You're gonna see the word grolled in this chapter. I know it's not a fuckin word. I put it in there because I'm a writer and I can do that shit. Enjoy the story.

Lunch was awfully quiet today. It had been three days since Nathaniel had been murdered, and things still had not gotten back to normal.

Would they ever?
Instead of the usual hustle and bustle of this busy hour of the day, everyone sat silent, nibbling at their food as if counting the seconds before they could retreat to class. Rumors had certainly started to spread. Once the media attention had died down, students had started to have their own stories. Some said Amber did it. After all, she did try to get him expelled and she'd stolen from him many times. Other said it was Candy. She was always around him and now that he was gone nobody had seen her. Then there was-

BOOM!
Everyone jumped as they looked over to the double doors of the cafeteria. In walked Castiel, a cold look in his eyes as he angrily grolled in. Apparently, word had gotten to the principal that he had something to do with Nathaniel's murder. Sure there was evidence (he and Nathaniel's violent past) pointing to him, and sure as shit the Sweet Amoris police just rolled in and arrested him without doing any sort of investigation. He'd been able to prove himself innocent but he was told to report to school because he was under surveillance. Normally he wasn't the type to get caught up in rumors, but now, the student body had gone too far. To hell with the lot of them.

His eyes quickly scanned the room until they fell on a secluded table in the corner where his friend Lysander was sitting. He walked over to the table, pretending not to notice that the students were leaning away from him and avoiding eye contact. He sat down and opened his mouth to talk to his friend when Lysander stood and backed away as soon as he noticed the redhead's prescence.
"Lys…what's gotten into you?"
Lysander nervously looked away. Castiel frowned.
"You can't mean to tell me you believe the rumors."
"I never thought you would hurt anyone but the last thing I remember you saying to him was 'I'm gonna kill you."
"Yeah, but I didn't do-"
"You went too far, Castiel."
With that Lysander hurried away from the table and out of the cafeteria.

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Two hours later, Lysander asked if he could be excused from class to go to the restroom, and he was granted permission- but with a warning.

"Lysander, you be careful. Hurry back."
He nodded to the teacher before quickly leaving the room. He was almost to the restroom when he heard a crash in a nearby classroom. The door was open, so he stepped closer, looking in to see Castiel sitting in a chair facing away from him.

"Castiel?"
The room was empty other than the redhead and a desk covered in boxes. Lysander entered the room, paying no attention to the figure who snuck in behind him.
"Castiel…are you alright?"
He continued to approach his friend walking around to see his face.

"Aah!"
He screamed when he saw what had happened to Castiel. His eyes were wide open, face twisted into a sardonic grin. His body- spine and all- was curled up in the chair. His knees were to his chest but the way he sat, his stomach was exposed. What resembled a small bomb was put inside his hollowed stomach, tied into place with his intestines.

"Goodbye Lysander."
He gasped and turned to face the culprit, eyes widening when he saw who it was.

"It's you! You killed Nathaniel too!"
They pulled out a small remote putting their finger to the button.
"Goodbye Lysander."
"Wait-"
BOOM!
The bomb exploded, taking Lysander with it. Castiel's body erupted in the explosion, coating the room in blood and guts, leaving Lysander's decapitated and mangled corpse in the corner of the room.