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"Well aren't you a sneaky little whore." The brunette sneered as I groaned in reply, my method of tip toeing didn't serve me an ounce of justice.

I faced the smaller latina whom was attired in her usual workout outfit; arms crossed and eyes piercing into my own.

"Tell me, Mani, who was it this time? Hmm." She taunted, proceeding closer towards me. "Jake? Arin? Or better yet...Mr.Harrington."

"Nobody, Camila." I bit my lip from spilling out the words I truly wanted to say but I couldn't. Not now.

Karla Camila Cabello Estraboa was your stereotypical leader of a sorority. Rich, impeccably beautiful, and was the type of girl whom chose crop tops, jeans, and mini skirts over anything else. The young Cuban was powerful indeed as her father owned an enormous quantity of buildings in Miami, including the very school I was attending. Camila's perfect on the outside without any sort of flaw but vicious on the inside.

She clicked her tongue disapprovingly before venturing the other way; her ponytail swaying with every step she made. I ascended the small stairwell towards my living area and I entered the homely room to be met by my shorter roommate. Ally was a senior in college, marking her as the oldest in our sorority, Alpha Delta Pi. Her humbleness and compassion made me actually believe the meaning of our name even with all of its flaws accompanying it; friendship, sincerity, truth, beauty, and strength.

"Morning, ManiBear!" My roommate greeted with a smile etched across her lips as she halted her task of studying. "How was your night?"

The question resulted in me resting my hand on my forehead as my headache was almost protruding out of my skull. "Rough, remind me to never drink at a party again."

"Noted."

I slumped onto my mattress, head buried deep into my pillow before I looked up to meet her eyes. "I didn't do anything stupid, right Alls?"

"Well no unless stupid means running around the hallways of the fraternity half naked, causing two fights, and kissing Lauren right in front of Camila Cabello herself."

"I kissed Lauren Jauregui? As in Karla's girlfriend?!" I sighed heavily, sitting up to then rest my face in the palm of my hands. "No wonder she hates me more than she did yesterday."

"Hey, relax. She was as drunk as you were last night. There's no possibility that she could recall that."

I nodded my head before my eyes wandered towards my digital clock on my dresser; my eyes widening and myself now throwing on a sweater.

"Shit! I'm late for class."

Those were my last words before I darted out of the room, backpack half off my shoulder as I trekked down the campus.
-
I was seated in the back of his classroom, pen touching my lip as I observed what Mr.John was scribbling across the board and I copied the notes down.

"You left in quite a rush this morning." A familiar feminine voice caused me to halt my actions, freezing under her icy gaze. "I bet you don't even remember my name."

The blonde chuckled at my lousy attempt of recalling her name. "Dinah? Right?"

"Well it seems as though the princess does listen to anything except what Camila barks at her."

I surreptitiously pulled her closer towards me, being aware that my peers were fully engaged with the lesson at hand and not our conversation.

"Listen, Dinah. I want you to keep what ever happened between us last night a sec-"

"Nothing happened between us." Her voice rung with sincerity and I stared at the blonde in disbelief.

"You mean we didn't..."

"No, I promise you that I took you to my dorm and I left you to sleep on my bed; I took Ashley's as I knew she wouldn't be back that night."

I suppressed a steady breath, thankful that the beautiful Polynesian didn't take advantage of me in my most vulnerable state of mind.

"I appreciate that very much so, Dinah, we need more people like you."
I sent her a small smile which she reciprocated.

The class continued on with the same lack of enthusiasm that I always had when sitting through the middle aged man's lecture. However, this time it was different thanks to the golden brown orbs owned by the blonde haired Polynesian that never ceased to falter from my own.
-
The air smelled of nicotine and bad decisions that fused itself into one upon mingling. A body was molded into another; skin to skin and skin to leather. The brunette female smirked against the lips of her raven haired lover knowing all too well that the latter was wrapped around her finger. Lauren sat up, pulling Camila into her lap as the younger Latina continued to worked herself against the other; the friction coursing between their lower bodies becoming enticingly delicious. Karla's head lulled to side as she released an obscene moan filled of exclusive insight to those on the outside world.

