Chapter 20. |Cyanide and Cliques|

Day 18.

I seemed to be the only one in the the entire school that didn't appreciate the coming Halloween or the party that seemed to be the only topic everyone was discussing.

How could I? I was dying! Azazel was going to kill me on that night, it seemed less and less ludicrous the more the days drew closer and the ink changed on my skin.

So when Dolly Pearson, a snowy white blonde from the planning committee shoved the flier at my face on my way to lunch asking me to sign up to help them, I politely told her to get the flying fuck away. I was stressed out and agitated, I had only thirteen days left, I wasn't any closer to getting Blake to say those words, someone knew my secret and seemed to think some kind of mythical Bible was the solution to my problems and there was also the nagging fact that the Devil seemed to have abandoned me completely.

I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad