itwod, chapter 12The sky sags, clouds heavy with snow, and Cherry feels as though the cold air rolling into her lungs will freeze her solid - it is impossible for that to happen, of course it is, but a part of her almost wishes for it. If not all of her, then at least her blood, at least her heart so it would not beat so wildly behind her breastbone.itwod, chapter 12 by boethiahs
He is back. He has been for a couple of days, at least since the day after Lucy’s house was drenched in cow’s blood and Cherry put one and one together before Lucy confirmed it (before Lucy said it was because she’s friends with his step sister, before Cherry pieced all the things she has seen around that boy together, before a significant portion of her jumbled thoughts and wonderings about this particular group of not-quite friends was cleared up over the course of a single conversation on the way home on Monday afternoon) and she wonders what the fact that she still loses her breath whenever she sees him says about her.
itwod, chapter 11Eric is well aware that his attempt to get at Lucky was inexcusably weak, borderline pathetic, and it bothers him although he figures he has an excuse, muscles aching and eyes about to close before he even reaches the bed. But even though he's not in a good form to intimidate someone new, he's spent a little over seven months wearing her down, through a plethora of pranks to keep her on her toes and a multitude of insults to make her feel bad about herself and even though it has worked - she's been one breakdown away from clinical depression, if he knows anything about the human psyche - something has happened.itwod, chapter 11 by boethiahs
He needs a new plan, but he also needs to know what this something is so he can put an end to it and with a deep sigh he goes out of his room again to do some... investigating.
Butters is awake before the hand closes around his mouth, because he knows the sound of those quiet footsteps and knows that scent and the way a dark shape towers over him. He knows
itwod, chapter tenCherry smooths her skirt down in the back as she rises from the chair outside the math teacher’s office, politely thanking him for holding the door open before she sits down again, back straight and eyes downcast.itwod, chapter ten by boethiahs
“So, Rachel”, he smiles, opening a folder. “Did you have a good holiday?”
“Oh, yes”, she replies. “I trust yours was pleasant as well?”
“It was, thank you.” He looks a little perplexed, as he does every time they speak, and while clearing his throat he shifts some papers around. His desk is terribly messy, erasers and pencils and papers strewn all over, a forgotten coffee cup standing precariously close to the edge and another having left a ring on a visible patch of wood. Cherry winces but tries not to show it, looks down on her hands instead. “So, your work last term was… surprising. I didn’t think you’d complete the geometry coursework so soon, or do so well.”
She is not certain