Tada! I posted an update already! I think the first few chapters will be at Sherwood, and I had to work some characters around that way I could use all my characters I was given, so I hope I did all the characters so far justice. I think there might be two more Sherwood chapters, then Tori will be at Hollywood Arts. I think I might take this story episode by episode and make it an alternate universe kind of thing, I don't know yet. But I promise I'm using everyone's OC and if you don't see yours, s/he is probably at Hollywood Arts so be patient!
I reached my goal of having LESS than eight pages worth of material. If you guys want me to make each chapter longer, let me know. I didn't go as in depth as I could have and I might have rushed things.
That said, I hope you enjoy this! Thank you to all those who read, reviewed, and submitted characters! Please leave another review...
(FF is having some technical difficulties. So, I'm sorry that this didn't show up last night when I posted it)
"Chapter 1 – Mother Murder"
"With some tears on my pillow and this blood on my knife, whose blood could this be? Is it yours or is it mine? I'm only evil when I need to be, but you did this so easily." – Hollywood Undead
Sherwood wasn't the best of schools, but it wasn't the worst. I guess if I went to another school, I could probably say whether or not it was good or bad. My sister used to go here, but she wasn't well liked and everyone made her life a living nightmare. I honestly don't blame them, though; she's a pain in the ass. She left Sherwood and started going to this fancy art school when I was halfway through my freshman year. I don't know how she got there though; she has no talent whatsoever. A deaf mute can sing, act, dance, and play an instrument better than she can.
But this isn't about her.
Wait, I guess it somewhat is. Because of Katrina Marie Vega, I've been blacklisted at Sherwood. Everyone hates me and the popular kids go out of their way to treat me like crap.
As if Stevie's death didn't blacklist me bad enough…
I could get rid of them if I wanted, but my mom wouldn't like that. And, I guess I Sherwood isn't so bad that I have to resort to drastic measures. I have two best friends and a cousin here; they all keep me grounded. But Henry Knight (who everyone calls Harry for some reason), he doesn't act like he's my best friend. Harry's seventeen, six foot even, reckless, and 180 pounds of black and spikey haired bad boy. Because of his rep, he won't be seen with me in school.
When I first met him, he was a sophomore and I was a freshman. He didn't want to talk to me at first, but I was having trouble finding my classes since Trina decided to ditch me when she promised she'd help me. He felt sorry for me so he helped me find my classes. We grew closer after that but he made me promise I wouldn't try to talk to him in school because he didn't want to seem like a softy. Under all his black jeans and leather, he's actually a real softy.
He'll kill anyone who tries to point that out though…
That doesn't bother me though because I've got my other best friend, Anora Park, to hang around with in school. She's pretty cool; she's half Korean, but she's got sea blue eyes with straight black hair filled with platinum blonde and blue streaks. She's probably an inch or two taller than me and she's got this cool birthmark on her hand that looks like a hibiscus thingy. She even took me with her to get matching butterfly tattoos on our hips for our sixteenth birthdays because we're so cool we have the same birthday!
You can't see her tattoo though because she always where loose clothes. I think she's self-conscious about the killer curvy body she's got. It's either that or the fact that she's a bit of a tomboy. (She used to get in fights all the time and she's a certified black belt in martial arts.)
She's also talented unlike my sister. She can play violin and she plays it regularly at this little café we like to go to. Only I know this, but Annie can sing really well. If anything, she's a child of music. I love her to death!
Though Harry won't be caught dead with me in school, both of my friends are there for me when I need them and they keep me from going insane.
Neither one of them know about my curse.
~*There's blood on my hands*~
I sigh as I walk up the steps.
I hate this place more than anything. But I have to stay here; I'm not talented like my sister. I could never sing in front of anyone anyway; I get too nervous.
As soon as I get to my locker, someone pushes me to the ground—causing me to spill my books out of my book bag—and laughs loudly.
I know that laugh anywhere…
"Watch where you're going Ick-toria," Mirabella Clemente cackles. I look up to see her smirking down at me with daunting eyes as she twirls a lock of her obviously dyed hair (as well as her PlayBoy panties beneath her ridiculously short skirt). I think I see a bit of the Ginger seeping out from all that monstrous hair dye. That would explain why she doesn't have a soul.
Her trusty sidekick, Dawn Mason, laughs with her then blows a giant bubble with her signature WinterFresh gum. It pops loudly and she smirks at me as well. "I didn't know you were helping the janitor clean the floors with your face!" she exclaims with wide, mocking eyes. She and Mira (mostly Mira) started this rumor that, because Trina had left Sherwood to go to her new school, our family was poor and I had to take a part-time job helping the janitor clean the school just so we could put Trina through her fancy pants art school.
By now a crowd has formed and everyone's laughing at her comment. For a sidekick, she really does talk a lot. She pops another insanely loud bubble and twiddles her fingers at me as Jason Harper, the star football player everyone commonly refers to as 'JP,' walks over and wraps his arm around Mirabella's shoulders.
