There is a big assembly at the gym since after two months of peace and silence, the Porcelain Doll Killer stroke again. This time, the body was found in the chemistry lab by a group of unaware students. Most of all, the lifeless human doll was one of them, one of the students, Evelyn Dermot. She was known as one of the popular girls, a senior, an aspiring prom queen. Who would want to kill someone with such a flawless record?
This was the year. The one and the only chance to earn the crown every girl yearned for the most. Of course, not everyone had the chance and wanting it was simply not enough. There were only two kinds of people, obviously. The ones born to be the royalty…and the others. And Ashlynn Davenport belonged to the first group, of course.
The redhead dedicated her whole high school career to get to this point and she knew it was here. Being on top of the social ladder came naturally with who she was. Everyone was at least familiar with the name Davenport and what it meant. But Ash was very much aware it was not going to be enough. She simply needed more edge. And what could give her more edge than showing everyone the talent sleeping inside her small body? Getting on the cheer squad was easy, she was a dancer, had the moves and was not afraid to go for even the freaky tricks no one ever dared to attempt. That made her different from the rest. And once a member, the way up was the only way. No one wondered when Ash made the youngest cheer squad captain in history of school. She was right up there with the most important people at school. Just as she deserved. And this year, these several months ahead of her, were going to be marked by the heaviest, the most pompous and the most luxurious campaign Easthaven Point High had ever seen. Because Ash Davenport was going to become the senior prom queen. Even if it was the last thing she did.
There was only one last real obstacle in her way that she needed to tackle. Evelyn Dermot. She was the greatest competition for the cheerleader and was currently in the lead because she managed to throw the ‘Goodbye Summer Party’ before Ash. Everyone was there. Even the total losers. And Ash knew better that to throw a party right after her. That was nothing if not desperate. She needed the right moment and the plans were already being spun in that pretty head of hers. Halloween was getting closer and closer now and that was going to be her time. The witch hour. Something that would definitely put Evelyn Dermot six feet under. At least in the prom queen race.
That day was like any other. Just your usual day at school, classes were in full run and everyone was already stressing over pop quizzes and the compulsory literature. Ash was strutting down the hallway, the tresses of her red hair framing her face and falling on her shoulders, her cheer skirt softly bumping into her back thighs as she walked and every step was a silent thud of the soft sole of her shoes. She knew exactly where she was walking and what her goal was, just like always, a woman on a mission. The pair of hazel brown eyes was scanning the crowd, searching for that one head of messy hair and glasses decorated face of a person who was supposed to bring her the essay on battles of the American Civil War. Ash desperately needed an A from the History class at this point, even though it was still September.
“Freddyyyy! Yoo-hoo!” she waved at the resident nerd, putting her sweet fake wide smile on. Throwing her hips this way and that, she walked to the boy who was entering the chemistry lab and was ready to demand what was hers. Ash crossed the threshold of the room and realized the sudden deadly silence was only marked by a few silent gasps and whispers. Narrowing her eyes, she looked around the lab only to feel her heart skip one or two beats. There she was, unhealthily pale, lying on the counter in the front, halo of brown hair spread around her head in perfect locks, eyes wide open, lips parted, the Victorian gown hugging her body just as she was hugging the porcelain doll in her hands. The very copy of the human look alike. The human look alike with face of Evelyn Dermot.
“You, freaks, think this is funny?” Ash shrieked, turning to Freddy and hitting his arm a few times with the set of notebooks in her hands. “You, people, are so weird! How could you even think that copying…!” The words died in her throat when she realized everyone was as shocked as her. Casting one more look at the table and the lifeless body on top of it, the true realization creeped up her spine and Ash knew what she was looking at. Her ruby red-painted lips parted as she dropped everything in her hands and a loud, almost deafening scream left her lips, almost like a fire alarm. Ear-piercing, strong and rather awakening.
“But you promised, doll.” A sweet voice of a mal drawled through the air as Romeo’s hand went up, brushing a strand of dark chocolate hair away from the girl’s face. “You said you’ll go with me in the afternoon so what’s changed now?” he asked as the girl shivered under the touch of the school prince. “I just…I don’t know, Rome. I don’t want to be just another conquest for you. Like…I mean…I’m serious about us…”
Romeo Hawthorn suppressed the eye roll for at least the sixth time and took a slow deep breath in. He had been working on this girl for two days now and she was on again and off again, yes and no, hot and cold, it was honestly very tiring and Rome was becoming bored. “Darling, I’m serious about us too. Come on, let me just take you to see the Hawthorne Mansion, I’ll give you a nice tour, we can have a little glass of something good from my father’s liquor cabinet and if you feel like it, we can have a nice swim in the pool, hm?” he asked, resting his hand on her hip, giving it a little squeeze, which also pulled her closer to him. “Just that…no pressure, Hannah.” he added in half-whispers as he leaned closer. “But…my name’s Heather…” she stuttered confusedly and looked at the lover boy with her head tilted.
With a long sigh, Romeo let her go and grabbed his bag. He turned on his heel and with a smug smirk on his face, he was about to leave. “Where are you going?” the girl called after him but he just lifted his hand and waved her, not even looking back at her anymore. “Have a great day, Hester.” he chuckled and turned the corner to walk inside the school building. If she didn’t want to keep him company, he could definitely find himself another Helen who would be thrilled to have a swim in his pool. Whatever that may mean.
Romeo was not the type of guy to beg. Quite the contrary, girls usually came begging to him. He could provide fun, party favors, good time, you name it. And if he couldn’t, he had means to make it happen anyway. Usually, the name Hawthorn was enough to set things in motion but adding a few pieces of greens didn’t hurt either. This was his last year at Easthaven Point High School and he couldn’t wait to leave this place. Last summer was rather hectic. His father shipped him off to Switzerland for a rehab but it was safe to say it didn’t help. Rehab works for someone who actually wants or needs to change. Rome simply wanted to remain the same guy he was and fought all attempts to make him an upstanding citizen. In secret, of course. After all, he needed to get out from there just in time for the senior year so he pretended to get better. Apparently, he did an amazing job as it fooled not only the nurses and doctors but also his father. And here he was now, back in his world.
Entering the school, he could already see something was up. People were running around frantically and whispering in shock and awe. Something was going on and Rome needed to know what it was. While everyone was running away from where the chem lab was, Romeo was making his way to it. It seemed to be the source of this mayhem and there was no way he was going to pass on the school drama.
“What’s up? Who died?” he asked, patting Blake on the back. Seeing that his best bro was close enough to know, Rome threw his insensitive question out there, not knowing how close to the truth he actually was. A few girls turned around, shooting him outraged looks but he just looked at them, mouthing a silent ‘what’. “But no, seriously, what’s happening, B?”
"I'll see you at lunch? I've got a project to work on at the chem lab."
Odette gave him a nod and the two parted ways amidst Easthaven Point High's bustling hallways. Freddy and Odette have been going to school together since they were forced to hangout on his front lawn when they were kids. But now they were older, they hung out together in their own volition; spending most of their summer together, occasionally with Kallie and/ or Tay if they were free. It was nice having a couple of friends to be around, being a guy like Freddy McCoy kinda made you a target for bullying and basically being isolated from the rest of the school population. People found him a bit weird, which was manageable when he was in gradeschool, "You're just unique!" and all the usual parental support junk but he was in highschool now and being "unique" didn't feel much of a compliment anymore. More so a back-handed comment that Freddy would force a half-hearted laugh for.
He wouldn't trade in what he has for the world though. Freddy was fully content being the non-athletic loser he was if it meant he could continue being around his best friend, who absolutely despised the people on top of the school's food chain. Although, Odette has just been a little annoyed with him recently when all he could talk about was a cycle between the porcelain doll killer and Easthaven Point's totally real sasquatch, it was to the point where she was even willing to accompany him and Tay to go rock collecting if it would guarantee that he would talk about something else. He guesses that she's been hearing enough about the porcelain doll killer from her father at home, but he just couldn't help it, he's a detective! The pursuit of solving the unsolvable and unmasking the culprit makes Freddy feel an adrenaline rush that even running away from bullies couldn't give him (that is, the idea of solving mysteries and catching bad guys) And although the case has gone a bit cold, Freddy just knew he would find a lead somewhere. It's been on his mind the whole summer. Which admittedly, isn't saying much since he was mostly helping his parents at the publication house if he wasn't out with friends.
The day was going as good as it could get for Freddy McCoy. Avoiding certain people who would normally call him names in the hallways was much easier when he was either in his office or any of his advanced classes but he managed to get by towards the school's chemistry lab. The project he was working on was a bit complicated, but he found himself in an extremely lucky situation that his group members were the type to actually help (Thank you miss Franklin, he'll send her an apple as appreciation during lunch period) one of which being one of his close friends, Kallie. The two have gotten close after he stumbled upon her infamous journal and although he did give in to curiosity and read through it a little bit before returning it to her, after a lot of perfuse apologies and little McCoy charm— which totally exists, the two have been around each other on a regular basis.
