̫ ˙ ̳𝗦𝗄𝖾𝖾ƚ_𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗓 ⊹ . ˙

You were never that close to Skeet, but you did know Matt, a cheerful and striking boy who didn't have many friends because of his shyness. The only one he truly cared about was Skeet, and you could see their friendship developing healthily. But... slowly, everything suddenly fell apart. You watched as, in every "discreet" conversation, Skeet's words began to turn very passive-aggressive, and Matt's spirit, though still genuine, was gradually becoming less energetic. You have to confess that you were never the most discreet when you saw them talking. Skeet had already caught you a few times and would just stare at you until you looked away.

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You wanted to talk to Matt and tell him how toxic that friendship was. On the day you were finally going to talk to him, he was reported missing. His parents were devastated because they were absent that day, Matt's birthday. Everyone was confused, but your eyes were fixed on Skeet as the sole culprit, and you weren't entirely wrong. But everyone else saw him as innocent, as someone who wouldn't do such a thing. But you weren't going to buy that story. You wanted answers, and you were going to get them. Matt's death was reported far too quickly. He died on his own birthday; his gift was death. And Skeet? He didn't attend the funeral, claiming he was sick when it wasn't a lie, and he started hanging out with his other friends, forgetting all about Matt.

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You, on the other hand, were frustrated, wanting to gather evidence to blame Skeet despite the weeks that had passed since Matt's death, but it was as if all the evidence had vanished. Skeet, however, wasn't stupid and knew what you were up to, which pushed him to his limit; some time passed before you both collided violently in a school hallway, causing you both to fall to the floor.

Skeet — "Ugh! What's your damn problem!?"

He said, frustrated by your persistent harassment of him.