KIERAN P.O.V.

He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not.

Will Belmont freaking loves me!

(Ten Years Ago)

I was ignoring Will for a couple days. Or I was at least trying my best to. I responded briskly to him, and brushed him off every chance that I got. Afterall I was just a stranger to him. So he shouldn't care.

It was late at night and I was on the floor lying on a makeshift bed in Will's room. Will came in and plopped down on his bed.

"Did I do something wrong Kieran?" He asked. I ignored him. "Kieran." Will sighed. He hopped off of his bed and came over to sit across from me. "Kieran, please tell me what I did wrong. Please."

"It was the day that we went fishing. You said I was nothing more to you than a stranger." I grumbled. Will laughed lightly.

"Is that what this is about?"

"It's not funny." I retorted, shoving Will.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry for laughing. And I'm sorry for saying that. I didn't mean it."

"...You didn't?"

"No Kieran. I mean, sure we may not have known each other for a long time, but you're not a stranger to me."

"Am I your friend?" I asked. Will stayed silent for a moment. "You're my friend." I spoke up. Wills eyes widened slightly, before a curve made it's way onto his lips.

"Then you're my friend." He agreed. I smiled to myself. I was happy that this was all over, because to be honest, I didn't like ignoring Will that much. He was the only one I could really talk to on this farm, and it was good to have him back.

"My dad wanted to know if you wanted to come fishing with us again this weekend." Will said.

"Sure. I guess." I replied, suddenly remembering something. "Hey, did you ever read that book?"

"Wh-what book?" Will asked, scratching the back of his head. I rolled my eyes.

"The book you had to read because I went fishing. Remember our deal?"

"I don't remember anything like that at all Kieran." I punched Will in the arm. "Ow." He grumbled.

"Yes you do Will. You have to read it. It was part of our deal."

"Fine you caught me. I'll read the boring book."

"Books aren't boring Will. Trust me, you'll like it."

"Yeah well, I better." Will smiled. "Anyways it's time to hit the hay. G'nig-"

"Will, I know I was ignoring you but do you mind if we start sharing the bed again? The floor is starting to hurt my neck a lot."

"Of course Kieran." Will stood up and so did I. "Just try not to drool so much this time." Will giggled, and I pushed him down on the floor. He landed with a thud, and I smiled smugly, and stepped over him.

Yeah, it was good to have Will back.

It's Thursday. Two days since Will and I kissed one another. And what an amazing kiss it was. We haven't spent any alone time together since. The only time we've seen one another was in school, either passing in the hallway or at lunch. The dynamic of our relationship in front of others hasn't changed much, except that I noticed Will touches Emma less, and glances at me more. Poor boy, if only he knew how much better his life would be without Emma glued to his side.

It's the period before lunch and I, along with the rest of the student body, make our way to the auditorium for some anti-bullying assembly. I feel someone come up beside me. I turn my head slightly and roll my eyes.

"Eli." I greet.

"Kieran." Eli greets back. "I've noticed something about you lately."

"And what is that?"

"You're happier. Something to do with Will I presume."

"As a matter of fact it is. But I'd like to keep the details to myself as long as possible. And away from you." Eli chuckles darkly at this.

"My, my, Kieran. I had no idea you two shared a romantic rendezvous. Was some fucking involved?" I roll my eyes at Eli's chasteness, but instead of giving in, I decide to turn the tables around.

"Yeah actually. Tons, and tons of fucking." Eli falters in his pace slightly, before catching up to me. I begin to say something but am pulled away through a classroom door. The sounds of the student filled hallways is subdued and I turn around and see Will.

"Hey." He smiles.

"Hey." I reply mirroring his expression. I look around the classroom. It's empty.

"Sorry for dragging you in here like that. I just wanted to talk to you, alone."

"I'm not complaining."

"Uh, cool. Cool. Uhm, I wanted to know if you would like to hang out this weekend. At my house."