It wasn't hard finding the blonde girl in the small group of his other group members outside the chemistry lab, Freddy was rather tall after all and he could probably spot her from a mile away. He started to quickly jog towards the group, with a polite grin growing on his face.
"Sorry for the wait guys, finally managed to get the key from miss Franklin."
He pulled out said key from his jean pocket.
"She kept trying to tell me that the lab shouldn't have been locked, but then I wouldn't have needed to ask for a key if it wasn't locked , right?"
Freddy did find it a bit weird that one of his group mates had to message him to get the key from miss Franklin, she didn't normally lock up the lab if she knew that someone was going to be using it. But then again, her hair was starting to grey so who could really blame her for being a little forgetful? He forgets to lock up the newspaper office all the time after school.
"Let's get this party started, shall we?"
The rest of his group members moved out of the way to allow Freddy to place the key in the slot of the door. With a turn and a little *click!* Freddy quickly fiddled the key out, and placed it back in his pocket. Without even a second thought he swung the door open.
In all the crime documentaries he's watched in his lifetime, all the deep-voiced narrators described the body discovery to be somber. It was like being in the eye of the storm, a thick silence before the ball finally drops and what the eyes see finally is processed by the brain. And that description was exactly what Freddy was feeling. He knows about the porcelain doll killer. Hell, besides the cops, he's probably the most knowledgeable guy in town. But seeing a victim in person, his classmate no less left him completely speechless. Freddy wasn't close to Evelyn Dermot, he doesn't even think that she knew of his existence. She was one of the front runners for prom queen, everyone knew who she was and although the general reputation of girls considered to be popular weren't the best, that didn't justify the morbid scene before him. Dolls were never beautiful in the eyes of Freddy, they were creepy and made his skin crawl; for the killer to make this his signature style, perhaps in a demented way of preserving the young girl's beauty, was insanity. And to think that in small town like Eastpoint Haven, where everyone practically knew everyone made the entire case all the more wrong.
Freddy didn't even realize he was shaking where he stood until a familiar voice snapped him back into reality. Ashlynn. Words could barely even enter his mind as she approached him, only staring at her in sheer terror as he flinched at her whacks.
"I- I didn't- we didn't-"
He stopped trying to explain the situation when it dawned on him that Ash started to get the picture. Her scream pierced his eardrums and made him step away from her more than her previous assault on him with her notebooks. It felt like the world was collapsing, Freddy hates the sound of screams be it from someone in real life or an actress on screen, they made him trigger his fight or flight response most of the time. He grasped his ears trying to block it out the best he could, if they weren't in the situation that they were now he would have force himself to make the offhand suggestion of Ash joining the horror film industry as a scream queen.
He winced. The group panic was overwhelming.
It was no surprise that all this commotion was starting to gather a crowd. Give it 5 minutes tops and the entire town will know about the porcelain killer's latest attack, and in the school no less? Nowhere is starting to feel safe now.
as the sun rose and lit up taylor’s room, a slight yawn escaped the teen’s lips. amber brown eyes fluttered open, lashes hitting her rosy cheeks. rising from her deep sleep, tay looked out into the sunrise as it glazed over her eyes. she slowly got up, an oversized tee hanging over her body as she walked to the bathroom, washed her face, and continued her morning routine. once finished, she once again sat on her bed, sheets and blanket tumbled over the mattress from the night before. she lifted her head and her eyes were now casted toward her nightstand, where her pipe laid flat. she slowly reached for it, a lighter in her flannel shirt that she had picked for school already from this morning, and lit her herbs before slowly drawing in a plume of dark mass into her lungs, before exhaling. smoke danced around her room after she took her final hit, her eyes glossed and jaded before she slowly stood up. now, i’m ready to start the day.
this summer was actually fun for tay. she spent a couple of her days with freddy, as he rambled about conspiracy theories and made her snacks when she had the munchies. the two were pretty good friends, they both had weird hobbies like collecting crystals and rocks, and actually found freddy quite interesting. even though he mostly watched bigfoot documentaries and talked about mysteries, she was cool with it, and usually joined in. she was actually quite fascinated with stuff like that too, and freddy usually brought it out of her. he wasn’t a really popular kid, and taylor wasn’t one to judge, so they were like two peas in a pod all summer, occasionally hanging out with odette as well. odette wasn’t exactly fond of taylor’s decisions, but would occasionally entertain hers and freddy’s rock and crystal collections.
taylor finished her morning with a soft smile before padding to her brother’s door and knocking. “come on loser, we’re gonna be late,” she said loudly, before her brother came to the door.
“couldn’t you be a bit less pushy?” he asked with a hesitant yawn. he then joined her out of his room, and started walking to his car.
“oh stop,” she playfully prodded at her brother, before getting into his car, and as soon as she got in, he burned out of his parent’s driveway.
upon arrival at the school, taylor’s eyes sank a little lower. nothing eye drops won’t fix. she thought before allowing a couple drops of liquid savior into her eyes. before too long, her eyes looked pretty normal. weed mostly just calmed her down, a manic mess would be present at school today if she didn’t have it, unlike the chill, gets along with everyone taylor that her friends had known and loved. she grabbed her book bag, before shouting to her older brother, “i’m gonna go see freddy, he said he had a project or something along those lines today, he must be in the chemistry lab. i’ll see you at lunch or something,” before gently closing his car door. she knew if she had slammed it, she would hear an earful later.
entering the building, she slowly marched her way to the chemistry lab. paranoia never set in for her being high at school, she was pretty used to it and not many teachers actually knew about her doings before school. she heard a smooth voice on her right side as she walked up to the chemistry lab door. a male voice whom she was quite familiar with, one of her brother’s friends. romeo hawthorne, such a tease. the thought echoed in her mind as she allowed a small chuckle to escape her lips. she had only caught a small tidbit of the conversation he was having with another one of her classmates, but it was enough for her to know what was going on. as she reached for the handle of the chemistry lab, she turned it slightly, slowly opening the door. it was a semi lit room, but she spotted the person she was here for “oh hey freddy, what’s-“ she was then cut off by a shriek which could only be one person, ashlynn davenport.
the volume of her voice was enough to make taylor cringe. she didn’t hate ashlynn, she just genuinely didn’t understand why the girl was mean to everyone she came across. and she surely thought it was weird how she only came to freddy when she needed her homework done.
taylor slipped past the two before catching a glimpse on the body on the table. “oh shit, is she dead?!” she said, before a hand quickly grazed her lips. no, tay, she can’t be, you’re imagining things, get out of your fuckin’ head. but then, reality actually set in. a chill went up her spine as her hairs stood up on her neck. tears welled up in her eyes, but no words were spoken again. a shudder slipped past her wide open mouth as she stood there, she felt almost as lifeless as the body that was sprawled out on the table.
School had barely begun and Kallie was already itching for graduation. Maybe it was just because she was ready to be done with this school and its students, or maybe the seventeen year old was just ready to leave town and be out on her own. This was her senior year; she felt ready. Ready to leave Easthaven Point High School, and make a life of her own. College had seemed like such a faraway dream the last few years, but this year would be filled with entrance exams, applications and getting ready. Her mother had unfortunately seemed a little more disinterested lately, and Kallie's stepfather had never been interested in anything more than his golden child, Blake Zabielski. The bane of Kallie's existance since she was twelve years old.
But this year wasn't about Blake. Kallie had her own life and her own friends, and after graduation she would never have to interact with Blake outside of forced family functions again. That thought was enough to fill Kallie with elated thoughts as she got ready for school that morning, humming to herself as she got dressed and ran a brush through her hair. Even though Tara and Wesley had recommended that Blake and Kallie ride to school together, Kallie always refused, and she wasn't the only one. Blake purposefully didn't include her in anything; why would he wait around for her to go to school with him? And besides, Kallie was almost always ready before him, so she'd just climb in her old trusty jeep and leave for school on her own.
Today was no different. She arrived early; Blake's car had still been in the driveway when she left. After stopping at the local convenience store to grab an iced coffee, she finished the drive to school and parked in the back parking lot for students. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, she grabbed her coffee and headed inside, making a pit stop at her locker to grab the books she needed. Once they were tucked safely in her bag, she grabbed the strap again and headed for the chemistry lab, where a small group of people were already gathered outside of. She frowned a little bit when her eyes scanned the group but she didn't see Freddy. Lowering her eyes to the ground, she leaned against the lockers on the outside of the classroom, wondering why no one had gone inside yet.
