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Kieran’s ‘you’re lucky I didn’t take your head off’ comment educed an arrogant chuckle from the jock. “Bro, I got insane reflex, any harder and I would have dodged it…” bullshit glimmered in dark eyes which then turned to anxiety after Kieran produced a gun from his backside. “Yo what the hell, man… A gun? Seriously?” Jake took a step back, his heart racing, but then something new filled his veins – excitement. “Where did you get that thing?” at first the question seemed logical until Jake remembered Brooke telling everyone that he was the Sheriff’s son. Brooke had a way of putting her nose –her entire face– into everyone else’s business. “You gonna use it?” as obnoxious and reckless as Jake could be, he wasn’t sure if a gun was appropriate. If they were to get caught they would be doing some hard time. Jake was getting déjà vu from when he lured Brooke’s dad into an abandon car and threatened him with a knife for $100, 000 cash. Jake liked to believe he wasn’t that same guy anymore. He had pledged with Brooke to be a better person, and though he meant it, Jake didn’t know how else to take care of the problem that was Stavo Acosta. “Can I see it?” a leather glove extended for the pistol. “C’mon, I’m not gonna shoot myself in the nads. I know how to work a gun,” another lie. Jake never touched a gun before. But, he always wanted to. His father didn’t keep a gun and his Latina mother would have a la vaca if he did.

“Brooke?” the name hit the air like winter. “Brooke, you out here?” Stavo called again. Jake cringed, pulling Kieran back into the shadows. “Yo, put this on or else we both get suspended when the narc rats.” Jake had two plastic skull masks; the same ones he used with Will last year. Jake slipped his on and then pulled his hood over the rest of his head. “Brooke, I got your note. Look, I don’t know if this…” Jake steps out first; his tall shadow looming. 

Frantic, Stavo begun backing up, but thuds against the wall that was Kieran. After getting a couple of calls from this Ghostface killer, Jake went ahead and purchased a similar voice changer off the internet. He raised it to the mask and spoke into the box, “Surprise! —No Brooke. Just us.” Jake stepped closer. “Where’s the pad? You know, the one you keep scribbling on while staring all dead-eyed at me and my friends? —Cough it up.” When Stavo hesitated, Jake aggressively ripped the school bag from Stavo’s shoulder and emptied the contents out onto the ground. In the pile was the white tablet, face-up, reflecting the moon. Jake bent down to pick it up, and Stavo went in for the attack.

Kieran’s eyes narrowed for half a second as he attempted to process Jake’s claim, perhaps next time he’d make an effort to hit him harder then, to ensure that Jake would dodge it, of course. “My Dad” he offered as Jake’s eyes settled on the weapon. He paused a moment, thinking, eyes darting down to the barrel of the gun before returning to Jake’s gaze “Only to scare him- if I have to” he said, making it clear that it was a backup plan at best. “Just don’t point it this way” he warned, allowing the barrel of the gun to dip, pointing downward as he handed the piece to Jake, offering the grip to the other male.

A quick breath inward, drying Kieran’s throat when he heard the sound of Stavo calling out to the absent Brooke. “Quick” he uttered, following Jake’s lead and grasping with clumsy hands at the mask, sliding it over his face and throwing his hood over his head before he could even see what sort of pattern decorated the disguise. He waited for a beat, watching to see how Jake handled himself and following suit precisely, keeping a step or two behind the other male. From over Jake’s shoulder, Kieran maintained constant eye contact with Stavo, making sure he was ready to react immediately should their guest choose to retaliate. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest but he remained silent, long legs upright and back straight, watching the scene play out. He couldn’t help but feel as if Jake was suspiciously adept at this, had he done it before? If so, why?

Stavo’s backpack fell to the ground with a heavy thud and Kieran knew instantly that the tablet must have been in there, at least there would be some reward at the end of all of these theatrics. He remained stoic, boots glued to the dusty earth beneath him as Jake rummaged through the bag. He’d made an error, he’d allowed his gaze to fall onto the backpack instead of keeping it on Stavo and in half a millisecond, it seemed, Stavo was throwing himself at Jake. Kieran launched at Stavo, palms open he threw his weight into his target, forcing him to stumble backwards with a heavy shove to the shoulders. “Take it easy, you’re our numbered” he cautioned authoritatively, his voice gravely as he found his balance once more and stood his ground between Jake and Stavo.

Kieran’s shoulder remained pressed against the cool bay of lockers behind him as he filtered through messages on his phone, killing time before he and Jake were to meet. The plan was clear, intelligent even if Kieran was willing to attribute that sort of adjective to Jake. He could feel bass pulsing through the concrete beneath the soles of his boots, even before Jake was in sight. It would have been foolish to assume that anybody else would make such a grand entrance and so Kieran prepared himself, sliding his cell phone back into his pocket and correcting his posture, his long spine straightening as he lifted his chin to catch a glimpse of Jake’s car- except that it wasn’t Jake’s car, or was it? Could this guy possibly have purchased a brand new car to replace is other seemingly brand new car within less than 24 hours? Kieran chuckled to himself, stranger things had happened he supposed and this was Jake Fitzgerald after all. You could predict that he’d have something vulgar to say, you could predict that he’d follow it with a look of complete and utter self-satisfaction but other than that, Jake was incalculable. 

