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“Ah, I get what you mean. The fear of the unknown, isn’t it? But what do you think could happen?” she asked, her head tilting slightly. “Just curious. Do you read up on your horoscope a lot? I’m a Pisces.”

“That’s the whole point, isn’t it? Not knowing what’s about to come next? It could be nothing, or it could be another student getting murdered,” Wesley rambled on. “I have an app on my phone, so it’s become part of my daily routine, I guess. I swear, it’s spot on most of the time.” 

okay? thanks for the advice, i guess?

sorryyyy, i’m not going to answer this one, but i think it’s obvious how i feel about all three of these people...

uh, well i know it wasn’t me, and usually, victims are murdered by someone close to them, and going by statistics, the killer is most likely to be a male, so... it could be one of his male friends? or maybe a boyfriend of one of the girls he was cheating with? 

god this is going to make me look so suspicious, but i swear to god i have nothing to do with dante, you know.... but uh, my favorite is the jeffrey dahmer files, just because it’s interesting to learn about a person who is NOTHING like me. 

guys, please, you know i have a girlfriend... i guess i’ll answer, but don’t tell anyone, seriously... 

Marredith

Alek

Maritza

Nicole

Tristan

“It’s happened countless times before and after that day. It was nothing more than a coincidence,” he argues. “I maintain the app is stupid and the sooner you delete it from your phone and stop letting it dictate your every move, the better.” Sure Dante’s case being reopened has fleetingly crossed his mind, how can it not when it’s all everyone’s been talking about for days. “Let’s get out of here then,” he takes some money out of his wallet, enough to pay for both their meals plus a tip, places it on the table and stands up to leave. He waits until they’re outside, out of hearing to answer his question. “Not particularly no but if I was to point out fingers, my first suspicion would be on someone he wronged which is a lot of people then, on one of his friend–they’re all as power hungry as Dante was and what easier way to reach the top than getting rid of the king.”

she laughed at his rambling, enjoying his process a little too much but quickly realized he was spiraling. she put both of her hands on his shoulder and kept her eyes with his, ❝ wesley, deep breaths. it’s okay. they can’t prove anything cause we didn’t do anything. ❞ she put her hands down, ❝ honestly, if it was anyone from school, it would be a windsor. they all wanted to be in dante’s position, it’s always done someone they’re close to. ❞

Gillian laughed softly. “Trust me, I don’t think anybody suspects you of having anything to do with that,” she said. “Dante had a lot of enemies, and you’re probably one of his least dangerous ones.” If Gillian had to guess, she would probably say that Dante was killed by one of his own Windsors. They certainly seemed the most capable of any wrongdoing.

“Do you really think the Windsors killed Dante? That they just conspired against their leader and...” It was hard for him to wrap his mind around it., Dante was still their friend, wasn’t he? Power and popularity couldn’t possibly be worth that much to then, that they’d go through such lengths to gain more of it. “I don’t know. It’s usually the spouse, or a jealous ex, or... Um, wait, I’m not saying you did it! I just mean like, hypothetically!”

“Do you have a good reason to worry, Wesley?” Maritza asked, plopping herself down on the seat beside him. Her tone was relatively light for such a serious matter, but her own thoughts were not so carefree. With the case being reopened, she’s had to revisit some memories, wondering if Dante’s ever told her anything that could have been a hint. “What’s your sign again?”

“Isn’t there always a reason to worry? There are so many things happening around us, things that are out of our control. It’s rather daunting, don’t you think?” Wesley rambled on, awkwardly wiping his bangs from his face. “Me? Oh, I’m a Sagittarius. Why do you ask?” 

Nicole looked over, surprised that someone was talking to her. Better yet, it was one of those Nietzsche losers. She had honestly thought that she wouldn’t have to deal with them until school started but she was wrong. It didn’t matter anyway, she could play nice. She put on a sympathetic face and got closer to him.” Whoever thinks that you had something to do with Dante is an idiot. I’m sure you wouldn’t hurt a fly. You shouldn’t worry so much about what other people think of you Wesley.” She said soothingly, putting her hand on his shoulder to comfort him. 

❝ paranoid? i’ve been calling you wes this entire time, ❞ she laughed at her little dad-joke before continuing to listen to him. ❝ you didn’t do anything, though, so you’re fine. i think they’re just trying to get in you’re head, everyone’s just on edge here. ❞ she gave him a reassuring nod, hoping it would, at least, help subside his worries. ❝ i mean, it is senior year, you could definitely go home, ❞ she was half-joking, of course, though her mind was already infected with senioritis.

“Wait, what?” Wesley frowned in confusion. It took him a few seconds to get the joke. “Ha-ha. Very funny, Mars. I’m serious, though. Like, we have a huge motive, so people are going to point the finger at us, you know? Mostly at me, probably, because statistically, most murders are committed by males,” he explained, his eyes wide with fear. “I didn’t do it, though! Cross my heart, I had nothing to do with it!”

“The next time I’m getting my hands on your phone, I’m deleting that stupid app,” he warns him before he roams the room with his eyes to check if people were looking their ways and except for a teenager a few tables over intensely checking Wesley out, that blushes bright red when she notices Alek looking her way, everyone is minding their business. “No one is giving you looks, Wes but we can leave if you feel uncomfortable being out now.” 

“ trust me, there is nothing wrong with being nice. it’s definitely a compliment. “ noel assured wesley, not wanting him to think he was judging him. he pushed his hair back with wide eyes as wesley talked about his crime shows and a possible motive. “ alright, a bit of advice? never go into a police instigation. i think you might admit everything and more that you haven’t even done. also, in the height of this drama, maybe don’t tell people that you have a motive and like crime shows. i know it’s true, but it looks quite suspicious, “ noel laughed softly so wesley would know he wasn’t insulting him. he’d had his awkward, shy, rambling conversations, so he sure wasn’t going to judge the other’s.