"What would we be doing?" I ask, taking a step closer to Will. He stays where he is.

"I d-dunno, talk and stuff."

"What stuff would we be doing?" I ask again, taking another step towards him. Our bodies are merely centimeters apart. We lock eyes, and Will tentatively places a hand on my bicep.

"Stuff." Will replies, blushing and smiling slightly. I lean down to him so our noses are grazing one another.

"When would this all be taking place?" My voice is barely a whisper and my hot breath ghosts Will's face.

"I was thinking sometime Saturday evening. I would prefer Friday but Emma and I-" I begin to pull back at the mention of her name, but Will doesn't allow it, instead pulling me closer to him, "Please be patient with me Kieran. This is all kinda new."

"So I'm some sort of 'test' to you?" I retort swiftly, only slightly offended.

"No. Not at all. I just don't wanna hurt Emma. -But I don't wanna hurt you either."

"Someone's bound to get hurt Will-"

"I know-it's just, ugh, I-" I silence Will by pressing my lips firmly against his. His hand tightens around my bicep, and he pulls me in closer. Our bodies touch. I lick Will's lower lip, and his breath hitches. I slowly release him, feeling his drawn out breaths graze over my face in the process. I sigh.

"I'll be patient Will. For you." I smile and give Will a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you."

"Now, don't we have an assembly to get to?"

The lights dim after the principal gives the introduction of the assembly. I'm seated on an end seat with Will next to me, and Emma next to him. I don't see Eli anywhere near me. I see Will put his arm around Emma from my peripheral vision. Gross. I could do something like rub Will's leg with my foot, but I decide against it. I'm feeling generous today.

A screen is slowly lowered on the stage, from the ceiling, in front of the student body. A projection is cast onto the screen that reads "Anti-Bullying 101". I roll my eyes. This oughta be good. Suddenly the projection on the screen glitches out and a new image is displayed. A video. And not just any video. The Video. I stiffen. I grow frigid. What the hell…

The video shows a cafeteria. Of my old school. Students surround me and another student named Connor.

"It was Kieran everyone! I have proof, solid proof!" Connor shouts in the video.

"Shutup!" I seethe.

"Why? Don't want everyone to know that you're a complete psychopath? Seth and I saw you Kieran. You bashed Miss Kay's car windows, and then ran over her dog. All because she failed you? No, because she failed you after you fucked her-"

"That's not true!" I shout.

"We saw you that night Kieran! And we found out that you were the one who claimed she sexually harassed you." Gasps emit from the students in the cafeteria. "Pathetic. Poor Keiran doesn't get he wants and gets an innocent woman fired. Manipulative son of a bitch. You're a psychopath! A freak. Freak! Freak! Freak!" Seth begins to chant. Soon the rest of the students join him and they all start to close in on me. I glare daggers at Seth, and jump on him, punching him over and over again. Blood on my fists, and pooling around his head. The chanting stops and the cafeteria is silent. I stand up, huffing, with Connor's warm blood dripping from my knuckles.

The video shuts off and the projector screen is blank. The students in the auditorium begin to murmur. The principal is on the stage now, speaking into the microphone but I don't hear them. All I can feel is embarrassment. Everyone saw that. Will saw that. My Will. I feel someone shake me, but I shrug them off. I stand up quickly, and speed walk out of the auditorium and into the hallway.

The hallway is empty. Blood pulses in my head. Calm down Kieran. Calm down. I release a heavy breath of air. How the hell did this happen? As soon as I turn around I see her. Nina. She's grinning from ear to ear and her eyes burn with victory. ...She did this? She fucking did this! I angrily approach her and grip her neck roughly, slamming her against a locker. She chokes. I stare daggers into her eyes that now hold fear, but a craze as well.

"You disgusting fucking bitch!" I hiss, releasing her. She gasps for air, but her grin still holds firm.

"Checkmate, Wilcox." She sneers.

"Why?" I demand solemnly.

