Bury a friend

“This is your counselor, Mrs. Adams.”

Even she flinched and looked away. I hated them all. I hated my parents for sending me away to stupid criminal school, even if I had done what I’d done. I hated the headmistress. The kid who was going to be assigned to show me around. This stupid school was built for kids who had serious problems. Most them were gang bosses, abusive siblings, kids who had hosted big heists. But none of them were anything like me. None of them had killed someone.

They thought it was an accident. That was the only reason they didn’t lock me up forever. But it wasn’t. He’d deserved it. Every minute. It wasn’t a quick death either. So instead, to get me out of the way, they sent me a million miles away from anywhere, to a school for kid criminals who were being “reformed”.

After Mrs. Brant showed me my counselor, she told me my “escort” would be waiting for me outside. She said she’d be back in a moment to take me. I was to stay in her office, sitting still, not to look out the window or touch anything until she got back. I couldn’t help it. The room was silent enough to start to let me think. So I leaned over and lifted the curtain to see if I could see my escort from the window. Oh no. It was a boy. I hoped that wasn’t him. I didn’t like males. Especially after everything. 
“What are you doing?!” Mrs. Brant snapped, suddenly appearing behind me. I jumped back from the window.

“Nothing.”

Her face suddenly became scared. Even the teachers were scared. Ha. “Well, please c-come with me.”

I followed her dutifully downstairs. I needed to be good if I wanted to get off when I was eighteen. Everyone scattered when they saw us coming through. They looked terrified. Maybe I would like it here.

I was wrong. As soon as we went through the door at the end of the school, I wanted to scream. I wanted to kill him. My escort had dark hair and green eyes. Maybe it was me, but he looked so similar to the kid I had killed.

“No.” I said, shoving Mrs. Brant’s arm off me. “I’ll find my own way around.” I turned and ran back into the school. I wondered what they had promised him to make him get within five feet of me. The next couple of weeks proved my bribe idea. Nobody would get close to me. As soon as I entered the cafeteria, everyone had something else to do. A boy named Jamie did my homework. A girl named Sarah made sure my favorite lunch was always on the cafeteria menu. They were both seemed popular, and I’d tried to talk to them the first day of school. I asked their names, and they automatically promised to do the previous listed things for me if I stayed far away from them. Ha. Well, my grades rocketed. I was eating well. It was nice to be scary. Everyone ran. But then he happened. The escort I had ran from earlier. He showed up when I was eating lunch and plopped down next to me. I hadn’t had anyone get within a ten foot radius for almost a month. I stilled my angry feelings. Why wasn’t he running?

“Name’s Jackson.” He told me, sticking out his hand. I hadn’t touched anyone since I killed him. But I wanted him to run. I gripped is hand so tight I could see it turning red.

“Serenity.”

“Wow. Beautiful name. Almost as beautiful as you.”

Was he… flirting with me? I flashed my sharp teeth. I’d pretend to let him in.

“Do you want to go to the dance with me?” He asked. I wasn’t expecting that. There was a dance coming up. It would basically be the cafeteria cleared out and classical music, with our normal dinners nothing special besides the music. It was more of a break for the teachers than the students. Why don’t you run? Why don’t you run? I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to see past the fake front that was usually so easy to spot. He just grinned in reply.

“I… will.”
His smile grew wider. “That’s great! I’ll see you there.”
I give him a toothless smile that doesn’t reach my eyes. “You certainly will.”

The cafeteria was filled with icy silence as soon as I stepped inside. I wore a black dress made from veils that just cut above my leg on one side. It swooped across arms, leaving one shoulder bare. Underneath, I wore a shimmering gold dress that was loose fitting. My heels were snakeskin, only black and gold scales ran across them instead of the original green. Thin, translucent lace gloves covered my lower arms. My hair hung free except for a glittering gold and diamond tiara that was carefully balanced on the ebony swish. My face had some makeup, something I rarely wore. Blood red lipstick, thick gold eyeliner and eyeshadow, even thicker mascara. In short, I knew I was beautiful. And my message was sent well across. 
“You can clap.” I told them, as smirk well placed on my blood colored lips. They did. Not only did they clap till my own hands hurt, they cleared a path, like a walkway for a model. I started down the path, but then I saw Jackson standing at the end of the path, smiling and holding out his hands to me. I couldn’t let them see me hesitate. I continued as if nothing had happened. When I reached him, I let him take my arm.

“You’re gorgeous.” He gasped.

“I know.” I told him, making sure the words fell out of my mouth with honey and ice. He handed me a single rose, red with golden rims. How had he known what I was going to wear? I snapped the stem off and tucked in my hair, then tied the thorny stem around his wrist with a sweet smile. I could feel all the eyes on us, including the teachers. They were leaning forward in their seats. I could see the thorns breaking into his skin, but he didn’t break a sweat. The blood running down his wrist somehow made me feel better.

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