Her question was answered when she heard a familiar voice, looking over to see Freddy approaching with Miss Franklin's key to the chemistry lab. Brightening immediately, Kallie pushed off of the locker and wove her way through the people to be at the door when he opened it. Not that the others were looking forward to being in the chem lab first thing in the morning, so it wasn't hard for her to do so. "Morning, Freddy." She greeted her friend as he unlocked the door, not even looking in the room as she followed him inside. "So I was thinking about divvying up parts of the project between us and the others, tell me what you-" She didn't get a chance to finish her thought before she caught the look on Freddy's face, and her own eyes traveled in the same direction to see what was up.
A gasp caught in her throat and her iced coffee fell to the ground, the lid popping off and the drink splattering all over her and likely a few others. Her eyes had gone wide as she stared at the posed scene in front of them, recognizing Evelyn Dermot even in death. Kallie didn't even hear Ash Davenport squeal for Freddy, but the redheaded cheerleaders scream snapped Kallie back into reality. Her head whipped in Ash's direction, her eyes narrowing as she winced from the piercing shrillness of the scream. People were already starting to panic, and others were making their way into the classroom now, too. She spotted Taylor and offered the girl a smile, but then another familiar voice broke through her trance and she squeezed her eyes shut just as her step brother pushed through the crowd to see what was going on. "We have to call the police." She snapped after he spoke, opening her eyes to glare at him for a second before she grabbed Freddy's hand. "This is too close for comfort. How..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes drifted back to the dead girl.
Blake was not looking forward to another year at Easthaven Point High, but only because he knew that his time at the top of the food chain could be coming to an end. He'd heard horror stories about college, about how the jocks and the cheerleaders were suddenly having to start over as freshman, and it worried the redheaded male some, but was it going to let it show? Absolutely not. But beyond that, it was another year of getting up early, sitting through classes and pointless assignments that wouldn't do him any good. He planned on getting a full ride scholarship to the local university, or perhaps somewhere farther away if the deal was good enough. He was ready to get his life after high school started, but that didn't mean he was looking forward to waking up at seven am everyday again.
He could hear his stepsister moving around in the hallway and the bathroom, getting ready. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, wishing yet again that his father had never met her mother. Why they fell so deeply in love he'd never know, because before that, it had been just him and his father for quite a long time. Blake missed those times more than anything, but he'd been thirteen when the two adults met and fourteen when she and her daughter, now his stepsister, moved in. Blake should have been used to their presence by now, but the selfish part of him still just wanted them to get out of his space and out of his face. His stepmother was way too invested in his life; she should be worried about Kallista, not him. Leave that to his father.
But even then, Blake didn't want his old man too into his business either. He was considered the golden child, the apple of his father's eye, and if the man knew about Blake's extracurriculars, that would definitely change. Blake planned on keeping the secret of his partying and drug use until he died, and he'd made it clear to Kallie that she better do the same. She'd saved him and his friends more than once. Why, he had no idea, but whatever. Finally hearing her get out of the bathroom, Blake hopped out of bed and headed in there himself to shower and get ready. He was still getting dressed when he heard Kallie's shitty jeep start and she left. He was just a few minutes behind her, but there was no way he was getting in her death trap nor was he giving her a ride.
He got to school after stopping to grab an energy drink, then doubled back and grabbed another one for later. Parking in the back lot, he hung out in the parking lot for a few more minutes before he finally made his way inside, realizing pretty quickly that something was off. With his letterman jacket thrown over his shoulder, he headed down the hall, looking at the worried faces of the other students passing him. What the hell was going on? He heard some whispering about the chemistry lab, and even though he would usually never head that way this early, he decided to make an exception. There was a huge crowd outside of the door, and even with his height, he couldn't see inside the room to see what the hell was going on.
A moment later, he heard a familiar voice and glanced over at Romeo just as the other male clapped a hand on his back. "No idea, dude. But I'm gonna find out." He shrugged, starting to shoulder his way through people to make his way inside, figuring Rome would be right behind him. He spotted Kallie and a few of her friends standing inside the room, and on the way in he'd heard Ash Davenport's scream. "Daaaaamn." He looked over at the dead body of Evelyn Dermot, recognizing her instantly. He stared for a few moments before he heard Kallie talk about calling the police, and turned his attention over to that group. Her next comment had him rolling his eyes, smirking as he looked over at Romeo. "Don't worry, Kall. No one will target a nobody, so you're safe." Not that he wasn't affected by Evelyn's death, because Kallie did have a point. This was way too close for home. "Alright, folks. Nothing to see her. Give the body discoverers a chance to breathe." He started to usher people out of the room, figuring one of them would go alert an authority figure. "Anyone see anything?" He asked once the room was a little less crowded.
a loud bang on the door woke the stagnant teen out of a deep slumber. he had already gotten his school clothes on that day to have a longer sleep. his sister’s voice erupted through the tall, wooden door.
“come on loser, we’re going to be late.”
a very audible groan came from the boy’s mouth as he groggily pushed himself out of bed, rubbing his tired eyes as he headed toward his bedroom door.
“couldn’t you be a little less pushy?” he asked, a somber expression glued to his face, a yawn erupting from the depths of his chest.
“oh stop,” the girl said, playfully.
ryan loves his sister, dearly, almost like a best friend. but sometimes, she just pissed him off.
he followed her to the driveway. he wasn’t too thrilled about going to school, but his parents bought him a new car earlier that summer for a birthday present, and that was good enough for him. the pair of siblings got into his car, and he burned out of his parent’s driveway.
eh, they won’t be too mad about that.
ryan’s summer was borderline the best summer of his life. it’s his senior year, and he’s spending it with his best buds since kindergarten. the trio always got into some messes with each other, had a couple spats during the summer, and then became friends once again after a couple days without speaking. he was more than happy to get into even more trouble this year. the thought was like a burst of electricity as he sped up, before him and his sister knew it, they had arrived.
he stopped the car, and looking at his awaiting passenger, his sister, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. the girl was always stoned out of her mind, and nobody knew past the eye drops that she dripped into the whites of her eyes.
“i’m gonna go see freddy, he said he had a project or something along those lines today, he must be in the chemistry lab. i’ll see you at lunch or something,”
the boy nodded his sister off.
why is she even friends with that guy? isn’t he like… a conspiracy theorist or some bullshit?
the thought made ryan shake his head. he really didn’t know why she was friends with him, but if it made her happy, so be it.
with that thought he got out of his car and made his way to the entrance of the school, where he met his friends.
“ayyy, my boys!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the hallway. before he got to his friends, something was up. worried faces crowded the hallway near the chemistry lab, the place his sister would be.
he shook his head and walked up to the lab, where he saw blake rushing in and pushing through the crowd. following his friend, he pushed through to find a very dead, evelyn dermot laying on the table.
“yo what the fuck happened here?!” a hushed, yet very direct voice erupted from the tall boy. he furrowed his brows to see his sister standing there, and as blitzed as she was, he knew she was frightened.
“tay get your ass out of here,” he said, rushing her out of the room. he stood by his friend, questioning the individuals in the room.
"Tell Kallie I said hi, and ask if she wants to sit with us later."
The last year of high school. College out of state was so close Odette could taste it, soon it will be her and Freddy tackling the city life together without the judgements and restraints of this small town. It's been their plan since middleschool and Odette was ready to get this year over with, graduate as valedictorian, and get the hell out of here. It's not like she wanted to necessarily leave her father behind but she knew that in order to truly spread her wings, she needs to leave the nest. Besides, she has already promised to facetime him at least once a week.
Odette's summer sure was something to say the least. Even with the porcelain doll killer lying low since his last victim, her father has had her under a stricter curfew than usual. He even got her to bring around a bottle of pepperspray just in case Freddy couldn't protect her on the bike rides home (which sounds fairly accurate to her, in a situation that requires Odette and Freddy to defend themselves, Odette would most likely be doing all the defending) And where can she even start with Freddy's constant babbling about the killings? She loves her friend, she really does but if there's something Freddy McCoy lacks it's a mute button. Much similar to her father, he has the habit of fixating on subjects and just cant seem to run out of juice to stop talking about said topic. This isn't something Odette would normally hold against him, she's found his nonsensical tangents to be endearing but after listening to both him and her father on repeat made her want to find this killer herself and put an end to things. If her and the porcelain doll killer ever meet paths, they should probably be more afraid of her than she should be of them, with a summer of them being the topic of everyone's tongue, she'd most likely snap and show that killer what for.
Her day started out like any other, eating breakfast her dad tried not to burn and riding to school on the back pegs of Freddy's bike, she would even rate today's start to be above average. Right after parting ways with Freddy for his chemistry project, Odette was starting to make her way to her locker to get a few textbooks for the upcoming period. She and her cryptid enjoying companion spent the first few minutes of their time at school going to the teacher's lounge to get the chemistry key from miss Franklin after one of Freddy's group members told him that the door was locked. It wasn't something out of the ordinary per say, but it did catch Odette's curiosity for a brief moment. Perhaps the group before Freddy's accidentally locked the door after they were done and didn't have the balls to tell the teacher. Yeah, that seemed very possible knowing the kids in their school. And after being student body president for the 2nd year now, she knew quite a lot about the type of people her schoolmates are.
