Walking away from the crowd, passing the steps, I make my way around the side of the expansive building. I hope none of the elders are in the tombs right now. I really don’t want to have to explain this kill to them. It will just put a target on Liv’s back, and that’s the last thing I want. Footsteps approach and I step out of the darkness, making my presence known.
“What’s up Grinder? Hey, thanks for losing us the game last night. Maybe next time I’ll steal your spot, since you can’t get the job done.” He laughs as I rearback, punching him in the face. His head whips to the side from the impact as he stumbles in the snow.
“Fuck you, Buckman.” I grit, tackling him to the ground, laying punch after punch to his face. He laughs with every hit, only making me madder.
“You touched what wasn’t yours and you forced her to wear your pathetic jersey. You could never be me.” I laugh sinisterly. “You’re a fucking loser, just like your father,” I spit. “You will never be worthy of my spot. You fucking piece of shit!” I growl as I continue to mangle his face, feeling bone crunch underneath my fist.
“She’s not yours either,” he groans, and now it's my turn to laugh.
“That’s where you're wrong,” I smirk, reaching into my pocket, taking out my pen. “Ahh, hello friend, we meet again,” I laugh sinisterly as his eyes widen.
“Ask h-her about D-Dillon,” He stammers as I step on his fingers, crushing them into the frozen earth. He screams as blood pours down his face.
“She has a whole boyfriend back home. My younger brother. If you don’t believe me, ask her. Or better yet, ask her why she’s here.” He taunts. I grip his blond hair, pulling his head back just like I did toKnight. He swallows thickly as I press the sharp point to the vein that is pulsating erratically in his neck.
“It was nice knowing you, Chuck Buckman. See you in hell.” I growl, swiping the point against his vein as blood sprays my hands and pants.
“Fuck y-you.” He chokes and I laugh, stabbing him in the neck repeatedly as blood splashes against my hands and face.
“Fuck me? Nah, fuck you and your brother. She’s mine and only mine.” I roar, not stopping until I hear a gasp. Lifting my head up, I see Liv standing there with her hand covering her mouth.
“Get out of here now!” I command and she takes off running the other way. Wiping the pen off against my sweats and tucking it in my pocket. I let go of his hair and drop his head to the ground, rolling him to the edge of the cliff and letting his body fall into the river.
Taking my phone out, I see it’s almost time for Manhunt to start. I text Ivy and tell her to meet me in the cemetery. I need to let some of this pent up tension out and there’s nothing more satisfying than being balls deep in a tight cunt.
It’s time to play my Sinister Valentine. Let’s see how fast you can run.
Yeeting Dumb Bitches
Liviana
After I left the locker room, I slammed into Chuck. I had no fucking idea this was the university he attended and now I’m utterly fucked. He cornered me and threw me into the janitor's closet, threatening to send Dillon the video of me cumming on Hayes’ hockey stick, if I didn't wear his jersey tonight to taunt Hayes. I refused to play his little game so he slammed me against the wall, slapped me in the face, causing my lip to bleed. I pushed him off me, but he was too strong and he tried to slide his hands under my skirt, telling me not to tell anyone. I kneed him in the nuts and got out of there as quickly as I could. Instead ofgoing to class, I went back to my room and stayed there until it was time to leave for the game.
Even when I met up with Syd and Kendall, they told me not to wear the jersey, but I didn't listen. No matter the path I chose, someone was going to get hurt and I don’t need the drama of Dillon knowing what the hell I’m doing here. I don’t even know what I'm doing anymore. I fought my parents tooth and nail not to come, but here I am, spreading my legs for the god himself. I don’t want to tell anyone the heinous things I’ve done. It’s not something I trust telling to anyone. Not even Dillon knows, and I plan to keep it that way.
Seeing the look on Hayes’s face when he spotted me in the crowd wearing someone else's jersey as he made the losing shot destroyed me. I didn’t want to hurt him, but seeing Chuck sitting on the bench watching my every move left me with no choice but to play his game, hurting the boy I can’t seem to walk away from. Now I’ve hurt him and I’m not sure what punishment I’m going to receive, if any at all. When his eyes met mine and I gave him that wink, his entire demeanor changed into something scary, like his demon reared its ugly head only to summon my ownto play with him, except he left. I can’t fault him for walking away and I wish I could tell him the truth, but I know I can’t. Not until later, I’m hoping.
