Page 9 of Dead Valentine

I can’t help but roll my eyes, reading his message. So fucking pathetic.

ME: Oh, this will be good. Please do. He’ll tell you to stop being such a pussy and man up, you sniveling weasel.

Starting to put my phone in my pocket, it vibrates again. I take a deep breath and try to rein in my anger.

PATHETIC BASTARD: All I’ve ever done is try to be a brother to you. Every step of the way, you have torn me down. You treat me as if I’m beneath you. I am not beneath you, Corbin. The same blood runs through our veins. We were both accepted into this school. You are not better than me!

I grit my teeth and smash the keys of my flip phone.

ME: All you are, all you have ever been is the mistress’ child. You are MY father’s bastard. Do you believe you got into this school based on your intelligence and merit? No! You are nothing more than a charity case. Father PAID them to let you into this school. You are here to no longer be his problem, I’m sure in the hopes that you will become one of the nameless who disappear. You will never amount to anything more than the byproduct of one night with a whore.

PATHETIC BASTARD: You will regret this. You are dead to me. I will end you.

I smirk at his attempt to intimidate me and pocket my phone. Fucking loser. I pick up my pen and get back to my drawing. The professor drones on in the background and I refuse tolisten. At this point, I think I could teach the class better than him. If you can’t get even your most passionate students to listen, then you’re clearly doing something wrong.

5

Walking back to my dorm after my last class, I find my hamper with my dry-cleaned uniform. Pulling my key out, I unlock the door and open it, grabbing my hamper before walking in. I kick the door shut behind me and lock it before bringing my hamper to the closet. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I put it down on my desk and shed my uniform. I change into loungewear and grab my polishing kit.

Laying out the cloth on my desk, I place my dress shoes on top. Taking a seat, I start to open the jar of polish when my phone vibrates and bounces around on the hard surface. I clench my jaw, prepared for the aggravation I know will come. Flipping my phone open with a little more force than necessary, I click on the message. I lift a brow seeing the name on my phone. When the fuck did I add her number? Interesting.

CARA: Corbin, I really need you to meet me in the gazebo. Colson is here and he’s saying really weird things. I told him I don’t believe him, but he won’t leave. Please help me.

I roll my eyes at Colson’s attempt to fuck with me. Fucking idiot. Does he really think this bitch is my girlfriend? Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh and jab at the keys, responding. I honestly don’t give a shit about helping this bitch, but I just can’t pass up an opportunity to put Colson in his place.

ME: Of course, sweetheart. I’ll be right there.

CARA: Thank you, Corbin <3

Grabbing my tennis shoes, I sit on my bed and put them on. I slide on my down coat and zip it up before heading out and locking the door. My fogged breath billows around me the moment I step outside. Walking towards the gazebo, I bring my hands to my mouth and blow into them. Warming them the best I can, I rub them together and shove them in my pockets. Once I step onto the grass, the snow crunches beneath me with every step. The snow fell quicker than I expected and I realize too late I should’ve put boots on instead.

Stepping onto the concrete path to the gazebo, I almost slip on the ice and catch myself after an embarrassing dance to keep from falling. I huff in annoyance and adjust my coat, walking into the gazebo. The sound of muffled shouts captures my attention and I look up. My cock twitches in delight at where this night could lead.

Cara shouts behind a gag and tears stream down her face. She claws desperately at the noose around her neck. Colson’s hairis disheveled and sweat pours from his temples as he smirks at me. He holds her legs in place on the stepping stool.

“Nothing to say, Corbin?”

“If you plan to keep killing once you leave this school, you should probably work on your skills. Or lack thereof.”

His smirk falters, twitching at the corner of his lips as he scrunches his brows. “What’s that supposed to mean? This is perfect. I did everything right,” he pouts.

“Seeing as we’re at a school where death seems to be swept under the rug, yeah, sure. But look at her. She’s clawing at the noose. And yes, some suicide victims will do this when they realize they no longer want to die, but not to that extent. And her marks most certainly wouldn’t look like that with a noose strangling her.” I can’t help but laugh at his stupidity. “Sloppy. Does Emersyn have to wipe your ass for you as well? Are you really this incompetent, Colson?” His face turns red in anger, a vein protruding from his forehead. “Uh oh, someone is about to have a tantrum.”

Cara continues to shout behind her gag, and I spare her a glance. “Cara, sweetheart? Please shut the fuck up. All that shouting is doing absolutely nothing.”

Her eyes widen and she whimpers. I tilt my head, smiling. “What? Did you think I’d be your knight in shining armor? Oh, you stupid bitch. If only you could remember the things I did to you last night. You would realize, if I’m any kind of knight, it’s a knight from hell. Only Satan’s minions could do to you what I did.”

She sobs behind her gag, tears cascading down her cheeks. The fresh tears start to melt the tracks of tears that have already frozen on her face.

“What the fuck?” Colson mutters.

I look in his direction, while his eyes ping-pong between me and Cara. “Y-you’re supposed to be upset about this. That I’m doing this to your girlfriend. What the fuck, Corbin?” He steps away from holding her legs and paces, pulling his hair. “This isn’t how this was supposed to go. Why? Why does nothing go the way it’s supposed to?”

“Because you’re too fucking stupid to make a fucking plan and follow through. You don’t fucking think, Colson. You just react. And that’s what will fuck you over every time. If you had thought this through, maybe fucking paid attention, you would realize that this bitch is definitely not my girlfriend. And I sure as shit don’t give a fuck about her or what happens to her. You were too caught up in your anger to even put this shit together properly.”

He’s trembling in anger and stares at me, his hair sticking up like a hedgehog. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You always do this. You always talk down to me. I’m not less than, Corbin. I’m not!”

He sniffles and swipes away tears with his forearm. I curl my lip in disgust at how pathetic he is. “Jesus, get yourself together. Are you going to finish what you started or just sit there sniveling like a baby?”

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