Speak of the devils.
Just as Odette was walking towards her pristine little locker, she got to witness the playboy and his meat-for-brain jock friend in the flesh. Odette never really saw the harm in being a bit nosey, especially when it came to the scum of the student body that are Rome and Blake. And as much as she hated to admit them being right, after looking up from the ground she was so fixated on, she noticed the unease of the students in the hallway.
And who can not hear the banshee scream of Ashlynn Davenport?
"What is going—"
Then she realized the direction of the cheerleaders screaming. The chemistry lab. Her friends were meant to be there and suddenly it was the limelight of attention, and it seemed to not be the good kind. Odette quickly changed directions, abandoning even the thought of her locker and went running towards the chemistry lab, shoving and pushing all those who were in her way.
By the time she got to the front of the crowd and joined her friends in the lab, her face immediately paled. Evelyn Dermot. Lying there like a doll Odette would've owned when she was a little girl. It was almost unbelievable seeing everything, the murders felt so on the front door now. Odette quickly blinked away her tears of fear after realizing her vision was starting to blur. No. She could not show vulnerability right now. Odette needed to keep this under control.
"Please, give some space. Are you all alright?"
She looks to Freddy, Tay, and Kallie. Odette tries to hide the shakiness of her tone. When she hears the comment from Blake directed at his stepsister, she has to hold it in her to not punch him right on the spot and she notices Freddy's grip on Kallie's hand tighten.
People would describe Blake and Odette's relationship to be love-hate but Odette would simply put it as hate.
"Do you ever think before any words escape your pretty little mouth, Blake?"
"If you did, maybe people would stop thinking you're all brawn and no brain."
Odette hates the way Blake treats his stepsister, if anything, being a stepbrother to Kallie is the best quality Blake has. And for him to provide back-handed statements when someone has literally died in their chemistry lab no less, this was his peak show of immaturity.
She takes out her phone from her pocket, opening up her contacts and tapping on one in particular.
There were not many things Ashlynn Davenport was afraid of. One could count those things using only fingers of one hand. Quite the contrary, usually it was the petite cheerleader raising fear in people. What she lacked in height, she more than well compensated with her fierce nature and sharp tongue. Being raised by parents like the Davenports, one simply learned there was nothing they couldn’t do or have. People rarely said no to the redhead and all she had to do was smile sweetly, chirp in her fake nice tone and shake the mane of fiery locks. Only when it was inevitable, when the situation literally called for it, her voice was raised and words of subtle blackmail were spilled. Ash knew a lot about everything and everyone and her minions made sure not one gossip, no matter how tiny, escaped her attention.
But facing a dead body, let alone a dead body of a person she knew rather well, that was a scenario not even the cheerleader was ready for. Of course Ash was familiar with the sick antics of the Porcelain Doll Killer. She was not living under the rock, duh! But his previous two victims were just two randos who happened to have pretty faces. Ash had never come so close to death like now and when her hazel brown gaze fell upon the lifeless body spread on the counter in the chemistry lab, the chills spraying her spine froze her to the bone.
Every cheerleader needed to have certain qualities and possessing a strong set of pipes in their chest was one of them. How else would they be able to dance, jump, perform all kinds of tricks alongside chanting the perfect cheer for the school team? Ash was no different and as a captain, she always made sure her voice was the loudest, the brightest and the liveliest of them all. No one doubted she could sound the alarm just by using her vocal chords but if there were some non-believers in the crowd, they found out the truth right away. Ash opened her mouth and the scream leaving them was almost inhuman. Sound of her notebooks falling to the ground and the clatter of Kallie’s coffee cup hitting the floor as well dissolved in the shriek and Ashlynn’s hands went up, covering her face. She never heard Freddy’s plea to her or Taylor’s not so witty question whether Evelyn was dead.
People started to gather around and Ash’s sight became blurry. Tears stung her eyes and she hated to appear so weak. Well, it would be understandable but she was the Ash! She was the queen of the Easthaven Point High. And she was supposed to lead her loyal subjects in time of crisis. Turning around on her heel, she noticed a familiar face and moved closer to Blake. He uttered something to Kallie but in her utter state of shock, Ash didn’t hear it. Odette came out of nowhere and flooded Blake with her rant. “Odette, love, don’t you have a student body to handle?” she addressed the president and grabbed Blake by his shirt.
The two had their own history and even some present and while they were rather far from dating, the redheaded male offered Ash quite a few moments of comfort. “She’s…she…is…jesus christ…” Ash mumbled and hid her face in Blake’s chest. “How did this happen? Is somebody targeting the possible prom queens now?” asked Ash who could never be blamed for not having her priorities straight.
Being the son of one of the most influential people in Eastpoint Haven, Romeo rarely cared about stuff. His name opened all the doors the boy needed so why even bother? He got his way all the time and even managed to have a great time in rehab. All he needed to do was to convince people he was well enough to be allowed to rejoin society and that was basically a piece of cake. One of the nurses was this little adorable brunette with lips that could do wonders. And Romeo happened to have all the right words to convince her to become his silent ally in return for a few services. It was safe to say that they both enjoyed Rome’s stay in the Swiss facility and she helped with the paperwork a lot. Once again, no need for the young Hawthorn to make any effort.
Being at home felt amazing. The only thing he needed to do now was to be careful. His father thought his prodigal son returned all clean and renewed and he needed to remained a firm believer in that fact. It wasn’t like Rome was about to hold some sort of celibate but he needed to be more careful about his lies and his father finding out about his son returning to his usual hobbies. Which was easy enough, the older Hawthorn was flooded with work anyway. So here Rome was, being his usual drug-abusing, fuck boy self.
The pretty brunette put a small wrinkle to his day plan but it was not exactly irreparable. There were plenty of girls who were dying to find out how soft the sheets in Romeo’s bed were and the rich boy was pretty much aware of that. As he was making his way towards the center of mayhem, his eyes kept scanning the surroundings for the possible replacement. Finding a few decent candidates, the brunette reached the first of his best friends asking him what was happening. Blake had no idea but said he was going to find out and as the redheaded boy started to squeeze across the crowd to the front. A familiar voice reached them as the last member of their legendary trio joined them but there was no time for small talk as they all got to the front where the whole chaos was happening.
Glancing inside the chemistry lab, Rome immediately saw the root of all problem here and his stomach somersaulted. Evie Dermot was there in a position similar to the one she took when she accompanied Romeo in this very same chemistry lab the last time he saw her. But that time, she was way more vocal. And way more alive. “Fuck…” Romeo breathed, running his finger through his hair. “Fucking hell…” he added and looked around, trying to read something from the shocked faces of his classmates.
Blake commented on it in his own way, addressing his words to Kallie and Rome smirked, shaking his head. “Dude! Play nice!” he poked him but before he managed to scold him some more, Odette appeared and ranted at Blake, making Rome huff. Ash joined their little group within group and Rome nodded to her words. “Yes, Oddie, don’t you have shit to do?” he smirked at the girl, patting her cheek lightly. Meanwhile, Ryan called out to Tay who was inside as well and Rome approached the girl, pulling her a bit closer. “Come on, sweetcheeks, let’s…” Rome was about to suggest a smoke when he noticed Tay’s face. “Well, I see you had your fun without me. Wanna get some more snacks while they find out what happened?” he grinned, tapping the side of his backpack, hanging from his shoulder.
a hard nudge broke the teen’s shock induced trance, as she was knocked into the hallway by a familiar face who’s could only be her brother’s. as she snapped out of it, she felt a hand curl against her side, pulling her closer to a warm body that felt familiar and put her a little bit at ease. a voice echoed in her head for a moment before she realized who it was. the girl paused for a moment, and turned her head to see romeo.
romeo was part of her brother’s trio of close friends, which meant that the three were around her a lot. romeo was a tad bit too much sometimes, sometimes he would piss her off and she would throw her middle finger up at him, but he always managed to make her laugh in the midst of trying to be pissed off at him. she calls it, his ‘fuckboy charm’, but she doesn’t mind it considering the circumstances.
“come on sweet cheeks, let’s..” the words spilled out of his lips smooth as ice, and she knew what he was going to ask. then he noticed her face, and a small smile broke from her lips.
“well, i see you had your fun without me. wanna get some snacks while they find out what happened?”
