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"it was a crazy night," savika responded, leaning in slightly as if to emphasize her words. "the story's making it's rounds around nightrest. talk about putting on a show, right?" she thought it wasn't real to begin with, but the more people talked about she realized it was. "but even that's better than seeing the news lady."

"it was." night everyone would certainly remember as well. and maybe talk about for the next week or two. "i really do hope that bull was burned after that girl used it." she noted. how could it even be used again after that? "true. anything is better than that news lady. " she was convinced that the news lady was bad luck. or even cursed at this point. seeing her on the TV meant something bad had happened.

"yippee-ki-yay." june replied, sarcastic. there were no fond memories of high school in june's head - no graduation, or prom; even if she had attended, it would've been purely to wreck havoc upon the other students. she leaned forward - sandwiching two pizza slices together before beginning to scarf it down. "no -" june chewed, a scowl just at the mention of the club. "fucking - feyza had my bike towed. who the fuck does that? i'm going to key her car the next time i see it around."

"the demon child of nightrest had your bike towed?: she asked, raising an eyebrow. she was thankful that her own car didn't get towed. if it had, she would have been pissed. "i say bust the windows on her car as well. maybe give her a flat tire or two to add on to that." she suggested.

"good morning," cam said, running a hand through his hair as he walked down the stairs before he moved until he was standing next to anya, an arm wrapping itself around her waist as he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. "still can't believe that happened, to be honest," he said with a shake of his head. "but the entirety of last night felt like a dream," cameron added as he pulled away to sit in the nearest chair. "last night was fun," he said, a playful smile on his lips.

as soon as the coffee finished, she poured some into both of the cups before bringing them over to the table. placing them down, she sat down across from him. "it was crazy. and disgusting at the same time." she was sure that was the talk of the town at the moment. and would be for the next few weeks. "last night was fun." she agreed as a smile formed on her lips.

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"i heard about that too." who hadn't heard about it? between that, and what that girl did, to say that night was crazy would be an understatement. "aside from that, did you hear about what that girl did to the bull?""

"just an hour?" cam asked before he rested his hand on the small of anya's back, leading the way to the bar. "can i at least take you home?" he added as he turned towards her. "your usual?" cam asked, before telling the bartender their order. "i take it you didn't go to the house party either?"

"if we were in a different town, where no one knew me, i'd stay out longer." she noted. if she had lived somewhere else, she wouldn't have a problem with staying longer. "yeah, you can walk me home." she replied, a small smile forming on her lips as she leaned against the counter. "i didn't. i skipped that."

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did she really want to be there? not exactly. if anything, she had planned on staying home. but after thinking about it, coming for an hour wouldn't be so bad. at least it would get her out of the house for a little bit. making her way over to the bar, for a second drink this time, she came to a stop once she heard vera speak. she had a feeling someone would ask her something like that. "who else am i going to hang out with? in a room full of people where only a few like me, there really aren't that many people to talk too." she replied. cam was also someone who didn't judge her at all.

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"i wasn't going to come at first." she noted as she looked over at him. if anything, she planned on staying home and doing absolutely nothing. that was what she did most of the time anyway. "figured i'd come for an hour though." a small smile forming on her lips as she looked at him. "must be reading my mind because i really do need a drink."

with a small smile savika got out of bed and made a quick stop to follow through her usual morning routine before she went to the kitchen to start on breakfast while anya gets ready for the day. by the time her sister walked in savika was mixing the batter. "you can turn on the stove to heat up the pan," she instructed as she was almost done mixing it. when she was ready she handed the bowl to anya and let her cook them while she makes coffee. she worked her way to set up the table, probably doing a little too much, but it was a tactic to keep her mind away from thoughts of last week. settled on the chair she took a bite from them, a smile spreading over her face after swallowing. "what are your plans for today?"

pushing herself off of the bed, she stretched out for a moment before heading over towards the kitchen. with nothing to really do that day, she made the entire day to do what ever she wanted. heading over to the stove, she turned on the burner that the pan was on. "next time, i'll make breakfast for us." she replied as she looked over at her sister. "for the day? absolutely nothing. what about you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "if you're not doing anything, then we could always take a day trip to boston." she suggested.

