The Seven Deadly Sins

Chapter 25 - Whiskey

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Tuesday 10th 

As (Y/n) strolled the halls, people glanced at her, muttering stories that they have heard. Great, it seems to be people found out she too was questioned by the police and are now coming up with ludicrous theories as to how she could be involved in all of this. The bastard probably just ran away from home or something, that's what (Y/n) told herself as a form of comfort, unease at this newfound attention.

"Hey (Y/n)." She turned around and Jonathan was there, a slight smile on his face as he was tugging on the strap of his backpack.

"Uh, hi." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You doing alright?" He had observed the halls and noticed the tense attitude.

"Uh." (Y/n) laughed sardonically, "I'm doing fine, things are just... weird, you know?"

"Yeah, well, I heard from one of your classmates that a police officer asked for you during a lesson, so... now people are just making assumptions."

"I figured." She muttered under her breath.

"Hey, if you asked me, dude probably just ran away and didn't tell anyone." At least there were other people to assure her assumptions.

"Yeah, and what if not, what if something bad actually happened?"

Jon placed his hand on her back as they walked down the hall, "Listen, it's not like we can do anything about it, so we shouldn't force ourselves to worry too much, plus." He stopped walking, looking left and right before he leaned down and whispered, "He was a dick."

"Jonathan!" She whispered-shouted, punching his shoulder lightly, "You can't say things like that."

"It's true." He put his hands up in self-defence, "He punched you to the ground."

"Yeah, and now the police think I might've killed him out of some petty revenge because of that." Her brows raised to the sky as it reminded her of the situation she was in.

"Hey (Y/n)." Elias appeared from the corner.

"Elias, hi." (Y/n) sighed, a noticeable frown on her face.

"What's wrong?" He joined in on their walk, ignoring Jonathan's glare.

"Oh? Am I being that obvious?" (Y/n) would have to work on that, "It's just, with everything going on, I was questioned by the police and now everything thinks I might've killed him or something."

Elias pondered a thought, gazing around to notice everyone else's lingers, "the police think you're involved, why?"

"Some sort of act of revenge, I guess, dude did hit me, though Lieutenant Kennedy seems to have some other theories."

"Oh, like what?"

"That someone took care of him because of me, which is just silly."

"Is it that silly?" Elias shrugged his shoulder, "People have committed worser crimes for lesser reasons."

"Yeah, but-," (Y/n) stopped walking, putting her hands up at the preposterous notion, "I don't know anyone who would be that fervent to defend my honour, or anyone psycho anyone to go as far as kidnap a dude over something so minor."

"Well, you never know." Jon pushed himself in between the space Elias has invaded, "psychos tend to mask their true nature well." No one could see the scowl on Elias' face as it was facing Jonathan's back.

"I gotta run, I'll see you later, (Y/n)." He walked away, Jonathan glaring holes into his jacket until he was out of sight.

"What's your problem?" (Y/n) snickered, Elias was harmless enough, but he seemed to have a problem with him.