“oh, rome,after what i just witnessed you don’t think i could use another smoke? i would say you didn’t know me at all,”
eyes jaded and by now she was feeling her high wearing off, due to the sheer shock she encountered, she let out a small giggle before joining him.
snacks do sound pretty good though..
the thought echoed her mind like a voice in an empty room, her munchies were definitely starting to set in. though, she couldn’t help but shake the overwhelming feeling that she was being watched. maybe it was just because she just witnessed her first dead body in the flesh. as she joined rome in their walk to the nearest vending machine they could find, her eyes hit the floor in front of her, before she immediately looked up again. she was still terrified of what she just saw.
freddy was always talking about true crime television, conspiracy theories that gave her goosebumps, but she never thought she’d be standing in her own world with a killer on the loose. she shook her head at that thought and tried to brush it off, but who wouldn’t have trauma after just finding a dead body in the chemistry lab? jesus.
by now odette had already called the proper authorities. by proper authorities, she meant her dad. an eerie feeling crept over the girl like a dark cloud at the thought of cops surrounding the school.
“hey, can you like, stand in front of me or something? act like you’re trying to flirt with me while i put eye drops in.” she said to rome, before digging through her book bag to find the small bottle of clear liquid that would be her saving grace.
This was not how Freddy expected his day to go. He expected the usual, doing a chemistry project, eating lunch with his friends, maybe take a nap in the office if he's feeling adventurous, finding a dead body was not on his list to- do. People would probably expect Freddy to be ecstatic about all of this, but they'd be a little off target. Although he was very into the porcelain doll killer's antics, he wasn't an emotionless asshole. Freddy has heard the screams of someone losing their life before, the bloodied white sheet that goes over their body when the cops come, the images and voices have been scarred into his brain and seeing the dead body of the frontrunning prom queen candidate reopened those old wounds.
The McCoy family most definitely had the money to send their kid to a therapist after having to partially witness the death of his grandparents. Especially with a serial killer on the lose, their newspapers were flying off the racks. But they also had enough money to buy him a car, and it's evident through his well- loved bike that a car isn't happening anytime soon. His family is about uncovering the juicy gossip and news of other people, the struggles of the residents of Easthaven Point but never about themselves. They're not the news, they are the ones who write it so what is the point of even mentioning issues in the past which may have mentally scarred their kid?
Did they make her suffer? Was it quick? Did this happen when everyone was in class? Are they still walking around somewhere here?
The questions flooded through Freddy's mind that he barely even noticed the new editions to the rag- tag group until Blake made his comments towards Kallie. In her hand, Freddy felt at least a smidge more comfort than without. And the utter bullshit Blake was saying towards his stepsister made Freddy hold her hand a little tighter, almost in an attempt to give her some comfort of her own.
He held back a laugh at Odette's retaliation. When she even got there? Freddy must've been deep in his head when she did.
"C'mon Odette, he's not worth it."
Blake and Freddy didn't necessarily have a good relationship. But then again, his entire trio standing in front of the beanstalk of a man were not on the best terms with Freddy. To say they were his bullies would embarrass him. Already in your senior year of highschool and you still have bullies? No, that's lame. Freddy is more likely to say that they were his border- line bullies and he did his best to avoid them like the plague (which was occasionally a little difficult considering two of his closest friends are their siblings) But Odette was always headstrong, defending her friends from anyone who gives them trouble— one might even compare that attitude to that of her dad's much to her disdain. Freddy would rather deal with the punches he is to be dealt with and be on his way, fighting was never really his thing.
It was a good idea that Odette should call her dad, it was probably the most productive thing the teens have done since discovering the body. Freddy didn't even have the chance to talk to Tay, her having left with Rome for a snack and smoke before he could even stutter out a "hello". Not that he could blame her, if Freddy was into that sort of stuff, he would've gone out to hit a joint too.
Ash's display of weakness almost reminded Freddy of a newly widowed wife in his crime shows, gripping onto the black and white detective for comfort. Her selfish questions perked his interest.
"There'd be no reason to..."
He mumbled, his free hand tapping on his chin as the gears in his head start turning.
"Unless the killer is getting bold, targeting more well- known girls in the community."
This was his way of coping, it was what he did best, theories and conspiracies. Taking himself out of the equation and seeing this in the eyes of a detective, a third party who had no emotional attachment to the case.
He looks to Kallie a moment after giving out his thoughts, to make sure she's okay he rubs his thumb against the outside of her palm.
"Wanna go to back to our office and just... cool off?"
He'd consider the school newspaper's office to be both of their offices since he gave Kallie the spare key and convinced the club's moderator to give him a spare desk and chair. Freddy's body was in pain for a week after having to move that old oak wood desk from one of the storage rooms to the office but it was all worth it.
"This is a crime scene now, and Odette's dad wouldn't appreciate it if we stayed around any longer, he might accuse us of tampering."
Sherrif Whittaker has been a bit on-edge because of the case, and especially since it's his own daughter calling him about a body, he's going to be even more determined than he was before to catch the killer.
Not that it was a bad thing, this needed to be solved soon or the entire town is going to lock themselves up in their homes.
Even as other people started filling into the chemistry lab, wanting to know what was going on, Kallie couldn't let go of Freddy's hand or take her eyes off of Evelyn. Kallie didn't know the girl well, and they were definitely not the best of friends. In fact, they were quite the opposite. Evelyn was not known for being the nicest girl at school, but even with that, Kallie wouldn't wish death on her. That just wasn't Kallie's style. She hated Blake, too, but she didn't want him to die. Yet here Evelyn was, as pale as the doll nestled carefully in her arms. And speaking of Blake...
Hearing his familiar voice, Kallie's eyes flicked in his direction. For a split second, she thought he might actually have a heart. Some compassion in regards to the situation. But she should have known better. After his initial curse when he saw Evelyn's body, he turned to Kallie, his comment about her being a nobody cutting deep. Not because it was an abnormal comment to hear coming from him, but because she was already in a sensitive headspace and realizing for the umpteenth time that her stepbrother really didn't give a damn about her. She felt hot tears spring to her eyes as she averted her gaze from him, also trying to avoid looking at Evelyn again. She hadn't missed that Ryan and Romeo had appeared as well, the latter of which made a quick exit with Tay.
Another familiar voice reached her ears, and Kallie looked back up as Odette clapped back at Blake. Sending the class president a grateful look, just as Ash chimed in before moving to clutch at Blake. Kallie rolled her eyes automatically, but it was Ash's comment about prom queens that had Kallie's head snapping back in the redheads direction. "Really? That's what the hell you're worried about?" The blonde automatically snapped, glancing to Freddy as he tried to create some sort of explanation to calm the cheerleader down. Kallie scoffed, looking away from the two redheads, not wanting to be disgusted any further. Hell, if she stared too long, Ash's gaze might turn her to stone, and that was definitely not how Kallie wanted to leave this world.
Feeling Freddy's thumb rubbing her palm, Kallie looked over at him, a small smile on her face. "I think that's a great idea." She told him, glancing over at Odette who was now on the phone with her father. "This place is gonna be crawling with police soon." Frowning, she nodded at his comment too. "You're right. Let's go." She turned to leave the room, her steps faltering when she heard Blake's next comment. Purposefully not looking at him, she just kept her head down as she left the room, tugging her keys from her bag where she had the spare key to the office Freddy had given her. "He's such a dick." Kallie muttered, more to herself than to anyone else. Sad that her coffee was now spilled on the floor of the chem lab, she sighed as she reached the office and let herself inside, immediately sinking into one of the chairs in there. "Now what the hell do we do?"
After kicking mostly everyone out of the room, Blake could look around and clearly recognize everyone. Even the dead girl, but she definitely wasn't moving anytime soon. No one had ventured close to the body, but whether that was out of fear or because they didn't want to mess up a crime scene, Blake wasn't sure. Could be both, he figured, as it definitely was for him. He wouldn't outwardly show his fear, but the simple fact of the matter was that one of their classmates was dead. The porcelain doll killer had made their way to Easthaven Point High, and there was no telling where they were now or how far they'd go.
Blake smirked at Ryan as his friend told him to play nice after his comment towards Kallie, but when Odette started talking, Blake just fixed her with a flat, unamused expression. "And you think I care what people think... because...?" He asked her, trailing off to let her come up with an answer if she wanted. When Ash made her way over to Blake, he just wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close as his eyes shifted back to Evelyn. Another chill ran down his spine but again, he refused to let it show as he looked down at the speaking redhead in his arms. He chuckled at her words, about to quietly reassure her that she was safe before Kallie scoffed and threw her shade in Ash's direction. He shot the blonde a glare, tightening his grip around Ash.
Freddy the conspiracy nerd spoke next, addressing Ash before he turned to look at Kallie, asking her if she wanted to go to their office. "Gonna go hit it off somewhere now?" He asked as Kallie started to leave the room, winking at Freddy as he turned to follow. "Gotta find it somewhere, though, amirite?" He shook Ash a little bit, chuckling again as he looked down at the cheerleader. "Come on. Let's blow this popsicle stand. The nerds did have a point-- this place is gonna be crawling with the popo soon, and I definitely don't wanna be here for that." He slid one more glance at Odette before he turned, pulling Ash from the room with him. He knew the girl was shaken, as was probably everyone who'd seen Evelyn and her little porcelain dollie.
