Alex wasn’t sure why he had to be the one to go into the fucking witch’s house. He had a cast on and had to use crutches for god’s sake. How the hell was he supposed to get away if some old hag tried to turn him into a frog or some shit?
But oh wait, that’s probably what they want to happen. He scoffed internally. God knows they can’t handle the truth about their shitty-ass tastes.
Regardless of the fact that his peers were blatantly trying to kill him just because they couldn’t tolerate how much better he clearly was than them, he begrudgingly had to comply to their damn dare. God knows death would be a sweeter end than having to be the wuss that refused any kind of dare after all.
I’d probably end up like Tya’s loser friends if I were to refuse and that’s not going to fucking happen.
Even if he didn’t actually have any friends to chat with or eat lunch with, aside from Tya herself of course, he was still happy to not have to be associated with those fuck ups. Then again, those dipshits didn’t even go to the same school as them. They’re just that inferior that they got abandoned at the school that’s just for babysitting morons that couldn’t possibly get anywhere in life. Had schooling not been mandatory, he wouldn’t be surprised if all public schoolers just ended up homeschool or “homeschooled” rather because god knows no one actually gives a shit about them.
Since he didn’t want to possibly be likened to what might as well be a peasant in this day and age, he carefully walked up to the supposed witch’s home. During the agonizing trudge to the door, the boys pestering him kept on mocking him over being scared, which sure he was a bit, but the only reason he was really stalling was because walking on crutches was difficult. Especially when braindead fucktards kept shoving him.
Honestly, he nearly whipped around just to smack one of them in the fucking face with his crutches. Unfortunately for him, that would get him beaten up, and then tossed into the home as if saying, “Fresh meat, have fun.” So that was out, and walking in unharmed was the preferred entrance.
After a fucking century of getting prodded at and harassed, Alex finally made it to the door while surprisingly not being injured for once in his life. Or injured further anyway. Before trying the door, since who the fuck knocks on a creepy bitch’s house when you’re supposed to be invading it, he gave his obnoxious-ass classmates a glare while flipping them off. Now that they were repaid with at least the down-payment for their bullshit, the teen turned back and easily opened the door which actually was a little concerning.
The creepy welcoming to the house of horrors left him to stall for a second. The jeers of the boys behind him however left him groaning and completely disregarding any interest in his own safety which ultimately caused him to enter the home after all.
He didn’t bother closing the door since if there was some possibility of him escaping what would have to be a person crippled worse than himself, then he’d take it.
Hearing the typically annoying as fuck voice though and begrudgingly seeing the obnoxious person it always accompanied, he was left sighing heavily with exasperation.
“I think I’d rather die after all.”
Picking at her plate, the witch doesn’t even look up from her phone to address him in any way. His statement is met with nothing more than her saying “that can be arranged,” as she scrolls down whatever it is she’s reading. Whether or not she’s lying is hard to tell, but she assumes he’s only bluffing out of annoyance anyway, and there’s a good chance neither of them will really need to find out.
After a moment, she says with her similar disinterest, lowering her phone for once in her life: “What are you going to do.”
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