Guilty
Chapter one
"You have to understand why I did what I did" I started off by saying, my eyes nervously darting from the police officer sitting next to me to my lawyer across the table. Grams had called him, she wouldn't let me talk to the police until he was here, but I didn't care, because I knew something they didn't, that I was guilty, and I was going to confess to everything. I knew that Andy would take the fall too, but that didn't concern me now, I was tired of feeling guilty and I was caught anyway, so there was no use in lying now.
"Ms. Halliwell, murder is a very serous charge" Detective Robinson tells me, as if I didn't know. I just nod wordlessly. "Are you sure you want to confess?" the detective asks, his small beady eyes traveling unabashedly the length of my body, no doubt wondering how a small cheerleader like myself could kill someone. "You're not just covering up for that boyfriend of yours, are you?" Mr. Thompson, Gram's lawyer asks, he obviously wants me to say that, yes, it was all Andy's fault and I was just an innocent ditzy cheerleader a long for the ride, and, I could play that role, I have done it before, but I won't, not this time, I'm not innocent; at least I wasn't when I was helping Andy drag Missy's dead body into the trunk of his car to get rid of it.
"No, detective" I tell him, "I am absolutely sure that I did it, I killed Missy Williams" I say with a shrug as my glossy nails click against the wood table in a combination of impatience and annoyance. I sit back and regard both men with equal intensity, its obvious that neither if them believe me, they still think it was Andy, but, I'll tell them my story and see who they believe then, I really don't care if the believe me or not, I'm going to tell them what happened and see where it goes from there. What happened was a mistake after all. "So do you want to hear my story or not?" I ask, flicking my hair over my shoulders and looking haughtily at both men, this is a move that would intimidate any high school boy, but they don't move a muscle.
"By all means, go ahead" Detective Robinson says, setting a tape recorder on the table and clicking it on. I reach across the table and turn it off again, "I don't want this on tape" I tell him,
"I'm willing to confess, but some details of the story are rather...erm...unsavory and I would appreciate if they wouldn't go on record." I bat my eyelashes at him appealingly and add, "Please detective, my family has already been though so much" He caves and puts the tape recorder away.
Heh, my family, I could care less if they hear this, but, being as I am not in custody and Prom is only a few days away, I don't want the community to find out what a manipulative little slut I can be, it might fuck up my Prom Queen votes, and I just couldn't have that. Especially since I had to kill a girl to get my status as head cheerleader, I don't want to have to work that hard for my popularity again. I laugh quietly at my joke and fall silent again when both men look at me with questioning eyes. I decide to start my story.