.you don't have to call me// kaitlin {clue}
Aug 18, 2020 17:34:44 GMT -5
Post by charade on Aug 18, 2020 17:34:44 GMT -5
cleo.
"Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams"
The first day of school was supposed to be the day she made a splash. Walked in with a brand-new outfit, caught people up on everything she did over the summer that they could only wish they’d done, and most importantly, set the tone for the rest of the school year. But Principal Morrigan was setting the tone for them, a bleak and depressing atmosphere.
Okay, so there was maybe a psycho on the loose. Probably some morphling junkie with a machete. Big whoop. Frankie’s murder was a little harder to explain, but personally, she thought Frankie had chopped Scarlet up for ruining his party and then killed himself. It was pretty obvious once you thought about it.
God, she was so smart.
But it was disgusting, to think that there had been bloody body parts all over campus. The janitorial staff had better have bleached everything twice and replaced all of the floorboards.
If she found a finger somewhere she was going to scream.
Cleo yawned, looking back at Maverick as the principal started droning about sports and after-school clubs. He looked about as bored as she felt, and was almost as attractive looking bored as she was too. The fact of the matter was that she knew he was desirable. Many students wanted a piece of him, so by default, she wanted some too. Unfortunately, they said, he was rumored to already be dating someone new.
That was fine with her. She had no intention of dating him. She didn’t need to be in a relationship with him to get some use out of his body. She bit her lip, imagining that jawline nestled in the crook of her neck. She had to one-up Clara somehow. An assistant coach. Honestly. Oh well. If Maverick was off the table, there were plenty of other fish in the sea.
And Cleo had enough hooks for all of them.
She pouted. At the very least, just being seen talking to him would get a little buzz going among the hanger-ons. She leaned towards him, pleased that he had wound up sitting by her.
“This is stupid. You think other schools hold lame assemblies when a student gets reaped?” She tossed her hair to the side to get a better look at him. “Who’s going to go cry to the counselor? It’s not like Scarlet had any friends.”
Frankie on the other hand—
He had friends, sure. However, she hadn’t ever bothered to get to know him, even though she’d attended all of his parties. They’d been great.
Especially the last one.
“Wouldn’t you agree Mav?”