Once they were out of the classroom, Blake glanced back once before Evelyn disappeared from sight. "I think it's pretty safe to say that classes are gonna be cancelled today." He told Ash, watching as a few administrators hurried around the corner, heading for the chemistry lab. "They're gonna be asking a million questions." He groaned, sighing as he directed Ash towards the back doors, leading them outside. "I could really use something to take the edge off." He looked around, making a small a-ha noise when he spotted the stoners under the bleachers. "Care to join me?" He grinned at Ash, letting go of her waist and starting towards said bleachers. "Sup, dorks? I need a hit, who's got me?" He grinned as someone held out a blunt, and he reached for it, bringing it to his lips. "Much better."
as the tall male pushed his sister out of the chem lab door, he saw one of his best friends, rome, walk off with her. she’s freaked out, i don’t blame her if she needs to smoke. this shit is nuts.
the thought lingered in his mind as his eyes wandered around the chem lab, where evie dermot laid lifelessly. he shot a glance at odette, who was busy mouthing off to his other best friend, blake, and he let a small laugh slip from his mouth.
“what’s the matter, odette? did you get a b on your last paper? quit being so uptight,” the male said with a sly smirk and a furrowed brow. he then took a quick glance at kallie who then exited the room with freddy as well.
why do they hang out with that guy? doesn’t he like, hunt for bigfoot?
he thought to himself before shaking his head, before his gaze landed back on blake and ashlynn.
he heard blake’s remark about the police showing up, more specifically odette’s father, the town sheriff. obviously the two have had a couple run ins, he’s had a couple speeding warnings from the guy, but nothing past a warning. he cringed at the thought of police as odette took out her phone and started dialing. he sighed a little bit, turned his head, and walked out the chem lab door, before pushing threw a crowd of people, even a couple administrators who wanted hastily to get into the lab. classes will probably be cancelled today. he shrugged a little bit and shot his sister a text before exiting the building.
classes will probably be cancelled. be careful, odette has already called daddy to keep a lookout. be careful if you and rome are smoking or some shit.
as the text sent, he looked up from his phone and about three cop cars were already pulled up.
“fuckin great,” he groaned before fumbling through his book bag for his car keys. as he picked them out, like a needle in a haystack of a book bag, he got in his car, and sat in the driver’s seat. he was still kind of freaked out for what he just saw, he was an adrenaline junkie, not a crime scene detective who had seen this shit time and time again. he wondered how everyone could be so chill. he rolled his eyes at the thought.
the cops had now entered the building, as well as a couple detective vans with forensic analysts, and the thought of them even being at his school gave him chills. once all officers were in the building, he knew he would just sit in his car all day. maybe even take off early and pick his sister up from school later. all he knew was he wanted to drive.
"I'm sorry my dearests, but this whole situation is under the student body. Evelyn was a part of it."
Her smile was thin, attempting to sound as sweet as possible to the school's beloved queen bee. Odette wasn't two-faced, of course not! But she was the president and in a political system— even in a school setting, maintaining good PR was a part of the game. Both Ashlynn and Odette knew that. She casted a look to Kallie, Freddy, and Taylor which made her face soften.
"Besides, I knew my friends were here."
Odette's moment of compassion was cut short when Blake opened his mouth once more. She rolled her eyes at his attempt to seem unbothered. This man was hopeless. Did he not know that she could read him like a book? The two had a game of cat and mouse, Odette was aware that no matter how much they would annoy and insult one another, it would be a game with no end. And yet, like all times before, she cant resist the fight between them. Even with Freddy's attempt to get her to stop from retaliating it did little to nothing (Odette had the habit of continuing her actions no matter how many people tell her not to, she's a bit of a know- it- all) Odette is her father's daughter and a Whittaker always gets the last word, no matter what.
"Because you're desperate for any form of validation."
She mutters. Odette's words were critical and cruel, just how they always were when she had to talk to at least one of the three stooges.
"Even if they're from bad influences."
The president didn't need to look at the rest of his group for the point to be made. She didn't even spare the effort to respond to Ryan.
Her phone barely rung for a five seconds when her father answered her call. "'Dette? Didn't you have a no calling or texting during school hours or something?" Odette would've laughed at the teasing tone of her father if the situation wasn't as serious as it currently was. It seemed that her father was expecting the exact reaction, and after he realized that she wasn't going to be laughing his tone became more serious, "Everything okay there, princess?" Odette could hear the sound of her father getting up from his chair at the station.
She sparred a glance at the people around her. Was she scared? Yes. And just by hearing her father's voice, the fear began to bleed through her expression. It was as if she wasn't scolding Blake and the rest of his possy just mere moments ago.
"I think you should come to school... and bring forensics."
Although the two didn't always see eye-to-eye, it was at this moment they were speaking telepathically. Odette didn't need to elaborate anymore, her father understood what she meant which was great since she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Even if she had to, she think she'd throw up before she could even talk about the dead body in the chemistry lab. "Go outside the school and wait till I arrive. Be careful." And with that, he hung up.
She saw in her peripherals earlier Taylor walk off with Romeo, to have a smoke she assumed. Odette blinked away the tears that seemed to be clogging up her eyelids and took a deep sigh, forcing herself back to normal. She knew Tay well enough to be well aware that she was... a bit of a stoner. It was something Odette has no control over and although she disapproves of her habits, she didn't want her to get in trouble by her dad. Call it a bias, everyone had them.
Please be careful, my dad is on his way to check out the scene. Leave old money asshole to take the fall if you have to. I think Freddy and Kallie are in the office, I'm going to wait outside.
To the public eye, Odette has never cussed a day in her life. But to her friends... there was no proof but their witness reports. It was no surprise that the group of body discoverers were starting to disperse, no one wanted to stay in front of this depressing scene. Odette was just about to do the same.
"Stay around campus, my dad will probably need a few statements."
Her words were mainly directed at Ashlynn, who by her shriek earlier, actually witnessed the discovery of Evelyn's body. Odette didn't really care if Ashlynn would stick around or not, it was a small town, her father could just drive up to her house if her statement was really that important.
The student body president walked out of the chemistry lab, unknowingly following Ryan as she continued to walk towards the school exit. A semi- amused, semi- suspicious look graced her face but she didn't say a word to him. She already started something with Blake, and this entire day had become too exhausting for her to try and challenge another one of the goons. If he wanted to run away, so be it. Though it was blatantly obvious that his attempt to drive out of this mess would make him all the more suspicious. Her dad already didn't like him, with his past record of getting a few slaps on the wrist for speeding. Odette figured that she would have to let him off that hook later, he wasn't a killer, she knew that much and she didn't want her dad to waste his time trying to psychoanalyze the adrenaline junkie.
It didn't take long for the sound of police sirens to fill the air and startle the students loitering outside. Odette ran her fingers through her hair and fixed up her sweater as she saw her father step out of one of the newly parked police cars, his uniform as pristine as it was earlier in the morning. Today was going to be a long day.
Freddy's cheeks grew red at the teasing of Blake, he never really saw the issue of being touchy with his friends, especially Kallie— the two were just naturally affectionate people. Call him a bit touch starved, but he enjoyed the heat a simple hand-hold would provide.
"We're just— It wouldn't— Oh forget it."
It was easy for Freddy to fluster even at the idea of doing something like that in a place like his highschool newspaper office, he'd treat Kallie with more respect if he's honest (not that the two of them would do anything like that, of course!) Rather than trying to defend him and Kallie from her nosy stepbrother, he gave up while the blush wasn't spreading to his ear tips and let Kallie drag him away to the direction of their office.
"Why's he gotta make things weird..."
He fiddles his free hand against the end of his sweater, clearly still embarrassed. When the two get to the office door and Kallie got out her key to unlock it, Freddy smiled. He'll never get used to the idea that he finally has someone to share the office with. It was nice; Easthaven's youth didn't seem all too keen on the spirit of writing and literature and after spending a majority of his highschool career working on the club alone, it was an ecstatic feeling of having someone who shared the same passion as him. Even Odette questioned his dedication to the newspaper during their sophomore year after witnessing him juggle the tasks of being the head writer, editor, and photographer.
The office itself was one of his main factors of keeping the school newspaper alive. It was spacious, as big as a normal classroom in the school, and instead of it being crowded with student desks and the cheap chairs they pair with them, all furniture that was in the office were two oak desks that were repurposed from ones of teacher's and two cushiony office chairs that Freddy would occasionally spend a few minutes spinning around on. There were some shelves as well to hold some paper work and other junk Freddy has put to decorate the room, but the centerpiece of the entire room was the cork board hanging behind Freddy's desk. It looked like something people would see detective's on shows having, red yarn, thumb tacks, cut up articles and pictures all up for display. Most of it didn't make any sense, only Fredrick McCoy himself can truly decipher the nonsense plastered on the board but it sure is a spectacle to look at.