"Fuck...Mila," The raspiness in the Cuban woman's voice intensified, a growl erupting from her throat as she felt the heat of desire and need course from her heart to then erupt in her stomach.

"I feel it baby..oh fuck..I'm going to come, Lauren!"

Her dress was scrunched up against her abdomen as she rode out her orgasm while the emerald eyed female held onto her trembling thighs for support. Karla spilled out on her girlfriend's bare thighs and the pleasure of it all caused the older girl to release shortly afterwards. Camila collapsed onto Lauren's chest, letting the smell of the latter's perfume encase her mind with soothing thoughts. There was no other place she wanted to be at the moment.

Lauren moved to clean them both up; ridding them both of the white substance that was displayed upon them before it dried. Afterwards, she moved to place the cuban brunette's head onto her shoulder, kissing her forehead lightly. She used to never be like this. Lauren was never the type to stay with the person after she had her way with them. The Latina was your usual fuckgirl; going from one poor soul to the next. But, she then met Camila, a beautiful girl who turned her eye rolls to looks of admiration, who turned her rough sex to soft, and who turned her cold heart to warm and filled with compassion. The college student couldn't fathom how the sorority leader managed to do the impossible but that same mystery was what kept Lauren hooked on her majestic girlfriend.

"Lauren" Camila spoke, voice smaller than usual as she peered up at her lover with her big, brown orbs.

"Yes?"

"I-I love you."

The statement took the girl aback as she wasn't expecting the latter to ever utter those words, well at least not anytime soon. That particular type of intimacy was foreign between them. Sure, the duo had been dating for six months now but they never reached the peak of saying those mere three words as it contained something far more deep than the two could muster.

Lauren mouth hung ajar, rapidly searching for anything to say back to her awaiting girlfriend but she couldn't. She was scared, no frightened by commitment as it reminded her of the love that she once before with a certain female from her past. She never shared that part of her history with Camila although it's the key to explaining why she is the person that she is today but she couldn't bring herself to do so. It hurt like the pits of hell to think and talk about.

The sound of her ringtone broke the awkwardness that once lingered in the air and Lauren silently thanked whomever may be on the other end of the call for getting her out of that situation. But, she should've known better then to thank someone so much. Camila grabbed the woman's phone, pupils dilating immensely at the name that appeared on the screen and soon her delicate features turned hard.

"So this is why you couldn't say, 'I love you', back? Because you still have this bitch feening for you when she knows damn well that you're mine?!"

"What are you talking about, Camila?"

"Kendall." The petite brunette shoved the phone into the older girl's view before for removing herself off of her lap; moving to sit beside her as she threw on her discarded underwear.

"Baby, come on you know that I'm through with her." Lauren attempted to reach for the ferocious cheer captain's hand but failed miserably when her own got slapped away.

"Well apparently she doesn't."

The brunette scoffed as she continued fixed her disarrayed dress and hair while the raven haired woman continued to plead for her understanding but all she got was the state of being ignored by the other.

"Camila, you know that I would never do anything to hurt you so why won't you just listen to me!" Anger had risen in the older Latina's voice as she was done with the petty bullshit that Camila can't seem to get over which causes most of their disputes.

"Why?" Camila suppressed a low chuckle mid putting on one of her shoes. "Why, Lauren? Because I can't say with assurance that you won't screw around behind my back. I mean you fucking kissed a member of my sorority behind my back!"

"Normani? Are you fucking kidding me, Camila? You know that she was the one who kissed me and it wasn't even purposefully!"

"But, you chose to kiss her back!" Camila sat with her arms folded as her fierce brown orbs met green ones that shared the same amount of rage and intensity.

"You know what, Karla, I'm done with your insecure bullshit. You're just pissed off because I'm something in your life that isn't fully wrapped around your spoiled little finger. That if I wanted to, I could go and fuck anyone under the sun right now," Lauren grimaced while Camila seethed, fighting hard to hold back the tears that were forming in her eyes. "Just like, Normani."

With those last words, a hand met the heated flesh of Lauren's face. The green eyed woman clutching onto it as the brunette fumed in anger; throwing on her other shoe before exiting the car.