"Stop wasting your time with the trash," he suggests, kissing her cheek softly. Mira smirks dominantly with her eyes closed as he does so and she kisses him gently on the lips before looking back to me with those daunting eyes of hers. "Have fun cleaning, Loser," Mira spits as she turns with JP to walk away, Dawn right behind the two with her unnecessarily long, black hair billowing around her like a dark veil. JP looks back at me as I'm regaining my composure with a somewhat sad expression.
I ignore him.
It's his damn fault I'm the center of Mira's torture.
Apparently, JP can't keep his stupid mouth shut and he told one of the other football players he thought I was hot when I was a freshman. Word got around to Mira and she became insane with jealousy and made it her mission to make my life a living hell just so she could keep her shaggy blonde-haired, blue-eyed, womanizing football captain that was more than likely going to forget about her when he went off to college (on a football scholarship of course; you'd have to be stupid to date Mirabella Clemente even if she's captain of the cheerleading squad).
I know I sound vain, but it's true.
Anyway, I scramble to pick up my books so I can exchange them for the ones I need when a slender hand grabs the English binder I was about to reach for and holds it in front of my face. I see little blonde curls spiraling out from the book and I instantly know who it is.
"Why do you let them treat you like that?" Olivia Malcolm, my cousin on my mother's side, asks as she hands me my binder. I sigh and shove it into my locker between my History and Science binders.
"I don't let them," I insist, grabbing my Math binder. I grab my lyric notebook and slam the locker shut before facing Livy. "It's not like I can make them stop."
Livy smirks and crosses her arms. She stands an inch taller than me, but she looks me in the eyes. "You know you can," she reminds me. Her deep blue eyes sparkle devilishly as she says so. Olivia's got the curse too. The only difference between me and her (other than the fact that she's all white and her curly blonde hair is always falling in her blue eyes) is that she's reckless with her curse; she uses it to get whatever—or whoever—she wants.
My mother says if you let your 'gift' get out of hand, you lose who you used to be and your curse consumes you until something catastrophic happens.
As if causing death isn't catastrophic enough…
I narrow my eyes at her. "Don't you ever suggest that again," I spit. "You know what we are can get out of hand in the blink of an eye." Livy scoffs. "You're such a prude, Tori," she tells me. She starts twirling one of her blonde curls and she smirks at me, her eyes suggestively going from me to behind me. "Normie at six," she announces as she turns on the balls of her feet and briskly walks away.
I turn around and Anora bumps into me. I make sure I hold my books tightly so they don't fall and she smiles at me. Her hair is up in a pony-tail and she wears a headband with a large white butterfly glued on it. She's got her skater shoes on again and her board's in hand. She's wearing her signature baggy blue shirt and loose black jeans. The headband doesn't go with her outfit.
"Sup Chickie Bee?"
I laugh softly and start walking the way she was going before she bumped into me. First period Pre-Calculus, here I come!
"The usual," I retort as Annie skates on her board beside me. By now, the teachers have just stopped caring and don't bother to tell her not to ride in school anymore. She wouldn't listen anyway.
"Queen Bee and Super Sidekick attack you yet?" she questions as she runs her fingers over the ridges of the lockers that slowly fly by. I sigh and nod. "When will high school end already?" I cry softly. Hopefully I'll make it through these last two years without killing someone. Thank God or whoever I'm a junior!
"Haven't you heard?" Annie inquires with a wide grin. She propels herself faster on her skateboard, leaving me behind. "High school never ends!" she shouts. Her voice radiates through the hall, as well as harsh comments from the other students that she ignores. If she didn't ignore them, she'd be on her way to the principal's office right now.
I sigh and head to class.
~*There's blood on my hands*~
As I'm trying to get through Pre-Calculus, I give up on focusing because Math is utterly boring. I decide to write in my songbook to pass the time. I try to think of my own songs to write, but I end up writing down lyrics to Fuck Like a Star by Porcelain Black, the worst possible song you can be writing about in school.
The next thing I know, someone throws a wad of paper at me. I turn around to see Dawn smiling 'innocently' at me and twiddling her fingers again. I roll my eyes and turn back around to find my song book isn't on my desk…
Laughter fills the classroom and I look two seats to my left to see Mira holding my songbook and grinning darkly at it.
"What's so funny, Miss Clemente?" the teacher, Ms. Williams, questions angrily. She walks up to Mira, her heels clicking loudly on the linoleum floor, and she snatches my songbook from Mira.
Crap!
Ms. Williams reads the book to herself and her face hardens as she reads the profanity in my songbook. I lower my head and slip my fingers in between my scalp and hair on the sides of my head. I just had to write down the beginning didn't I?