"haven't thought about that," his shoulders go up in a shrug, his main focus when it came to photography was nature and people. "but i can take some shots of your favorite. i know you're into historic things." he lightly shakes his head, it was funny how he fooled himself every problem disappears when you're stuck in a horror movie. "meant the murderous girl," he adds after "that sounds like the best idea."

"more photo's of historical places would be nice." she pointed out. especially those of the houses in salem. the houses that were still around and in good condition were worth taking photo's of. "i am. big time." there were still a lot of places she wanted to visit as well. places that had a good amount of history there. from the united kingdom, to japan. maybe next summer she would be able to do that. go traveling for the summer and get away from the town. "ah, her. i didn't really know her. but she killed one of my close friends. " something that hurt. losing someone she had been friends with ever since they were kids hurt.

Since anger wasn't really working, Kyle was settled into one of the other stages of grief. Denial. Nobody told him it was arguably the best option out of the five, pretending like everything around him wasn't completely falling to shreds along with his already deteriorating mental stability. He was totally ignoring that for the second time in a row, he had a dead, serial killer ex-girlfriend. He shot Anya a small smile, nodding his head to her words. "Busy, I guess. I think I'm gaining a sense of respect for male nurses. I always thought they were pretty lame, but turns out, I might as well be one at this point."

the two were friends, but yet anya wasn't used to him talking to her. hell, after they broke up, did either of them really reach out to the other to talk? probably not. "most people these days really only appreciate female nurses." it made her question why when male nurses did just as much. but to each their own. "you, a male nurse?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "you don't plan on going back to school to be a nurse, do you? i mean if you did, you'd be one of the few good looking male nurses in town." she pointed out.

"What? Like two people? That says more about them than what it does anyone else. Anyone with a good sense of character would know to be picky about the company they keep." Jieun didn't know the details of what happened between Dee and Anya, but based off what she did know, that's all the ammunition she needed to behave the way she was. "Fake?" She repeated, letting out a quick snicker—more amused than offended because she knew she was a lot of things but fake wasn't one. "I may be a bitch, but I wouldn't go as far as calling me fake. At least you know I don't like you. How's your face, by the way? I heard you got what you deserved at the party. I've got a good concealer brand that might do a better job covering that up for you."

"more than that actually. i have people in my life who actually want to be there. i can't say the same for you though." she was content with the people in her life. the ones who didn't judge her for something she did back in college. she wasn't perfect at all. and she was thankful those who were her friends got that. "have you even stopped to ask yourself if you have anyone who truly wants to be in your life though?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. did jieun really think she could get anya to cry or get pissed off? that was hilarious if she thought she could. "oh trust me, i know a fake bitch when i see one. and you are that. as for the make up, i'll pass. you should save it in case you actually do need it one of these days."

"he is to me. pretty much saved us from having to worry about anymore people dying," she pointed out, shrugging her shoulders at her comment. "the only thing that's left for this town to be perfect is you doing the same. when are you finally going to leave and do us that favor? i'm sure it must suck walking around and knowing no one likes you." at least not those who mattered anyway. "you're not sick of it yet?"

jake had been her friend too. but yet, it made her wonder if they really were. of if it was all fake. and she was sure some others had questioned that too. "not any time soon, sorry to say." as long as her sister was still here, she wouldn't be leaving any time soon. "no one likes me? that's funny. if no one liked me then no one would be talking to me. yet there are people who still talk to me." at least some people in this town didn't judge others. if everyone did, then no one would be talking to anyone in town. she was sure she wasn't the only one who made a mistake at least once or twice too. "aren't you sick of being a fake bitch ?" she shot back.