that." I said truthfully. I was surprised I hadn't. That would have been pretty big gossip.

"You're self centered that's why." Tinsley deadpanned.

She remembered she was mad at me.

"Tinsley!" Tony started to say.

I cut him off and just said "You're not wrong."

She was actually taken aback at how I answered. She smirked that smirk which made me brace myself for a fight. "So you know you're a self centered brat?"

"Yes." I could see the stress on Tony's face. I've known him forever, this tension was killing him. But just as I knew it was killing him, I also knew he throughly enjoyed the drama. What a diva he was.

"Hey Tins, I don't think-"

"Shut the fuck up Tony. Stop fucking coddling her. She's not a baby. She's a grown fucking woman and can handle herself." She snapped. "Candice, you know the low opinion I have about you right now. You're a selfish, know it all, closed off cùnt. You're a shitty person and what's worse you're a worse friend." I had this coming. And I was going to take it. Because she was right. "You think you're better than everyone else and it's about time you grow the fuck up and start paying attention to other people because the world doesn't revolve around you." With that she stormed off.

Tony stood there rocking back and forth on his toes. I sighed "Do you think the same thing?"

He looked me in the eyes and smiled softly "Sorta. But only about the self absorbed thing."

"She never said I was self absorbed."

"No but I did."

I nodded. "I'm sorry."

Tony just smiled at me and gave me a hug. He kissed my head and said "I love you, more than you can imagine. I'm beginning to notice you're changing a bit for the better. You are growing up. But we all are. After all we're only teenagers. We have a lot of maturing to do. And we're doing it together."

"You sound like a cheesy self help book."

"Call me Oprah. By the way, since we're on the topic whatever happened to her?"

The day went by quickly after that. Tinsley must have felt better after getting that off she chest because she was talking to me now. Not like she used to but she didn't ignore me. Tony was going off about how he thought Lucas killed Scott Blackwood. But I just couldn't believe it. No matter how awful he was, he wouldn't have killed someone. What would even be the point. Lucas had no reason to want him dead. Even if he did take his spot in the Expo. But it wasn't like he gained anything. No one won anything in the Expo. It was literally just to show off your talent. And in a school like this talent, crazy amount of talent, was just a dime a dozen.

I was sitting in the courtyard debating going right home or sticking around a bit longer. My mom had been super busy with work and I had barely seen her. She was off tonight and I didn't really want to talk to her.

I loved her more than anything. But with everything going on I wasn't ready to face her.

I was stuck in though when a hand touched my shoulder. I jumped straight up in the air, surprised.

"Oh, shhiiiit. I'm s-s-so-sorry. I didn't mean to s-sc-scare you you." I looked up and found myself lost in a pool of emerald green.

I smiled. Emmett had a slight stutter. It was cute. "Don't worry. I'm just jumpy."

He swallowed. "I understand." He said slowly, like he was concentrating. "With everything g-go-g-going on I don't bbl-ame you...." he trailed off quietly.

"You mean how I'm a social pariah?"

His eyes got wide, his face flushed red. "I didn't mean!" He said quickly and without a stutter I noticed. "I mean that, you've got a lot on your plate, I mean I noticed you haven't been yourself lately, I mean" he said, his words rushing out faster than a bat out of hell. He stopped talking and just looked at me horrified. Like he couldn't believe he said that.

I laughed. Out. Loud. Total 'lmao' kinda moment. Tears filled my eyes, my lungs burned, I was sounding like a strangled cat (RIP MR. HOPPERS), that's how hard I was laughing.

Emmett looked amazed. I gripped my stomach and continued snorting away. When I finally composed myself, after what could have been several minutes, I wiped my tears away and said "Don't worry about it. It's true. Your face was hilarious by the way."

He grinned sheepishly "You're weirder than I thought."

"There is nothing weird about laughing at your own Hester Prynne moment. But yea, I'm proving to be quite different from whatever thought- including myself."

"Well, I like you better this way." He said. I stared at him in awe. Emmett and I maybe said about a handful of words to each other over the past few years. But for some reason my heart pounded every time I looked at him.  My cheeks started to burn a rose colored red and I couldn't break eye contact.

Emmett truly was handsome.

He didn't look away from me either. That was causing more havoc on my heart. It was the strangest thing. Lucas made me feel like this, but instead of the danger I felt with Lucas, I just felt comfort with Emmett. But it wasn't just that, there was something else drawing me to him. Something I couldn't quite place.

When he finally spoke it felt like an icy bucket of water was being dropped over my head.

"Mate" he whispered.



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***ah! JK! Sorry I'm used to only write and read werewolf books. I couldn't help it.

Back to the story.....

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"Wendy." Emmett said.

I was confused. Why was he calling me Wendy? I was only confused for a moment though. Because I heard a shrill voice come from behind me. My spine started to eat away at itself at the sound of her voice.

"YOU FUCKING WHORE." She shrieked running towards me. She looked like a bull, I looked down. I wasn't wearing red so I couldn't figure out why the hell she thought she had to charge at me.

"I'm not going anywhere Wendy. No need to run to verbally assault me." I said, almost bored with her drama. I had been kidnapped as a child. A stalker was after me, whom by the way attacked Tony and framed a suicide. And a sociopath, who may or may not be a killer, slept in my bed with me every night. The last person in the world I was scared of was Wendy.

"Wendy come on, stop. She didn't do anything." Emmet grabbed her arm and tried yanking her away.

She scowled at him and shook him off her. "No I'm not going to stop. Since she was little she tried to play all innocent. But she's nothing but a nasty little cunt." She turned away from me for a minute

I sighed. Didn't someone else already call me a cùnt today? I didn't want to deal with this.

"Oh shut up." I said. "Honestly aren't you tired of being jealous of me. I'm hotter than you, smarter than you, and clearly your guy has a hard on for me." I felt a little bad for bringing Emmett into this, but I definitely wanted to stop playing the stupid naive damsel in distress. You'd have to be blind not to see the way Emmett looks at me. Even if you were blind you could feel the sexual tension.

Her eyes grew wider then a pair of saucers. Her mouth was opened in a perfect 'o'. She clearly still wasn't too bright because all she could do was slap me.

A defining 'crack' filled the air as her hand connected with my cheek. Pain started to spread across my jaw. Ouch. That hurt. For such a prissy little bitch that hurt.

She stormed away without saying another word.

Emmett looked at me, his face red in what I could only guess was embarrassment from me saying he liked me. "I'm sorry." He said and turned to follow her out. Calling her name as they both disappeared from sight.

I touched my cheek. Ouch.

Before I could register more a dark figure drew my attention. My eyes met his. I swallowed. If I thought I was attracted to Emmett I needed to remember this feeling. His golden eyes overtook me. They did every time. My heartbeat was again erratic but this time I felt like it would jump from my chest.

"Lucas." I called out quietly. Despite the fact he was across the courtyard I knew he could hear me.

I was resigned again letting the awareness of how much I love him overcome me.

I sighed as another realization hit me- I still had to see my mother.

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