Strong language, detailed descriptions of gore. I’ll advise not to read if these topics bother you in any way. Thank you for your time. :)

I’ve always been a good liar. No particular reason. If I want to get my way, I’ll pull out any fib, lie or falsity and spoonfeed it to whoever blocks my path. Sometimes it’s little things. Pulling an allnighter to play Minecraft all night and claiming I was studying, sneakily sitting by the smartest kid in class on test day. Just little things. But now, somethings gone wrong.

“Damn Mira.” Sam snickered, guzzling a bottle if whiskey he was definitely too young to drink. “How the hell did you get something so amazing, into somthing so horrible?”

He slurred, hugging the bottle close to his face, pressing it into his grin. “You’re my favorite bitch!”

I grabbed his cheek and leaned into his lips. Slowly, Sam dropped the bottle and welcomed me, pulling me on his lap.

As I take a breath, my eyes dart around the locker room. I knew no one would be around, but Sam’s eyes followed.

“You good baby?” He pulled me into him, pecking my cheek.

“Do you hear that?” I ask, standing up. Sam sighs and holds my hand reluctantly as I pull him to his feet. My voice lowers to a whisper. “Someones _here_.”

Somehow, Sam offers a low chuckle in reply. “Don’t be fucking withme Miracolina, schools been shut up since 5:00.”

I grimace as he says my full name, it meant miracle, but I knew most thought otherwise. I put a finger over his mouth as the _sound_ grows louder. More placeable. More like _footsteps_.

Finally Sam shuts up, listening intently.

“Hide!” I hiss and we scatter running opposite directions.

The footsteps get closer. Someones definitely here, and must know they aren’t alone. The room was dark, all lights shut off. There was no way someone would’ve seen us. Right?

The footsteps turn a corner and just as I see her Sam bashes the whiskey bottle into her head.

“SHIT!” I cried, skidding to the crumpled girl. I knew her. Angel? Allie? Allia! “Sam!! What the hell did you do!?”

“She almost saw you! Maybe she did! Now when she wakes up she’ll tell on us!” Sam holds his hands up in defense.

“She’s never going to wake up Sam.” My voice wavers, not that noticeable, but of course Sam did. “You smashed her skull in!!”

The blood on my hands was more than I’d ever seen. It just kept coming, and it was obvious the girl was dead.

Sam just stood there, over me and the girl, Allia, staring at his guilty hands and the broken bottle.

“Sam.”

“Sam!” I yelled, standing up and shaking his shoulder. “We gotta clean this up.”

I tilted his head up. “I— I know this seems bad, real bad, but we can fix it! I know we can.”

I slowly kiss him, trying to ease his pain, but I knew there was nothing I could do to help him. He had singlehandedly murdered a fellow classmate, just to keep them from getting detention. Just to keep me from getting caught.

I couldn’t tell if it was romantic or psychopathic, but decided not to think about. All I thought about was how we could protect ourselves from a far worse fate than saturday detention.

———

We disposed of her properly. The locker room was clean, not a single drop of blood or peice of glass in sight. There was nothing, nothing to stop us from getting away with it.

And for some reason, that was the worst part.

**_Allia Thorne was found dead in The Great Salt, just days after getting presumed missing. Her murder was from a large gash in her head, staight though the skull possibly made from a baseball bat or other hard material. Peices of glass shards were found in the wound, but the police claim it must be litter from the Lake. There are no leads, no reported enemies or bullies of the young 15 year old girl. Police tell the public that the the Case of Allia Thorne is cold. _**

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thanks for reading! Don’t worry, still working on “Fair on the Pier,” just had a story prompt and couldn’t resist :D