"You had to learn your place. And now that you have, you won't ever disrespect me again."

"I wouldn't be so sure." I grit out.

"I could do worse Wilcox. And if you're not careful, I will."

"How? How did you get it?"

"I have my connections. But I can't take all the credit. This wouldn't have been possible without some help. You can thank your little boyfriend for that."

"...What?" I say, blinking a couple times. She doesn't mean...why would he...no...she's lying.

"It may seem hard to believe but yes, Will Belmont stabbed you right in the back. I just twisted the knife." I stare at Nina unbelievingly. "Don't look so shocked Wilcox. He had a choice to make. Either humiliate you, or hurt Emma. I guess we see which of the two he cares about most."

So...Will did this. My Will. And he chose...her? A pit in my stomach falls. My heart feels heavy. And then a burst of rage filters throughout my body. My bloodstream. My spirit. A rage that isn't directed towards Will. Oh no. My hurt is directed towards him. But my rage is directed towards none other than Nina. The red haired fucking she demon. The one who thinks that she can do whatever she wants to whomever she wants. ...Well. I think it's time that things change. Permanently.

I slowly approach Nina. My face void of any emotion. She eyes me cautiously. I lean in close to her, and whisper into her ear, "Game on.". I turn my back away from her and make my way to leave the school building. I don't have a lot of time. And if I want to do this, I'll have to be quick.

Nina's going to wish she never messed with me. Because if it's one thing that video she shared should teach anyone,

It's that I'm a fucking psychopath.

I stare at my reflection in the glass front door of Nina's house. It's night. I don't see any cars except Nina's in her driveway. I'm wearing a black cloak, with a mask that looks like a ghosts face. I look like death himself.

My hands are gloved in black, and I hold a knife in my right hand.

Time to play.

I smash through the glass front door, immediately setting off the alarm. I reach inside quickly and pull the door handle, allowing myself in Nina's house. I sprint out of sight, hiding behind a couch. I hear footsteps. Nina comes into view and observes the mess. She goes to the alarm system and shuts it off.

"Fucking great." She mumbles. She takes out her phone and begins to dial for the police, I assume. But I can't let this happen. I move from my space behind the couch, and run to Nina. I tackle her to the ground and she lands with a thud. She looks up at me, at my mask, and I literally feel the fear seep into her body. I backhand her. She yelps. I backhand her again. Harder. Drawing blood. Feeling the bone beneath her skin. She screams. This is what she gets. Filthy whore. I hold my knife firmly in my hand and stab Nina in the right side of her stomach. Blood oozes out of her and her screams grow louder. Perpetuating and never silencing. Using my knife, I stab her three times in her vaginal area, her screams piercing this time.

"Aaagghgh! Please! STOP!" Nina begs. Her body wildly spasming beneath me. Legs kicking. Fists flying.

I grin from ear to ear. Being a skank I thought she would've liked this delivery of pain. I guess not. Time to finish this. Sadly. ...I take my knife and run the blade sharply through her throat. Nina's body ceases to move. Blood gurgles in her mouth. I watch the crimson liquid slowly slide it's way down from her lips, across her cheek, to the floor.

Ding! Dong! The bitch is dead!

"Nina?" I hear a voice, Tyler's voice, yell from upstairs. So...she had company. I get off of Nina and make my way upstairs. "Nina?!" I hear Tyler's voice call again. I follow his voice to Nina's bedroom, I assume. The door is wide open. I walk through. Tyler has his hands and legs tied up to Nina's bedpost, nothing but his shirt is off. Ashame I had to kill her before a freaky fuck. Not.

Tyler's eyes gaze up to me. Fear embeds itself within them. Happiness courses through my body. A cloth is shown next to Tyler's mouth. He must've been gagged with it and spit it out, in a desperate attempt to 'save' Nina? I don't know what you would call yelling out her name. If anything, it's a poor ass excuse for 'saving'. But alas, what could this poor imbecile do?

