{Cameron}
Amiable refused to look at me, and I frowned for the hundredth time today. I didn’t feel any remorse for killing Tarea, which is kind of scary when I think about it, but I did feel extremely guilty for making Amiable upset.
“You messed up.” Rebecca whispered in my ear,
“Way to state the obvious,” I grumbled,
“Play it off as a mistake.”
“How the heck do you accidentally whip out a knife and stab someone?” I deadpanned,
“Tell them that Tarea attacked you.”
“And how believable is that?” I glared,
“Trust me, Tarea in a get into a lot of physical fights, it's believable.”
“It better be. Or you're next.” I laughed,
“Uhhh, dude, please don't.”
“I won't, I won't.” I said, walking away from Rebecca, and towards Amiable, who had their head in their hands, “Ami.”
“Go away.” They looked at me, their eyes narrowing,
“Look, I want to explain mys-”
“Because you can explain fucking murder!” They yelled, making me flinch. I opened my mouth to speak, but I felt powerless, as if I was near my dad again, “Just get out of here!”
“Fine…” I sighed, beginning to walk away, but Rebecca grabbed my arm, and pulled me back, “What?!”
“Listen, Ami. Tarea attacked him, so he pulled the knife out of his pocket, and stabbed him.”
“He attacked you! Did he have a weapon? No!”
“You don't know if he did or not. He could've had one in his pocket or something. And he did.” Rebecca reasoned,
“I doubt that.”
“But it's true.” I lied, making them sigh,
“I don't know, Cameron, it's kind of hard to believe that.”
“Don't you already know I'm jumpy though? Like, I killed a puppy because of it.”
“Yeah, I guess that's true.” Amiable shrugged, slightly warming up to me.
“Look, when I went out there with him, it was dark, and he moved really fast, and suddenly behind me, so I panicked, and ended up stabbing him… I'm sorry, Amiable.” I forced tears up to my eyes, and they pulled me into a hug, allowing me to smile slyly for a quick second,
“I forgive you, but… we're working on this panic thing.”
“Yeah, that seems reasonable.” I slowly cut back on the crying, as I wiped the tears off my face. “Thank you.”
“Yeah…” They bit their lip, holding back tears of their own.
“Alright, Tyler and Preston, are they…?” Rebecca prodded,
“Well, I know Tyler is. I’m sure he helped Preston out.”
“God, I still can’t believe they…”
“Tyler didn’t believe it either. They were really fuckin’ drunk.”
“Clearly. Neither of them would engage in... that… on their own will, let’s be honest.”
“Well, of course they wouldn’t. Preston is Asexual, and I’m pretty sure Tyler is too.”
“I was thinking Tyler was more shy if anything.” Rae spoke up,
“Eh, I don’t know. We’ll find out eventually… if we don’t all die, or something.”
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