"Well now Kallie my dear,"
He walked towards the mini-fridge he bought from a garage sale and somehow managed to convince Odette's dad to fix up for him and yoinked out two Caprisun fruit punches. Freddy punctured the little plastic straws that came with them and walked up to where Kallie sat, gently placing one tetra pack for her on the desk.
"We plot on what truly happened back there."
He took a sip of his juice and walked towards his cork board, quickly moving away his less than impressive theories on the sasquatch to give more room to the important task at hand, the porcelain doll killer.
"How could the killer manage to do all of this in the school without getting caught? Unless they were either a student or a staff in the school."
Freddy took out a post-it note from his desk drawer and began scribbling his thoughts down, he was completely in the zone now. It was a complete mental escape, the fear and anxiety going away the more he pinned ideas down and continued to think of possible theories.
After writing everything down he took a few steps back, walking all the way to Kallie's desk and leaning against the edge, admiring his work. Whenever he got into this headspace, it was like watching a mad scientist at work, smile if not a little crazed from the euphoria of simply thinking. He runs his fingers through his hair, ruffling up his curls in the process.
"A part of either the staff or a student. Should have a decent enough of a reputation to have Evelynn trust them. Or strong enough to overpower her. Getting more bold. That or this happened before school even began."
His tone is shaky, if Kallie wasn't in the same room as him, it would've been as if he was talking to himself. Perhaps he was. Freddy was mentally pacing around his mind palace, finding a good enough answer could make him sleep easier tonight. As if the knowledge itself could save him and his friends from the possible terrors to follow after this. If he was correct and the killer was deciding to become more bold, then that meant more people he knew could be on the chopping block.
His rambling stopped after catching Kallie at the side of his eye. Fuck. He's doing it again. Freddy forced a cough, sparring one more look at his board before sinking to the ground, looking up at Kallie he gave a sheepish smile.
"Sorry. I'm nerd- vomiting again. Pretty much the opposite of cooling off. "
He fidgets his hands around.
"We're probably going to be taken in for questioning by mr. Whittaker. Crazy Monday am I right?"
He tries to joke around before genuine concern takes over.
The day was definitely not going the way Ash imagined. Her plan was to come to school, grab that essay from Freddy, ace her History class and start advertising her Halloween party in a little subtle way. It might me over a month earlier but she wanted the whole school to know that the Davenport estate was going to provide the best fun during the spooky season and so there was no reason for anyone to look for entertainment elsewhere. Instead, she was put face to face with a dead body. A fresh corpse. Evelyn Dermot, to top it all off. Ash had never felt her blood freeze and had no idea how it felt. Until that very moment she realized that the corpse on the white counter in the chemistry lab was not staged and it was no joke on the resident scream queen.
Thank god, Blake was there as well and Ash sought refuge in his arms, wondering what this meant. She even posed the question because even though half of those peasants didn’t think the bigger picture, it was obvious that the Killer was going to target the girls who fit his profile. The doll-faced beauties. And Ash was confident enough to know she very well met all his criteria. And no one, not even murderous psycho was going to take the crown away from her. Dead or alive, Ash was going to wear it. After all, it was definitely what Evelyn would have wanted, right? RIGHT?
Kallie seemed to hear her question to Blake and turned to face Ash. Words of scolding laced with panic left her lips and Ash narrowed her eyes at her former friend before rolling them expertly without staining her upper eyelids with mascara. “Ugh, Kallie, just calm your…those are tits?” Ash pointed her manicured red-painted finger at the blonde and drew small invisible circles in the air when pointing at Kallie’s chest area. But then she and Freddy took their leave and Ash just leaned against Blake’s tall frame, enjoying the comfort his arm around her provided. As much as they were only friends with benefits, Ash couldn’t deny she felt something incredibly satisfying when with Blake.
It were the words coming from Freddy before he and Kallie walked away that made Ash perk her head up. If the Porcelain Doll Psycho was truly targeting the popular girls, she was everything but safe. Clenching her jaw to keep herself from letting out a scared squeal crawling out, she tried to swallow the emotions and watched the pair take their leave. “You owe me an essay, Freddy McCoy!” she called after the nerd but Blake caught her attention again when he told her to leave as well. He was right, there was no way the school was going to try and teach that day. Even if someone was that utterly mad, the kids were in no shape to focus anyway, so…good luck.
Ash was still gripping the sleeve of Blake’s varsity jacket when he led her outside. He told her he could use something to take the edge off and Ash nodded with a small mischievous smirk forming on her lips. “You’re speaking my language now, lover boy.” she purred and followed him towards the bleachers. It was a famous makeout spot and so Ash fixed her cherry-flavored lip gloss while walking a few steps after Blake. Imagine her surprise when he brought her to a group of weirdos and asked for a blunt. As he sighed, commenting how better he felt, Ash looked at him with disbelief sparkling in her eyes. “This is what you brought me here for? Seriously, Blake?” she shook her head, resting her hands on her hips. “This loserland…” she pointed around them. “…is your idea of taking the edge off?” Sure, she could leave. But suspicious individuals with glassy eyes were lurking all around and there was no way Ash was leaving on her own. Not with a killer on the loose. Blake brought her here and so he was going to escort her safely out of here as well.
Had Romeo known what a sight was going to be offered in front of the chem lab, he would have stayed for sure only to see Freddy the conspiracy nerd to invite a girl over to his cave. The fact that it was Kallie Zabielski was even more priceless. Despite anything what Blake had to say about her, Rome liked the small blonde and she was like a younger sister to him. After all, it was Kallie who always got in the car and came to pick wasted Blake and Rome from whatever hellhole they were in. Blake usually bitched about her jeep being a death trap but Rome was just glad that they were going home safe and sound and that no one robbed them. Probably. He could never be too sure because sometimes, admittedly, he blacked out only to come back to his true mind some time later. He never knew what happened to him during those times and one could only hope that none of his shenanigans would come back to bite him in the ass.
But seeing a corpse was too much even for a dude with iron stomach like Romeo and when he saw Taylor lurking inside, that was his cue. He approached another girl he considered as close as his sibling and when she finally made her way out of the lab, he pulled her closer, offering a small trip for snacks. She turned her slightly hazed eyes at him and mentioned another smoke. A small set of giggles leaving her lips brought a grin to Rome’s face as well but he didn’t say anything, just made sure Tay was by his side when he walked away from the crime scene. Blake had his hands full with Ash apparently and Ryan had his own worries. Rome had shit ton of stuff on him again and Tay was still rather high. The last thing both of them needed was a pack of cop dogs so leaving was the best option here.
Their steps indeed led to the closest vending machine even though Rome was definitely not interested in a bag of Reese’s or some soda. His mind was reeling and while he put on his brave and indifferent face, his insides were raging. Evelyn was dead. And it was just a few days ago that she was with him, more than alive. He would know, they were in the chem lab together and thank god it was after school or else everyone would have known they were there. Was it something he had to tell the police? Should he admit he fucked her there? Or just stay quiet? Was it even something suspicious? Jesus, he never should’ve… Rome’s head was spinning and he felt sick. Why did he even bother waking up in the morning? The day seemed to be going to shit anyway…
It was Taylor’s voice that tore him out of his reverie when she asked him to hide her while she applied eye drops in her face. Rome smirked but moved her to the wall. He himself positioned himself so she was standing between him and the vending machine, his elbow leaning against the wall. Rome’s frame was tall and buffed enough to hide a girl like Tay and we watched her to fish out a small bottle from her bag and tilt it at her eyes. His other hand slipped inside the back pocket of his jeans and he pulled out two things. A cigarette pack and a box of mints. “You know, I said snacks but what I really meant…” he grinned, handing her the cigarettes, packed with several nicely rolled joints. He himself opened the small metal box and places one piece of candy on his tongue to dissolve. “In case you were wondering, those are not mints. I can share those as well if interested.” he grinned, his eyes shining with excitement as he shook the small box, candy inside clanging against its walls. “No pressure, of course.”
as romeo leaned in front of her for her to quickly allow a couple drops of clear eyes into her noticeably glossed eyes, a mischievous rome spoke.
“you know, i said snacks but what i really meant..” before he reached into his pocket and pulled out two items. a pack of cigarettes, and a box of what he called ‘mints’. it seemed pretty cliche but looking further, the cigarette box contained two rows of perfectly pearled joints, and the tiny tin box he pulled out had another substance, to which rome pulled one out and allowed one to dissolve on his tongue.
