I resist the urge to scoff. What are the chances that he randomly assigns me the word psychopath, and then randomly pairs me with Lucas? No chances. I don’t believe him. I lift my head and glance around the room. Lucas and Mason are already sitting together, and when I see Lucas glaring at me, a vicious smirk on his face, a sudden wave of defeat fills me. I’m never going to survive this. Not if it’s him. “Today, Ariella.” Mr. Williams snaps at me when I don’t get up from my seat. I sigh and heave myself up. I reluctantly walk over and slump in the seat left open for me, twisting around to face them.Mason isn't really a menace on my radar. He's never talked to me, before or after the mass murder. At least, there's that. But then, who knows if he'll end up joining Lucas in my torment."Where should we work on the project?" I ask, my voice small.The two boys sneer at me, and I flinch.“I’m not going to your place to work on this shit. I don’t wanna die,” Mason spits, hand scratching

I slip my backpack on and make my way to the school entrance. The moment I step outside, I notice Henry and Kensey sitting on the steps. When they see me, they stand up and face me.My instinct is to take a step back. What do they want from me now? And what exactly do they have planned? I glance around, my hands growing clammy. I have to escape. “Took you long enough.” Kensey smiles. “How was therapy?” Her approach is casual, like we've been friends for years. I look them both up and down, noticing their lack of eggs or paint. My shoulders start to relax. Okay, so far I'm okay. "I don't think you care,” I answer.“You’re right, we don't,” Henry snarls. He brings his thumb and pointer finger to his lips and whistles. The pitch is loud, and for a second makes my ears ring.Lucas appears from behind a black 1987 Mercedes, a giant duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. He walks over, and I continue to stand there like a fucking dumbass. Why the hell couldn't I move? Is it paint again? I

Ivy isn't lying when she said her gym clothes will be tight on me. Having a slightly thicker build than she does, her clothes hug me tight. Her gym shorts stop above mid thigh and I'm surprised I don't have a camel toe. The white t-shirt is skin tight, making my breasts look bigger than they are. I almost ask her if she has a sweater to hide my figure, but I think she's helped out enough. I don't want to seem ungrateful. Working up the courage, I step out of the girls’ locker room. I find her leaning against the wall, phone in her hands. Seeing me she pushes off it and takes me in with a smirk."It's not too tight is it?" she asks, an eyebrow raising."Umm, it's better than pig blood drenched clothes." I smile sheepishly, shoulders shrugging.She sighs, "True. Come on. I'll take you home." She turns and leads the way with me following behind her.It's quiet as we walk, and I don't mind as I think about the previous events. By tomorrow everyone in school will have that video of me be

I am good. I followed the rules, always did my best, and yet one bad thing after another happens to me. And yet my father, a bad man, is alive while nearly half a dozen people lay six feet beneath the earth for being good.How does this make any sense? How is this God's will? Why does God punish the good?Fuck God’s will. Fuck God in general.Didn't I make it clear that I don't want to hear from him anymore? That I want nothing to do with him, or anything remotely related to him?"What are you going to do with it?" Grandma asks softly. She leans against my dresser, chewing on her inner cheek."I don't know," my voice cracks. I tilt my head back to look at her. "Did he send you one too?"Her lips pinch together with a shake of her head.After she leaves, I end up staring at it longer than I wanted to. I curse when a tear falls down my cheek. I hastily wipe it away and scoff. Out of everyone, he doesn't deserve any tears. Yet despite my thoughts, they continue to fall. I open my side

"How about a game?" He asks when I don't say anything, eyes still glued to the dildo wearing unicorn. Only when he's out of sight do I turn my attention back to Kingston. "Huh?" "Wanna play a game?" He chuckles, hand reaching up to tuck a strand of brown hair behind my ear. I suck in a breath when his warm fingers graze my cheek."I don't want to end up with a dildo on my forehead." I giggle with a shake of my head. His green eyes light up at the idea. Fuck, he's so beautiful, it's unfair. "As entertaining as that sounds, we don't have to play dare.""No?" I ask with furrowed brows. "What kind of game then?" I force myself to look away. I find myself staring at two guys making out on the other side of the room. My eyebrows raise in surprise. Being part of the LGBTQ+ community is a huge no-no in Bethany. My eyes dart to Kingston in question. When he sees what I was staring at, he laughs."Never seen two dudes make out before?" He asks, voice curious. I shake my head, eyes darting ba