“I don’t chicken out” Kieran assured his accomplice without hesitation if nothing else but to distance himself from Will as far as possible. Kieran was not Will, he wouldn’t be Will and the two wouldn’t share anything in common if not for Emma. Kieran hoped she knew that. He smirked to himself as Jake insulted his best friend, Kieran couldn’t disagree with the statement but chose to say nothing on the matter, instead opting to read over Jake’s literary works in silence. He scanned the letter, eyes darting from side to side as he kept his fingers crossed in hope that Jake knew how to operate spell-check. A neatly trimmed eyebrow quirked in a curious manner a he looked up from the page and back to the other male “B? Brooke?” he asked, he didn’t quite understand the connection but doubted it would be hard to lure any young Riverwood boy to an afterschool meeting with Brooke Maddox, it was a solid bait. “You sure she’s not gonna castrate you for that?” he asked, folding the piece of paper and handing it back to its’ author, a light chuckle trailing his words.

Jake seemed perfectly pleased with his logic and in truth, Kieran didn’t have much to say against it, if Jake had a personal vendetta, Kieran was all for it, as long as it didn’t come back to bite him. He watched as the note disappeared into the locker, it was too late to turn back now and Kieran felt confident in their ploy. “So that’s it.” he announced, it seemed fitting as the page hit the bottom of the locker with a ‘chink’. Though Jake’s rhetoric was nearly impossible to keep up with at times, Kieran couldn’t help but find some amusement in the way he operated, dare say he was warming up to the guy. He offered him a bro hug of sorts, a brief clasp of the hand and a shoulder bump to conclude their business. “Catch you, man” he signed off with a nod of his head.

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It wasn’t unusual for Kieran to dress in dark colors, a pair of slim black jeans, worn black boots and a simple leather jacket to match was a go-to combination when the young male was lacking inspiration. On this particular afternoon, however, it served a protective purpose. As clouds masked the moonlight, a chill filled the air of Riverwood and Kieran’s dark clothing allowed him to sink seamlessly into the shadows as he waiting for Jake to arrive. He peered into the darkness, seemingly early and alone, focusing just a little too intently on the gravel in front of him to anticipate Jake’s entrance. Instinctively he threw a fist, meeting with the nearest part of Jake’s jaw with a hefty whop behind it. “Shit! What the hell, man?” Kieran almost squeaked as he stepped back from Jake, catching his balance. “Jesus, you’re lucky I didn’t take your head off.” he chided, a little breathlessly as he pulled a handgun from the back of his jeans, to show Jake how much worse it could have been had he been wielding it at the time.

@kieran-wilcox

Childish Gambino filled the school’s parking lot as Jake rolled up in his new 2017 Ford F-450. A very noticeable difference from the F-250 that sat in the parking lot yesterday. The behemoth had hit its growth spurt. If people thought Jake was showing off before –he had just doubled in his efforts to tell everyone he was better than them. With his new truck, was new swag; dropping down onto the rubber soles of floral print Gucci sneakers, he adjusted his Nike gym bag on his shoulder. And, In true douche fashion, he strolled up to the school in his floral polo with his dark, latin hair slicked and shined. “Yo!” Jake called out to the loner standing by the row of lockers, like some stray dog, sniffin’ around for scraps. “Thought you might have chickened out,” a slow smile danced at the corners of succulent lips, “Glad to see your balls aren’t deflated like Will’s.” he couldn’t help but to take a jab at his best friend, not because he didn’t like him, but because Will should have been doing this with him and not Kieran. And, if Will ever found out that not only Emma was swooning over the newcomer but Jake, too, he’d be toast. “This is Creepy’s locker, right?” Jake tapped his silver rings against the steel door numbered #03. “I wrote somethin’ up last night and printed it out—“ tan fingers produce a folded up piece of paper “— Check it out, it’s legit AF”  

‘Gustavo, I know you’ve been watching me and I’m embarrassed to say this out loud so I wrote it down, I like you, and I hope that’s why you’ve been watching me. Please meet me after school by sweetwater river. Secretly yours, B’

“To clear up any confusion, Stavo has been eyeing my girl for days. Brooke told me not to say anything to him. Said he was just some creep. But, c’mon. I gotta send a message. Plus, we get the pad. Two birds, one Jake. Know what I mean?” without waiting for a response, he slipped the folded up piece of paper into one of the slits. He bites down onto the plush of his lower lip, holding back a grin. “Did you hoof it today? Cash me ousside if you don’t have a ride after school. Then, its GAME ON.” his tongue brushed along the insides of his teeth, giving the other boy a few playful jabs to psyche him up. “A’ight, bro. Imma bounce.” Jake began walking off but then stopped and turned around more seriously, “Hey!’ he called out, “… don’t be late.” The hardened look on his face softened back up after a tick, then, he was back to smiling like some DC villain.

