A/N: Hello guys, I am currently still fixing/writing this story I have 15 pages done. I wanted to wait until I finished the whole thing then upload the whole story all at once, however, I know people have been waiting a long time. I'm so sorry and I'd like to thank everyone for waiting patiently. Hopefully if I get a lot done tomorrow I can upload again tomorrow or very soon. My writing style has changed over the course of writing this so if there are certain parts that aren't congruent or feels like a different story or the characters seem to change oddly throughout the story let me know.
WARNING: There are multiple points of views. I tried to label them all except for 3rd person. If you see a scene break (. . .) and it doesn't say who's POV it is then it's Vanessa/Essie's...well majority of the time. Sorry bear with me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tormented just my character Vanessa and some plot points.
A cute brunette is being escorted out of Fairview High School by the police. A hush of whispers could be heard from all around; students watching with a curious gaze. Her pale skin light as the moon. Pieces of her pixie cut flying outward with the wind. Justine Fielding had a full expression of fear plastered all over her face.
. . .
If anyone had told me that my friends and I were going to be haunted by a ghost and killed off one by one I would have said they were crazy. I would've told them that ghosts weren't real, and that my friends didn't deserve what was going to happen next. But, I would be dead wrong.
It all started on a Friday afternoon.
We'd been pulled out of school and forced to attend a funeral for one of our former classmates. The church was crowded with students, teachers, parents and even alumni. Now don't get me wrong, I would never disrespect the dead. Unless, of course, they we complete dickwads when they were alive. I don't like it when people pretend to care or make up stories about how awesome that person was when we all know they weren't. But that's besides the point. I absolutely had no clue who this guy was. I've never seen or heard of him before. I felt sad that he was gone, I was especially sympathetic towards his parents, but I didn't feel anything quite deeper than that.
So here I am, sitting in a church, surrounded by the whole school, listening to the eulogies of a peer that shouldn't have died this tragically. To make matters worse, Justine Fielding is giving a speech. I don't exactly hate the girl, but she seems so fake sometimes. With her preppy, conceited, good-girl act, I'm probably the only one who can see through that transparent façade. Okay, so maybe I hate her a little.
"How should we remember Darren Mullet?" She started off. "To his parents he was a beloved son, to his teachers he was a fine student; bright and eager to learn. But to the majority of us, he was a friend."
Whatever, Justine. I thought. You probably didn't even know him.
"Bullshit!" Jason Bank shouted. The whole church turned their attention to the person standing before the kiosk. Jason was likely Darren's best friend, I figured. "You fucking hypocrite," he called.
And that just proved me right.
"Quiet!" The headmaster appears in the walkway, clearly disgruntled. "Get that boy out of here!"
"You aren't Darren's friends, he didn't have any! That's why he killed himself! You killed him!" Jason pointed to her, his voice cracking with the pain of losing his friend. He turned to the rest of the crowd, flailing his arms at us. "All of you! You murdered him!"
I felt my heart break for him I can't imagine the pain he must be in. He just lost his best friend and now he has to listen to people pretend like they knew him. I don't know what I would do if I lost my best friend, Alexis.
Jason is then thrown out of the church by our gym teacher. The quiet buzz of gossip only ruining the funeral further. I can hear the teacher pull him aside and say, "There are people in there, crying, upset. Show some respect."
Did you forget he's mourning too coach?
After the ceremony I wandered around with my usual crowd. We found ourselves by the tombstones.
. . .
Arms wrap around my waist, and a chin rests on my shoulder. I'm suddenly brought out of my head, and pulled back into reality. I turn my head to see Bradley and smile.
Marcus asks, "Hey, Bradley, are we still having a party tonight?"
Bradley replies with enthusiastic, "Fuck yeah!"
"Ok, guys," Alexis pipes up. "I'm gonna ask Justine to the party."
Ugh, Alexis. Why her?
Tasha put her hands on her hips and shifted her weight. "You know," she started. "Just 'cause she's the head girl doesn't mean she gives the best head."
I mentally rolled my eyes at her. Of course, when anyone shows any interest for someone she assumes it's for sex.
"Well," Alexis murmured, "I think she's interesting."
"You think she's interesting, hmm?" Bradley mused with a smirk. "Do you think I'm interesting too? Do you wanna kiss me?"
"Bradley, shut up! You're so dumb." I defended, pushing him away. I turned my attention to Alexis, "Don't listen to him. And even though I'm not her number one fan, I will regrettably support you. Now get out of here before they come up with more comments. Ask your 'dream girl' out."
Alexis just laughs and heads her way.
. . .
Alexis' POV
As I walk over to Justine, I overhear her and a friend talking about having a movie night. I believe her friend's name is Helena, but I can't be too sure. God, I don't even know what to say. I'm so nervous.
I awkwardly stumble over my words. "Hey, Justine. G-great speech." Nice going. "So, um, Bradley is having a party tonight. I was wondering, maybe maybe you'd like to go with me…?" My voice trailed off into a clumsy question.
Helena answered before Justine had the chance. "She can't." Her sharp response caught me off guard. "We're busy."
Justine turns to Helena, "What are you talking about? We never have anything to do. I wanna have a little fun, and you continuously ruin that." Looking back at me, Justine agrees to go with me.
This is the best day of my life.
. . .
Vanessa's POV
The second Alexis walks away the guys start talking about Justine.
"I think she's quite nice." Sophie states.
"You think everyone's nice, the girl's a freakin' kiss-ass bitch." Kally exclaims.
"Oh shut up Kally. I hate her just as much as the next guy but Alexis likes her and sadly we have to respect that." I say.
"She smells really nice." Marcus blurts taking us all off guard.
What the…..?
"Why in the world do you know what Justine smells like?" I ask him.
"Yeah why do you know what she smells like?" Sophie questions jealousy seeping through her voice. "What! You smell nice-" Marcus starts. A smile begins to spread across Sophie's face until Marcus finishes his sentence. "-you smell like cabbage."
Her face drops and we all start laughing at her reaction.
Bradley and Marcus start joking around while the girls watch but I'm barely paying attention. I look over at Alexis talking to Justine. He looks so nervous it's adorable. Suddenly a smile breaks out across his face and I smile.
Well FINALLY you got a girl without my help. I never thought I would see the da-
I'm broken from my thoughts when I hear the sound of someone chanting Bradley's name. I turn back to the group. Ugh Nasser.
"I think I hear a whining noise. Do you hear that babe?" Bradley asks me. "No, no whining noise. Ah word is there is gonna be a party at your place later." Nasser answers for me. Bradley winks mischievously at me.
"We're at a funeral show some fucking respect!" Bradley practically yells at Nasser startling him. "I. ..I didn't m-mean to" Nasser stutters. "Get out of here." Bradley says while walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me.
Nasser leaves embarrassed while everyone, except for me, laughs at him.
"You know just because he's a little annoying it doesn't give you the right to be a dick." I tell Bradley playing with his collar.
"Yeah I know but I got a reputation to uphold plus you love me….and my dick." He whispers the last part then attacks my neck. I push him away. "Shut up!" I feel my face burning as he laughs.
Just then Alexis comes out of nowhere and jumps on Bradley's back. "I got her digits!" He exclaims.