"Get the fuck away from me!" Tyler spits out. "I'll fucking murder you!" He struggles frantically against the rope. I move closer to him so that I'm near his head. I gently run my blade along the side of Tyler's face. The cold metal connecting with his warm skin. Hmmmm. To kill Tyler, Or to not kill Tyler? That is the question.

I remove the blade from Tyler's skin. I won't kill him. It was Nina I came here for, and Nina I ended. ...But I shouldn't just leave it at ending Nina...I should humiliate her. ...And what better way to humiliate her than to fuck her own boy toy while her corpse lies rotting on her living room floor.

I know, I know. What about Will? Well Will hurt me. Badly. Of course I still love him. I always will. Part of the reason I killed Nina is for him. Without her, he'll be free from her tyranny. But it's my vengeance that fueled her death. And besides, I may be fucking Tyler...but a guy can imagine, can't he?

Now...how to do this. ...I got it!

I grab the cloth beside Tyler and shove it into his mouth, despite his verbal protests. His eyes hold anger now, and I think he's attempting to cuss me out right now. Too bad.

I place my knife on an end table next to Nina's bed. I reach for Tyler's pants, and yank them down. Leaving him exposed. Nude. He thrashes desperately. Wanting to escape. I climb on top of him, my weight partially subduing his physical protest. My gloved hand slowly works his cock. Up and down, up and down. I hear an unwilling moan escape Tyler. I feel him begin to harden. Just goes to show that Tyler is truly a manwhore who will get horny from about anything. This will benefit me in my favor.

I quicken my pace slightly, and Tyler is now fully erect. His eyes are closed tight, and his head is turned away from me. Beads of sweat trickle his forehead. I release my hold on Tyler's shaft. I raise myself slightly and pull down my black pants under my cloak. They pool around my thigh. I grip Tyler's shaft again and press it against my entrance. Tyler's eyes snap open and he looks up at me. His eyes panicking. If he didn't think I was a guy before, he definitely knows now. His gaze hardens at me and he begins to yell. Looks like I'll have to make this quick. Which means my own pleasure must be disregarded.

I lower myself onto Tyler, and boy oh boy does he moan. Heh, I knew he wouldn't be able to help it. Girls can be tight. But guys can be so much tighter. And warmer. And pleasurable.

I place my hands above Tyler's shoulders. They rest on Nina's mattress for support. Tyler's eyes are closed again, and his head is turned away. But that doesn't matter. I just need to get him off.

I raise myself, so that nothing but Tyler's tip is inside of me, then lower myself, engulfing him. I begin a steady rhythm of bouncing up and down on Tyler's hard cock. Nina's bed begins to shake beneath us. My breathing is becoming staggered, along with Tyler's. Hahah, this is too fucking great!

I pick up my pace, rocking back and forth now, clenching around Tyler every now and again, my cock slapping against Tyler's abdomen. He moans. A loud moan. A desperate moan. A filthy moan. He's close now, I can tell.

I allow Tyler to slip out of me. I grab his cock, hard, and stroke, up and down, up and down, feeling him shudder beneath me. Tyler cums onto his chest, grunting deeply. There is a lot. A lot of white sticky cum. I smile smugly.

I get off of Tyler and pull my pants up, ignoring my member. I find Tyler's face, and shame is written all over it, along with confusion.

I feel shame too. That was my first time with a guy. And that guy wasn't Will. Despite what I want to believe. This hurts me. This hurts me a lot. Even though Will betrayed me, I shouldn't have betrayed him...even if it did achieve the goal of humiliating the crap out of Nina.

My sweet, sweet, Will. I'm so sorry. My eyes begin to water.

I saunter out of Nina's bedroom, not before taking my knife with me. Whilst leaving, I hear Tyler begin his muffled rant again, but it's not as intense as before.

So Nina, I killed the shit out of you, fucked the mess out of your boy toy, in your own bed, ...man, I think it's clear who won this game.

Kieran fucking Wilcox.