Later that night, Jake waited for Kieran in the shadow of some gathered trees. The moon was out, reflecting off the dark water. Jake had two beers in his hand, one for himself and one for Kieran. However, when he saw Kieran approaching the river he couldn’t help himself – he ducked down and snuck around some brushes before jumping out at Kieran, “BOO, BITCH!” he screamed from behind – what he wasn’t expecting was to get popped in the face. “—Ow! —Son of a bitch!” Jake scuffled back some, holding a numb mouth. “Yo, my dentist loves me. Don’t ruin that bromance, man. Not cool.” a short pause as his tongue glides over the front row of his teeth, there was no taste of blood, so there was no foul, “No blood, no foul, right?” handing a beer his way, Jake slung an arm over leather clad shoulders, “He’ll be here soon. Trust me, I can feel it my balls.”

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Emma could feel her heart slow down, herself relaxing into Kieran. She nodded, a small movement, pressing her lips together. “Yeah. I think that would be a good idea.” She tried to push her memories to the side to focus on him and only him; she needed to practice compartmentalizing if she wanted to be able to survive this. “What kind of blowing-steam-activity did you have in mind?”

Kieran was relieved by Emma’s confirmation and offered a small smile in return. “Do you want me to ruin the surprise or are you willing to trust me?” he questioned, a bold approach at a time like this but he was hopeful. He liked to think he’d demonstrated his character to Emma clearly by now and that he was somebody she could rely on comfortably.

quintessentialsurvivor:

A sigh accompanied a small shrug. “God, I hope so.” She rubbed her hand over her face before leaning slightly into Kieran, a movement that was almost unconscious. She wasn’t totally sure if it would be welcome, but maybe it was time to take chances. (Especially after Will.)

Kieran’s shifted his arm to fit comfortably around Emma as she leant ever so slightly into him. The warmth of her body on his was comforting and he hoped he could offer her some comfort too, despite the circumstances. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying not to think about what they had witnessed that evening. “I found this place in the woods, a clearing, it’s a nice place to blow off some steam. Maybe we could hang out for a little while, get away from all of this and clear our heads some.”

quintessentialsurvivor:

“This is just…way too much to handle.” She almost felt like her simple statement was that: too simple. A major understatement. Three people were dead. It didn’t seem real.

“It’s going to be okay, surely the worst is over. The cops are going into overdrive trying to put and end to all of this, you don’t have to worry.”

callmekevink:

“Everyone’s listening. I gossip, that’s how I get by. I have all of the information for everyone, so no one bats an eye.”

“I’d love to know how somebody gets into a position like that but I’m sure you’d never tell.”

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Emily smiled. “Administration? Kinks in enrollment?” She knew he was fairly new, and couldn’t help but be curious. “Yeah, small town syndrome is what my dad calls it. You aren’t much of anything if you don’t play.” She rolled her eyes, laughing at her own sarcasm. “Do you like the team?”

“Yep, as expected. They sent my paperwork to the wrong address and expected my to have figured that out before my first day of class. They could have mentioned that there was paperwork on the way, he might have anticipated it a little better.”

“It’s- yeah, it’s okay. The guys are nice enough and Archie seems to think we’ve got a shot at a good reason which helps. So, what about you? Why swimming?” 

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“Oh.. my dad brought me here this morning and he’ll get me in a little bit, so I might not be able to help you here.”

“That’s cool of him. My Dad works pretty weird hours sometimes so it’s too difficult trying to coordinate with him. Usually, it’s no problem, you know unless I decide to act like a bone-head and lose my keys.”

“I’m Kieran, by the way. I think I know your friend Spencer.”

porcelainsecret:

A part of her all but expected him to finish his inquiry with a line about Allison. She even brought herself to full height to steel herself against it, but it never came. It took Emily a moment to respond, before, “Oh, yeah, I’m on the team,” she responded a bit distracted. “Have you seen a meet?”

“Not yet but I’d like to, I got to school pretty early to organise some things with administration and found myself with nothing to do so I wandered over to the pool to see who was practising. I remember seeing you and somebody calling out your name. People seem pretty big on athletics around here, I guess that’s part of the reason I joined the football team.”

mcrins:

“Are you gonna eat that?” Yes - she’d finished her salad. No, that didn’t mean she was done.

“Still hungry after that salad? I’m not really surprised. The idea of coming to a place like this and only ordering a salad kind of sounds like torture to me.” he reasoned, shifting his plate slightly, inviting Hanna to enjoy as much as she liked of the dish he’d ordered. “I’m thinking about asking for a dessert menu too, you in?”

Scream Week » Day One: Favorite Character. ↳ Kieran Wilcox.

“I texted [Kieran] to apologize, and all he responded with was haha.”

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“Yeah? It’s not rocket-science. It’s called, “show me your damn pad, Stavo”. Trust, me, that guy…. he’ll be shitting his brown-bag lunch in his pants. He’ll just fork it over. And, if he doesn’t—then, I got a plan J. Physical force.” tongue clicks, smirk forming across latin features, “You dig, hombre?”

“How are we going to get him alone? I say we lure him, leave a note on his locker or something. A freak like that, he couldn’t resist something a little ghoulish. Tell him to meet us by the lake, nobody’s going to hear us out there and sure as hell nobody’s going to believe him if he says it was us roughing him up.”