Savior: Stu Macher

Im going to kill her - 20

Stu's POV

Every single syllable that escapes Sidney's mouth has been annoying me.

I wish I would've just gone immediately to y/n's, this ice cream doesn't taste as good without her anyways.

Or as good as her.

Sidney's been going on and on about her history class, and Randy gobbles up every word like it's some sort of prophecy.

Billy and I take every chance we get to roll our eyes at her when she's not looking.

I don't know when he wants to go through with this plan, and I'm going to try not to question it. Billy is an anomaly, and so is the way he thinks.

I told him that he could go through with this plan of his, only because I'm fucking disgusted with Sidney after what she did, but even still I'm not going to be the one to kill anybody... unless I have to defend myself or y/n.

Every time I think about what happened today, in the walls of our own school even... I shudder.

Her hair was tugged on with so much force that her ponytail holder snapped in half.

That fucker pressed a knife into her neck, and now she's got a little cut mark there and she has to wear a bandage over it.

I'm just thankful that my girl is not only out of this world gorgeous, but intelligent as well. Nobody else I know would have been coherent enough in that situation to look for something she could use as a weapon, but she did.

She grabbed onto a pipe and hit that motherfucker over the head so hard that he probably has a concussion.

If she wouldn't have thought quickly enough on her feet to do that, the police would've found my girl with her throat slit and bleeding out on the floor of that damned storage room.

"Stuart?" Sidney snaps me out of my thoughts, calling from in front of me.

"What's up?" I don't make eye contact with her.

"What are we all doing at y/n's house later?" She asks, acting like I was required to hold the answer to her question.

"Why would you ask him that, Sid?" Billy chuckles.

"I like to have a plan." She shrugs, turning around and continuing to walk.

"Probably just gonna kick it back." Randy squeaks, in that high pitched tone that causes my eardrums to ring.

Billy and I share a look of annoyance.

We love Randy, but we don't love how he's constantly kissing Sidney's ass.

"Sidney, wasn't it your idea for all of us to get together in the first place?" Billy remarks.

"Well, yeah..." she pauses, as if having to think almost too hard about what to say next, "I threw the idea out there but I didn't have an entire evening mapped out for us."

Billy stubs his toe on a rock, one that was sort of buried into the ground. The grass is taller now since we're hitting the spring months, so he probably just didn't see it.

"Fuck!" He exclaims, clenching his jaw and sucking in a hiss of pain.

"You okay?" Sidney hangs back a step to be at his pace, placing her hands on his shoulders.

He shrugs them off coldly, "I'm fine."

Sidney removes her hands, an offended look flashing over her features as Billy places a hand on her back and pushes her forwards once more, signaling that he does not want any attention; he just wants to keep moving and get the ice cream.