“way to stir up the pot, rome,” she said slyly, while taking a ‘’mint” herself and allowing it to dissolve on her tongue. her mouth was still a little dry from when she had recently smoked, which took it longer to dissolve. “lets, go outside or something. this place is going to be crawling with cops.”
then, her phone binged. twice. two messages. one from odette, the other from a slightly over protective ryan.
she read the first one from odette, to which she replied.
don’t worry. i put eye drops in and i don’t rank of pot anymore. they won’t suspect a thing. i’m kinda used to walking around school high anyway.
in which, the girl was used to walking around the campus higher than a kite. it became a new norm for tay, even teachers thought that this was just how she was like all of the time. nobody suspected anything because there was no reason to. she knew odette didn’t like the fact that she smoked, that was apparent, but if only she knew what darkness would lurk in her mind if she didn’t smoke. that wouldn’t be the norm.
she then replied to ryan. i’ve got this. where did you go? don’t leave yet, that’ll look suspicious on your part.
she then quickly stuffed her phone into her pocket before exiting the building with rome. she stopped for a second, allowing the cops that were now swarming in to pass by the two, looking up at the sky.
then a slight feeling came over her, a high she never quite felt before. it felt like sheer ecstasy. she was taken aback by it, but for some reason it was rather soothing to her. just brought about no worries, classes were going to be cancelled anyway, so why not make the most out of it. the teens were probably going to go home anyway. besides, something to take off the edge was better than just standing there and wallering in depressive, scary thoughts.
a faint bing erupted from his pocket. a text from his sister to which he read, and then sighed.
i’m just sitting in my car. i thought about leaving, but you’re right. i’ll just sit on the hood or something.
he then opened the door before shutting it slightly. his keys weren’t even in the ignition yet, he could just tell the cops if they asked that he was just sitting there to clear his mind. the cameras would have his back on that. he sighed as he leaned against his hood again. he needed to drive, so he couldn’t wait for the angst to be over with. he sat there, but noticed a narrowed eyed odette. she probably followed him out here to see what he was doing. before he could walk over and say something to her, a worried sheriff who was her father stepped out of his vehicle, badge gleaming in the sun. he always looked pristine and polished.
as the sheriff stepped out, it was ryan’s cue to join the awaiting crowd of students outside. he walked over to a couple of groups here and there, but pretty much stayed out in the open. his eyes narrowed as he looked to the entrance of the school.
what a day this turned out to be, pretty shitty. the cops probably wanted to take a couple statements, especially from the students that were in the chem lab earlier that day. the order would probably be freddy and his group of nerds first, then tay, then blake and ashlynn, so on and so forth. they were all going to be questioned, especially with suspicion that they were involved. odette would probably convince her dad otherwise, like she always did, which this time, ryan would probably be most grateful for.
none of them were killers. but it didn’t help that all of them were in the chem lab at the same time of witnessing the corpse. then again, the police had knowledge of the porcelain doll killer. they had to have crossed the teens off their list? either way, it was going to be a long ass morning.
Kallie tried to ignore the comments directed at her and Freddy as they left the room together. The comments were nothing new, and the jab Ashlynn had sent her way about her tits-- or lack thereof-- was just pitiful. The walk to the office she shared with Freddy was quiet, but once they got inside Kallie sank down into a chair, asking her friend what they were supposed to do now. Everyone around the school had to know what had happened, that Evelyn was dead. News like that would travel like wildfire from students to faculty alike. Kallie had seen a few staff members heading for the chemistry lab, and a pit of anxiety formed in her stomach as she knew the police wouldn't be far behind.
Hearing Freddy utter her name, her eyes lifted to watch him head for the mini fridge, pulling two Caprisun pouches from it. A small smile graced her features as she leaned forward, wrapping her fingers around the fruit punch drink when he set it on the desk in front of her. "Honestly, Freddy, you always know how to make me smile." A small laugh escaped her as she brought the straw to her lips, sucking some of the juice up just as Freddy said they would plot on what happened to Evelyn. Freddy left her side to walk back to his cork board, shifting some things around as he voiced a pretty accurate question. Leaning back in her seat, Kallie pulled her legs up to tuck them underneath her body, watching the smartest boy she knew work.
She remained quiet as he began scribbling his notes down, though she got lost in her own thoughts as well. He did have a very valid point; who could have done this? The school was locked up after hours until someone got there in the morning, so it only made sense that it would be a student or a staff member. But Evelyn wasn't the only person who had died at the hands of the Porcelain Doll killer. Was a student here at Easthaven really capable of doing something like that? Thinking about the student body, she knew she didn't know everyone, but it was just hard to believe. Not impossible, but hard. Same with the staff honestly.
Movement from Freddy caught her attention and she looked up at him as he leaned against her desk. She nodded as he voiced his thoughts aloud, and she suddenly placed her feet back on the ground and backed her chair up some. Setting her juice back on the table, she stood just as Freddy looked her way. "Don't be sorry, Freddy." She told him, coming to stand beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Crazy Monday doesn't even begin to cover it." Sighing, she started to answer his last question before a beep filled the room, coming from the announcement system. Everyone in the school would hear it, inside and outside. She tilted her head back, her hand dropping from Freddy's shoulder as the voice of the principal came over the intercom.
"Every student is required to report to the auditorium immediately. No pit stops. If an officer catches you outside of the path there, you will be escorted there personally."
Kallie glanced in Freddy's direction, a small and slightly hesitant smile appearing on her lips. "Well... I guess it's time for the second wave of crazy to begin." She sighed, reaching for her juice and finishing it before tossing it into the trash can. "Come on. We'll walk together. Maybe we can find the others there and all sit together while we figure out what the hell is going on."
Completely unaware of Ashlynn fixing her lip gloss from behind him, Blake just led her to the area under the bleachers where the stoners hung out. He asked for a blunt and one was given to him pretty much right away. He gave the person who handed it to him a quick nod of thanks before he brought the blunt to his lips, breathing in the smoke and holding it in his lungs for a few moments before he blew it back out. Yes, that was definitely much better. He commented on how that was much better before he heard Ash's voice, laced with disbelief, from beside him. Blunt still in his hand, he turned to look at Ash, a playful smirk tugging at his lips before he took one more hit off the blunt. "This 'loserland' as you call it, was only step one."
He blew the smoke out again before returning the blunt, turning to face Ash. "Come on, let's go to step two." He shot her a wink before he placed his hand on the small of her back, leading her towards a more secluded area. There were still people around, but Blake knew Ash well enough to know that she wouldn't mind an audience. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him, wrapping both arms around her before he turned her to face him. Backing her up against one of the pillars, he trapped her there with his body, grinning at her before he lowered his lips to hers. The fresh coat of lip gloss on her lips easily transferred to his, and when he pulled away a moment later he licked his lips to get it off. "Mmm... cherry. My favorite."
Grinning again, he leaned in to press his lips to hers once more, his hand finding her hip and giving it a squeeze. His other hand moved to lightly run through her hair, tugging on the ends gently. The kiss was just starting to heat up when the familiar beep of the intercom sounded, a little further away since they were at the bleachers but still audible. He half listened to the message, until the last sentence. Rolling his eyes as he pulled away from Ash, he moved both hands to her hips, his fingers dipping inside the top hem of the skirt. "Guess we should go to the auditorium." He mocked the principal with a scoff at the end, moving his hands around to pull her closer and then gently tap her ass a few times.
Guiding her away from the area under the bleachers, but still taking his time, he headed for the backdoor of the school and noticed the crowd gathered out there. The auditorium wasn't far from the backdoor, but it seemed the cops were only letting a few people in at a time to make sure everyone went where they were supposed to go. Catching sight of Ryan, Blake nodded his way and pulled Ashlynn with him so he could go stand by his friend. "Why the hell can't we just go home?" Blake muttered, though he already knew the answer. "Now we gotta get questioned and shit." He moved forward as the crowd thinned a little, glancing over at Ryan again. "You alright, dude?"
a familiar voice snapped into ryan’s head just in time. one of his best friends, blake, had approached him. when he asked why they couldn’t just go home, a faint, halfhearted chuckle came from the male. “this killer bullshit, they’re on it like white on rice these days,” he said with a sigh, turning toward the now packed building full of blue uniforms.
“man i’ve seen some major shit in my lifetime, but never have i looked a dead chick in her face. that’s some crazy shit,” he said, rubbing his temples. truthfully, ryan was able to stomach a lot. he had his fair share of nasty wrecks in the past, seen bone poking out of his flesh torn to shreds, he thought he had seen it all. but this, this was a lot for him to stomach.
“plus the cops don’t make shit easier, pigs.” he snarled, before looking up when the intercom sounded. he had his fair share of run ins with cops, and he was not fond of them. odette always said he would get arrested one day. and truth be told, it didn’t even phase him. he was an adrenaline junkie, who was always looking for trouble. they would always lecture him about how he was young and needed to get his shit together before highschool ended, but what’s the point then? wouldn’t he just be surviving?
the intercom advised all students to report to the auditorium. hesitantly, the male obliged. “let’s go before odette tells daddy we’re out here, who knows what kind of shit we could get ourselves into,”
ryan was labeled as a lot of things, things that didn’t bother him in the slightest. but one thing that he didn’t want to be labeled, was the suspect of a murder.