After leaving the arena, I stayed quiet while Kendall and Syd chatted away about the game and what the plan was for tonight. I felt empty inside the more they talked about drinking in the maze and about tomorrow night’s Manhunt, along with the rules of the game. My mind was still in that arena with Hayes even if my body walks robotically next to my friends through the halls.
“You guys. I’ll meet up with you both later. I need a minute,” I tell them and they both nod, giving me a hug and they take off towards the exit doors. I go up the stairs to my room, unlocking the door and throwing myself on the bed. Tears fall from my eyes because this is not what I expected tonight to be. I never wanted to wear Buckman's jersey. I roll over, ripping the piece of shit off of me and throw it across the room. I really should go try and find Hayes but I know better than to continue to poke the bear. I seriously can’t believe Chuck is here. For as long as I can remember he's always been Dillon's creepy older brother. Ever since I killed Michael for some oddreason, I’ve noticed Chuck constantly watching me, even after his parents sent him away. I still felt like eyes were always on me, and it makes me cringe.
Rolling over, I see a text from Hayes and my heart skips a beat. I really hope he will be at Manhunt tomorrow because I don’t want anyone to catch me but him, but I know I truly fucked up.Why do I care so much? Why does he have this much of an effect on me?I only just met him a few days ago, but with every encounter, he’s left me wanting, wondering, and needing more of him. Which only hurts my heart. Why? My heart shouldn’t even be involved in this shit. I don’t get hung up on boys. I don’t understand why this is happening and why this pull is never-ending, but it’s so strong that I can’t help but need to be near him. This emptiness wants to be filled but only by him. Nothing, and no one, is more satisfying than him.Fuck.I need to know what the fuck this is.Closing my eyes, I reach on the other side of my bed for Hayes’s Jersey and tuck it under my face inhaling his scent, then I drift off to sleep.
The next night after finding Hayes, who dismissed me after trying to explain to him as much as I could without hurting him with more of my lies, I find myself seeking him out again, needing answers. Stepping around the corner of the creepy cathedral, I gasp, throwing my hand over my mouth as I watch Hayes stab Chuck in the neck with a sharp object. Blood sprays into the cold snow with every strike, covering Hayes. If I was a normal person, I’d scream and run for my life, but my feet stay grounded until his eyes snap to mine and the person I thought I knew is long gone. His gorgeous blue eyes that shined so brightly, are completely void against the white light reflecting the snow.
“Get out of here now!” He orders in a tone I’ve never heard before. I stumble back as I spin, running away from him. I don’t want to go find the girls. I don’t want to have to explain anything tonight. SoI go back to the bench where I first spoke with him and sit on the cold cement. Placing my head in my hands, I lean my elbows on my knees trying to get my head right.Why did he kill him? Why did I run?Just because his hands were full of blood doesn’t mean I was scared. I was just taken aback by the scene. I’d be a hypocrite to be frightened of him.Fuck. I shouldn’t have left.I could’ve helped him get rid of the body. But the tone in which he used to send me away was the only reason I left.Fuck.
Sitting here in the cold for what feels like forever, I decide to walk deeper into the cemetery along the cliff line, hoping there’s a clearing where I can just sit and feel the breeze against my skin. Being alone sometimes is better for me. I need a minute, a chance to clear my mind because this night is just fucked and I’m over it. If he wants to speak to me, he will have to come find me. I’m done playing his stupid game.Fuck it.
After walking for a bit, the gravestones dwindle the further I go, and just when I think I’m getting closer to the edge of the cliff, two people come into view. Hayes leans back against a tree with that same dumb blonde, who's yet again on her knees in the snow, sucking his dick. I watch for a split second ashe pulls her head further down his length, groaning in pleasure and I fucking snap.Those groans are for me. Fucking prick.I make my presence known by stomping through the snow quickly. His eyes open and collide with mine and he smirks.This motherfucker.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I shout as he pays no mind that I’m literally yelling while he’s getting his dick sucked.
“Do you mind?” he laughs and I growl.
“Oh, I fucking do mind, Henry.” I spit and that little word makes his eyes gloss over and narrow.
“Fuck, Ivy. Just like that.” He moans and I see fucking red. My vision blurs as I grip the bitch by her hair, yanking her off his cock. She screams as she flails in the snow, but my grip only tightens.