"Yeah, that's what I thought! Run off to your daddy, princess, he didn't want you with me anyways!"
-
It was dark out, the cool, night's air raising the thin hairs on her exposed neck; causing chills to grace her petite frame. She's always taken the small path through the center on the woods as a shortcut to her sorority as it helped hide her night and gave her the access to surreptitiously get inside the building without being detected. However, this night felt different, an ominous tone lingering in the air. Her venture into the woods normally had life radiating in it; crickets chirping happily and owls hooting in the trees. But peculiarly, everything was still that night; an ominous tone encumbering the vicinity rather than it's usual joyful atmosphere.

Karla continued to proceed forward, the heels of her boots crunching against the fallen autumn leaves that were scattered along the trail. She was huffing in and out because of exhaustion but also hurt, hurt from the words that her lover said to her. The brunette cuban wasn't always like this; jealous hearted and possessive but she morphed into this persona after her adversary, the previous president of the sorority, claimed her absence after an accident happened to her a couple of years ago. She realized that this newfound position of hers would call for her to be strong, dominating, and ruthless. Camila learned to control her own life and choices but Lauren was the downfall of her reigning superiority.

"Camila!" The voice was all too familiar to the latina, the husky but feminine tone traveled through the air; entering her ear drums.

"Leave me the fuck alone, Lauren." Karla continued on; boots crushing the leaves beneath it.

"Babe, listen to me...Camila stop!" The emerald eyed cuban's fingers curled around her girlfriend's bare arm before grabbing her hand; causing the latter to halt her footsteps and whip around, eyes boring into the other's.

"What, Lauren! What is it that you possibly have to say to-" The sorority president's words ceased upon the dampness that appeared on her's and Lauren's laced hands.

"Is it raining?" Lauren questioned before peering down.

"I don't think that water is naturally red."

The duo peered up, high pitched screams erupting from their lungs as they saw the beginning to their end. A girl was strung up to a tree, stab wounds protruding from her small frame with lifeless pupils that once begged for mercy.
-
Police cars were scattered along the campus; yellow cautionary tape encasing the vicinity to stop any presence of wandering across that border.

"Daniella Perkins." The pink haired drug dealer spoke, her voice nearly muffled due to the lollipop that stayed snuggly in her mouth. "Serves her right for double crossing me like that."

"Do you mind enlightening us about exactly what she did to you, Ashley." Yoongi stated the question that was lingering upon all their minds.

"Let's just say that the bitch got what she deserved." The woman replied before discarding the stick on the ground.

"Watch your words, Halsey. You don't want people to begin to think that you're the killer."

The statement that left Jimin's mouth was supposed to be a joke, and the remaining boys and Ashley all took the joke light-heartedly; except one. One that found it hard to sleep at night upon hearing about the death a mere few days ago. In his eyes, there was no way in hell that Daniella killed herself; the facts weren't adding up.

"You guys don't believe that this was a suicide, right?" Taehyung finally spoke as earlier on, his mind strayed away from his friends' conversation as he watched with disapproving eyes at the cops who laughed and joked around; not thoroughly putting in any effort to efficiently uncover this case and the loose ends in the data.

"Oh please, that whore was going to kill herself sooner or later. If her schizophrenia didn't kill her than the needle she puts in her arm on a daily basis would've." The sole female in the bunch proclaimed as she took a lengthy drag from her freshly lit cigarette and handed it over to Jungkook whose hand was hanging in the air to take it but one knowing look from Tae caused him to retreat his hand from the addictive object.

"Nah, I think I'll pass."

Ashley merely shrugged before giving it to Yoongi and groaned as the brunette male began to voice his opinions once again.

"That doesn't make any fucking sense. There were a dozen stab wounds that ranged from her torso, to her chest, and the back of her skull. Now how would she manage to stab herself in those vital areas to then string herself up in a tree? She'd be dead before given the opportunity to even blink!"

For the first time, the girl had nothing to rebuttal. No snarky comment or twisted humor to rile up humiliation so that others will take her side. Herself and everyone else knew that the girl didn't die by her own hand but by someone else's. The question was, who?

"You know what," She began, still wringing on her last thread of dignity. "Daniella was crazy, insane. I bet that her ass made an elaborate plan of her death and made someone cover it up to look like a murder so that she could be the talk of the town. But, guess what? She lost because no one gives an absolute shit about her."

