alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !
✘ = hugging them .
Δ = playing with their hair .
❤ = kissing them .
₪ =
asking them out for dinner .
☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) .
♘ = stabbing them .
♕ = bowing down before them .
♒ = lying to them .
✿ = buying them flowers .
☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story .
☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm .
✎ = speaking in a different language .
✏ = teaching them a different language .
▄ = telling them a joke .
♬ = singing to them .
☹ = insulting a loved one .
ஐ = slapping them .
✂ = threatening them .
❃ = dancing with them .
▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮
= waking them up after a nightmare .
♣ = discovering them crying .
回 = patching a wound .
✮ = stargazing .
▓ = caught stealing their belongings .
☽ = wandering alone at night .
♡ = complimenting them .
≡ = offering a place to stay overnight .
Scout of course, had been the one to dispose of the bully, and of course, they weren’t going to tell Rachael that. They had killed him, and been very careful and cautious. Taking extra precaution to kill the occasional staff member and introvert, so it didn’t look like the popular kids were the only ones being targeted. It would be easy to figure out that the killer was an outcast if the jocks were the only ones losing their lives, but it didn’t stop there. Scout killed outside the school- people they watched down the street. Men taking advantage of their girlfriends, shitty fathers- and they killed when the time was right, not constant, but not to where people could forget about them
Scout took particular pride in their craft, and they were intelligent about it. There was no room for error- and by any means necessary, they had to prevent themselves from being caught.
“I see you’re not sad about that.” Scout replied with a soft smile and a playful nudge. “Neither am I. The guys a fucking prick. I hope he moved away or something- then I would believe in God- it’d be a true miracle.”
Rachael let out a giggle when Scout nudged her and quickly covered her mouth as she proceeded to laugh. She really shouldn’t be so happy–people all over town were going missing, maybe he was another one–but she simply couldn’t help herself. Ryan had made her life miserable and every day that he was away was like a vacation. “You’re right,” she said. “Me too.” She only hoped whatever school got him next was prepared to be terrorized for him, or by some slim chance, he’d clean up his act a little. When Rachael transferred schools, Ryan had taken every shred of of from her that it would be a new, fresh start for her. He’d only made her life worse than it was at her old school. Even if he was sick and would only be gone for the week, she’d enjoy his absence as thoroughly as she could.
“Is it wrong to be so happy that Ryan hasn’t shown up to school for the past week?” The answer, Rachael knew, was probably a resounding yes. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to care. The seemingly relentless taunting had ceased, at least for the time being, and she was too busy enjoying it. Rachael tosses a grin towards Scout, visibly elated.
God, why did she arrive early? It seemed like such a good idea at the time. She’d be prepared, maybe even relaxed. (Okay, yeah, right.) But now every notion that made being early seem like a good idea just flew out the window. Despite all the time she had, Rachael still rushed over to save a table. The library’s coffee shop was never too crowded, which was why she was so enthusiastic about this particular meeting place. Her legs jiggle up and down and up as she wrung out her hands. It all looks so innocent, and really, it was, but Rach can’t shake this nervousness. Even the book she’s toting around in her bag can’t keep her attention. “Okay,” she tells herself, “She should be here in five more minutes.” Five minutes?! That wasn’t nearly enough time, was it?
She still didn’t feel entirely safe about, well, any of this. Just standing next to Brooke Maddox felt like she was about to be ambushed. “I don’t know… Thanks. I mean, I’ll think about it.”