"If there's an effing problem with the effing S in this effing song," she reads, thankfully blocking out the profanity, "We can effing edit it out for the effing GD radio. Effing GD C Aye M-effing Bee Aye Eff face?" The class bursts out laughing and Mira pretends to try and hide the dominating smirk on her face. "What is the meaning of this?" Ms. Williams demands.
Mira chuckles lightly. "That's Ick-toria's book," she tattles. "And you forgot the part about her wanting everyone to suck her big black dick and wanting to see a chick's ass clap." Everyone in the classroom gasps and I feel an embarrassed blush rage across my face as I put my forehead to the desk.
"Victoria Vega!" Ms. Williams shouts. "Take this filth to the principal's office, now!"
I groan inwardly and slowly climb out of my chair after gathering my things, keeping my head down and not trying to look at anyone. The room is deathly quiet as I take my walk of shame to Ms. Williams and my songbook.
Just as I'm about to reach her, Mira holds out her freshly waxed leg and Clumsy Me trips over it like an idiot. I fall to the ground and once again spill my things across the floor. The class roars in laughter and I scuttle to retrieve my books, snatching my songbook from Ms. Williams' hand before dashing out of the classroom.
I don't bother looking back.
~*There's blood on my hands*~
Instead of going to the principal's office—because Principal Brandywine won't even notice I'm in his office—I make my way to my car. I toss my things in the backseat and crawl into the driver's seat, resting my head on the steering wheel and trying not to cry. My fingers grip the wheel as I feel the anger seething through me.
I hate Mira and her stupid crew of 'friends.'
I hate her stupid boyfriend for having a stupid crush on me.
I hate my stupid sister for being such a stupid and annoying little cunt and leaving me to up her stupid mess!
Then there's a stupid tapping on my stupid car window. I look up to see stupid JP looking down at me with stupid, sad eyes. "What do you want?" I snarl. He points a finger to his ear and shrugs overdramatically. I roll my eyes and push my car door open, ramming the handle into his crotch. He lets out a pained grunt and falls to his knees.
"What do you want?" I repeat just as vicious.
JP groans again and slowly rises to his feet.
"I heard," he begins in a slightly high-pitched voice. He clears his throat before speaking again. "I heard what Mira did to you in Pre-Cal," he informs me in his normal, deep voice. I roll my eyes again. "And you're here to tell me you're sorry for what she did because you know it embarrassed me and you're trying to make up for it because you have a crush on me?" I guess.
I cross my arms and he looks at me wide-eyed for a moment.
He clears his throat again and rubs his forearms, slouching slightly.
"Well, yeah…"
I scoff. "Save it," I demand. "I don't need pity from a lying, womanizing jock like you." I turn to get back in my car—because I want to drive anywhere as long as it's away from here—when JP grabs me roughly by the arm and pulls me back to him. His lips crash down onto mine and his other hand clamps down on my hip, pulling my body close to his.
I panic for a moment and try to break from the kiss, but his grip is too strong.
So I settle for Plan B because I'm not in the mood for this…
I let JP kiss me, running his hands along my back and moving them down to my ass, and I wait for his lips to part so he can try and shove his tongue down my throat. A moment later, his lips open and I pounce, clamping my teeth down on a small bit of the skin of his bottom lip. A small hissing noise emerges and I feel his aura billowing into my mouth like smoke. I breathe it in and feel my body start to tingle. I feel myself growing stronger, needing more of his life. JP's hands cling to me, but it's out of sheer pleasure (like he's climaxing). He lets out small moans as the rest of his life continues to pour into my mouth.
Not long after, his grip on my ass lightens and his body falls limp in my arms. This time, I push him backwards so he doesn't fall on me like Stevie died so many years ago.
Now to really sell it…
"Somebody, help me!" I shriek.
A few of the kids who'd either been skipping class or had a free period first block run over to my car and either gasp or scream when they see JP's body lying cold and lifeless on the unforgiving pavement.
I cling to the first person who stands beside me and start spewing words a mile a minute. "He came out to bring me back to class and he started holding his chest and then he fell over and I tried to find his pulse but I couldn't and he wasn't breathing and—"
I cut myself off by burying my face into the shoulder of whoever was standing beside me.
They wrap their arm around me, but I don't freak out. "It's okay, Tori," they whisper softly.
Harry!
~*There's blood on my hands*~
The paramedics arrive minutes later and they rush JP to the hospital in the futile hopes that they can save him. School is let out for the rest of the day (because, let's be honest, the teachers don't want to be there anymore than the students do) and Harry drives me home in my car, Annie and Livy in the backseat bickering about something I don't care about as I rest my head against the cool glass of the passenger's seat window.
I didn't want to kill him…but…I think I want to do it again…
Harry, who's like my big brother, places one hand on my leg and rubs it softly to soothe me. I don't need it, but it still feels comforting.
When I get home, cell phones start blaring with the buzzing vibrations and obscure music as cell phones blow up with juicy gossip about JP.
The doctors say it was a heart attack.