Clyde's POV

"Can I sit here?" I heard a voice ask. I looked up and saw Stan standing there holding his tray.

"Sure," I replied.

"Thanks," He said sitting down.

"So why did you decide to sit by me?"

"You're the only one who understands that I cant move on and Wendy keeps bugging me about not spending enough time with her and stuff,"

"It sounds like you guys are going to break up then,"

"I have been with her for six years, no probably not, why? Where you hoping you'd get a chance?" He asked cocking an eyebrow.

"Um my fiancé died like just a week ago," I said angrily.

"Wait….fiancé?" Stan asked with his eyes wide; I sighed.

"Yes, I had asked him to marry me the night of the party, the night before IT happened.

"Wow dude I'm really sorry,"

"I just hope Craig is paying for what he did," I said darkly.

"Me too, I mean how could he have done that?" Stan asked picking up his plastic fork and taking a bite of the orange substance that tastes like cardboard.

"Yeah and I thought he was my friend," I said standing up and leaving Stan alone in the cafeteria, I didn't want any friends right now, friends stab you in the back, they kill your lovers and tell you lies.

"Clyde if you need any help you can come to me m'kay?" I heard the voice of the school counselor say.

"I'm fine," I muttered shakily, I felt wetness on my face and I realised that I had been crying.

"Well m'kay," Mr. Mackey said walking off. I breathed out a sigh of relief, I wished that everyone was as easy to get rid of as Mr. Mackey.

"You know you cant mope around forever man," I groaned when I saw Token standing there with his girlfriend Sue.

"Yeah it's not good for your health," She said.

"Come and throw a football around or something," Token said motioning with his football that he was holding in his hand. I shook my head and waved them off, I didn't want to talk to anyone.

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When I got home I was greeted by the phone ringing.

"Hello?" I asked answering it.

"Hey," I sighed when I heard the voice of Craig.

"Why are you calling me?" I asked angrily.

"Giles said I could have one call for good behaviour," Craig replied and I could see him smiling through the phone.

"I told you to never talk to me again," I said stiffly.

"I know but I didn't do it you just have to hear me out I swear I didn't do it you have to believe me," Craig pleaded.

"Well I don't,"

"Well will you be there for my trail?"

"The only thing I'll be there for is to smile in glee as you get executed," I said darkly slamming the phone down.

"Don't you think you're blowing this whole thing out of proportion?" I heard Dad ask, I hadn't even noticed he was sitting on the chair reading the newspaper.

"He killed him Dad, it's not exactly something that's forgivable," I said.

"Are you sure it's him?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well they may be wrong, the police aren't always right you know,"

"I am one hundred percent certain that it's him," I said.

"Well okay though but don't let this ruin your life,"

"My life was ruined the day I lost him," I whispered more to myself than to Dad.

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"What nerve Craig has calling me again to beg me to forgive him again and to tell them same lies to me over and over again," I muttered angrily into my pillow. I could feel my hate for him burning up inside me, devouring my soul into a great inferno and if I was a cold hearted killer like him, I'd kill him in the worst possible way. I'd make him beg and plead for his life while I watched him suffer, but no I'm not a cold hearted killer like him.

"Clyde some girl is here for you!" Dad called from downstairs. I sighed and went downstairs, I was surprised to see my ex Bebe there.

"Hey Clyde," She said.

"Hi Bebe," I muttered.

"Want to go the pond with me?" She asked sweetly.

"I don't know," I replied looking down.

"Come on, it will be like a date," She said smiling.

"Bebe, I just lost the love of my life I'm not ready to go on a date yet,"

"Please," She said pressing closely against me.

"Fine, let me go grab some stuff I'll be right back," I said. I went into my room and pulled my switch blade out from under my mattress, I flipped it out and glazed at the gleaming silver blade, I wasn't going to ever move on but Bebe couldn't understand that so there was only one thing I could do. I guess I am a cold hearted murderer even if I haven't done it yet.

"Okay let's go," I said walking back down to Bebe. When we got to the pond Bebe immediately got onto the ice.

"Aren't you going to skate?" She asked. I shook my head.

"Oh well suit yourself then," She said taking off on the ice. As I watched her skate I kept picturing myself stabbing her in the heart over and over again.

"Bebe I want to show you something!" I called. She immediately skated over to me.

"What is it?" She asked. I waited until she got herself together and then I led her out into the woods.

"I'm sorry Bebe," I said pushing her to the ground and holding the knife above her chest.