"How can anyone get it that wrong?! It doesn't even sound like heaven! Honestly, cover teacher's baffle me man" 17 – year – old Devin Matthews burst through the door to the school and out into the freedom of the car park but this time not to get into his car.
"Does a bit," Joe, his boyfriend, reasoned only slightly struggling to keep up with his strides due to his, only slightly, shorter legs. "Devin… Heaven"
"Don't you start," the ginger haired Devin turned and resided to walking backwards in order to keep up the conversation with the other, "And! She tried to give me a detention for being late when I got there at the same time you always do! Which is ridiculously early!"
"Was five minutes early Dev"
"Whatever, was still five minutes before I needed to be there!" He turned back around and smacked straight into the back of a black haired woman who was staring aimlessly across the road.
"Oh shit-..s-sorry," He said.
Devin used to have a stutter, quite a bad one but it was nothing that a few drama lessons and years of relentless bullying couldn't knock out of him, nowadays he was one of the cool ones, one of the bullies even sometimes so this slip of the tongue or rather jam of the tongue wasn't usual for him, there was something about her, he didn't quite like.
The woman looked down on him, well, in a literal sense she was looking up but her entire demeanour made it feel like she was bigger than him, between the three of them it was now established that she was the one with the power. She called the shots.
'pretty' she thought to herself while looking at the boy, she had perverted thoughts too. Ciara stared deeply at him, judging how he looked, judging his stutter, she had gotten the ick. She was no longer interested. She hates people that can't speak properly, she was in her mid to late 30s, yet still looked youthful.
She could pass for 25, she often does and doesn't correct others because she likes her men and women younger. A dream for her would be to be in a club with a freshly 18 year old being a mere puppet at her hands. Maybe that's why she worked in a school for so many years. Telling these young people what to do, punishing them for not listening to her, it's easy to manipulate a child in a broken system. That's england for you.
"You should be." She blankly responded to the boy that in all honesty, could've been more careful and more aware of his surroundings.
Devin was an army cadet and a rugby player and a football player and captain of capture the flag whenever sixth form games happened, which was really not as often as he'd have liked, which meant he didn't back down easily and was used to being the biggest in the room so the way his body reacted had nothing to do with fear I'll have you know, it was just….shock. Yeah that's it, he recoiled in shock as the stranger, who'd been standing in the road anyway so technically it was her fault he thought, looked on at him with contempt, "I-..I'm sorry?"
"I mean. I should hope you'd be sorry after smacking into me like that. Jesus, maybe think about other people? i don't know, with how tall you are you need to acknowledge the small people like us."
Ciara kept her blank and cold tone, it was quickly established that she was not trying to be bitchy. That is just her normal way of speaking. She used to sound bubbly and would yell a lot, very expressive of her emotions, in loving romantic gestures or she took a brutal violent approach. Now she never yells, she rarely smiles, prison changed her. For the worse of her mental health, but for the better and safety of others. One thing you have to understand, is that this woman is a danger to society and if it were up to you or any other civilian she would have rotted in prison for eternity.
This woman is not meant to be a friend, nor mother, nor lover. Not even family.
"I mean. Why aren't you both in school?" She said with a slightly raised eyebrow, this is the most motherly concern she's shown for another human being in years.
He just stood there, blinking at her for a moment, was she for real? Who talks to people like this? Just say sorry and move on, he thought but nothing came out. Recognising that his boyfriend was drawing a blank here, Joe stepped forward to get her attention. Standing at 5'6, he might not be as big as either of them but he's always willing to help or at least offer an answer.
"It's half past three?" Joe said like it was obvious but still maintaining a level of respect, he was good at that, years of debate club with homophones will at least give you that skill.
"Oh. Didn't notice. Anyway, you lot know how to get to Saint Ignes Road? my satnavs being a bitch"
Her car was parked near Devs, she didn't work at the school, fun fact!! she's not allowed within 500 feet of any school!!
She was just using it for free parking because those fucking double yellow lines take the piss and the government didn't think she deserved a disability badge. Ciara did argue her case by saying that since the jury during her police investigation said that she was too mentally unstable and insane to even be driving a car but she still passed her test that it should atleast grant her that.
Well. The jury laughed in her face. And that was that.
That sounds insane, but that's the type of person that Ciara is- was- we're not sure. Growing up as a white pretty popular girl that has never been told 'no' a day in her life can fuel that girl with such delusion. Especially if you get away with so many horrible things like she has.
Actually, she is still that type of person. This woman did not even ask for these boys names or ages before sexualising them in her mind and then asking them for directions.
Oh, and Ciara has no plan to ask about them either. She doesn't care. Her worries only extend to herself, she will throw anyone under the bus if it means she will be okay.
"No, sorry…." Dev said finally snapping out of it taking Joe's hand in his own and moving past her, he didn't like her, he didn't want to be around her, he didn't want Joe to be around her and he didn't actually know where ignes road was, they got about half a street away before Joe pulled his hand back looking ready to protest
"HEY!! i know where that is!! that's where the fire happened right?!"
It's like ciara's prayers had been answered
"Yes!! the fucking fire!! THANK YOU. People looked at me like i was insane- they were like "which fire" LIKE. THE ONE ON THE NEWS?! then they'd say- "yeah. which one" LIKE?!"
This is the most expressive she's been in a while. She's been looking for literal hours, the fire happened early morning, hit the news at like 7am, and she's been looking ever since. She needed to know what the fuck happened and she needed to know if a certain someone was dead or alive.
This is the happiest she's been in years. Someone was going to help her get her back to that house.
"Shit dude!! it's one of my long time friends houses- we got off on the wrong foot but i gotta check if he's alive- can you take me?! please?!" a monotone voice quickly turned to a desperate pleading one.
All fake. Just another example of her manipulating children. She had no friend at that house, she had other thoughts in mind.
This was a lot to take in for Devin, he thought they were home and dry, away from this woman who was really getting on his fucking nerves now, and what fire?!
"Joe? What're you on about? She can find it herself come on," he tried his best to tug at Joe's hand but Joe's compassion is fierce and Ciara is convincing.
"We gotta help her come on!! She has to see if her mates okay you heard her!!"
Ciara sighed, looking down at the floor, now she just has to manipulate Devin. She's done this to boys like him before, his name was brad, an asshole that doesn't really take shit. Those always end up to pair with the bubbly charismatic sweet ones. All she had to do was get into his head
"Look, you don't have to help me. but. There's a boy there. a young one- he's like- 14 almost 15. Hes a year 10 here and he got caught up in the fire, my friends son. i just gotta check if the families alright. that's it. Haven't been to the house in a while so i can't remember where it is exactly but i know the street name just please. I wouldn't be here asking if it wasn't important."
With the more rowdy boys, you gotta make them feel important. You gotta tell them what they wanna hear, hell, if Robin heard this he would not give a shit. But if Ciara spoke to him like he was the only one that could help her, the only one she could truly depend on and speak to, well. He would do anything she asked. And that is why she's so dangerous.
Manipulating people is a skill she mastered before she was even 4 years old. Every single person in her life is a victim to it, and well, that's how it's always gonna be.
Or so she thinks, Dev doesn't give a fuck about her or what she has to say or whatever plight she or her so called family friend is in all he cares about is the fact that Joe's hand is now the one tugging on his in the direction of Saint Ignes Road and well, he sure as hell isn't letting him go anywhere with her alone.