Taehyung scoffed as he stepped closer to the female, their faces merely inches away from one another; the other six men watching the two intently just in case they had to step in to this quarrel. "You know what, Frangipane? You're making it very hard to believe that you're not the killer."

"Honey, if I was the killer," The woman before him stopped to take a long, drag from her cigarette before blowing the smoke in his face with a grin etching itself onto her thin lips. "I would've killed your paranoid ass first."

That's all it took for the korean fraternity member to suppress a light huff, walking away from the group and heading back towards their fraternity house.

"You better watch your mouth, Ashley." The president of Phi Delta Theta taunted, igniting an unknown fear in the pit of the pink haired female's stomach before slauntering away; following the path that the other male had taken.

The other five men looked at the woman with disgrace before also walking away from her; the young drug dealer rolled her eyes upon their disappearing shadows in the distance, dropping her cigarette on the ground and stomping on it to put it out.

They can all kiss my ass anyways.
-
"Tae, baby." His voice was nearly a whisper, a precaution to make sure that no one else in the house would hear him if they were there.

Jungkook ascended the staircase up to the level where himself and his hidden lover shared a room. He walked down the corridor before seeing the male's small frame. He sat on the floor, knees buried in his chest as light sobs erupted from his body. The sight was heart wrenching for the younger boy as he watched the older male cry.

"Baby," He began, squatting down on the floor in front of his boyfriend. "Baby, look at me."

The brunette male lifted his head, eyes red and cheeks tear stained with a pout that adorned his full lips. The president pulled the other to his feet to then lace their fingers together.

"I-I don't know why the hell you and the hyungs are friends with that bitch. I hate her."

"You know that she wasn't always like this, Tae. She was kind in the beginning, befriending us all when we knew no one in this country."

"She's using us, kookie. She wants your money to continue her drug scheme and all the bad riddance that came with her selling them on the streets. But, you have to promise me that you won't let her or Camila take you from me."

"Camila?" Jungkook knitted his eyebrows together at the name.

Taehyung rolled his eyes at the poker face his boyfriend was displaying when he knew good and well what he was implying. "Jeongguk, you know that your parents have been pleading for you to get with her upon hearing that she attended this school because of them wanting to combine their fortune with her family's fortune. They want you with a well financed, beautiful girl and not some broke college student who can barely pay for their tuition yearly. Even more so that I'm a boy."

Jungkook reached his hand up towards the male's face, caressing it while dragging his thumb along the brunette's lip. "I don't give a fuck about what my parents want. I think it's time that I start choosing for me and not them. Plus, babe, you have no need to worry about Camila because you're more ethereal than her and any girl in this world combined. I will drop the mutual with Ashley as well because, Tae, you have my heart and I will gladly blow up the universe if it meant seeing your smile for the rest of my life."

This brought back Taehyung's infamous rectangular smile as he grabbed the nape of the taekwondo student's neck; placing his lips upon the other's. The moment was sweet and toe curling; Jungkook's large hands finding their way to Tae's slim waist to keep him in place as their lips moved against one another softly before growing more heated. The brunette's back was pushed up against the door; the dark haired male feeling him up before squeezing his butt as a signal for him to wrap his legs around him. Jungkook hoisted the male up, opening the room door before gently tossing his best friend onto one of the king sized mattresses.

"I can't wait to fuck that tight hole." Jungkook impatiently threw off his white t-shirt and Taehyung practically drooled at the sight of his man's built frame but his eyes wandered off to the wall behind him and his pupils dilated at the sight.

Noting the distressed look on the male's face, Jungkook turned around, eyes too growing wide at the words that adorned the wall.

In a red substance, the slur, 'FAGGOT', was spelled out along the surface.

"Oh my fucking god! Is that blood?!"
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I'm so sorry about that horrible slur! No one deserves to be called such a derogatory name or to be treated in a such a way due to their desired sexuality because we are all human, nothing more and nothing less!

The next update will have more norminah interactions plus's other ships and hopefully maybe even a deadly confrontation with the "killer"!

I hope that you all enjoy these long ass chapters and I hope that you'll all stick around.

Does Halsey seem suspicious? I think it would be fun if you all guess who you think the killer is after finding clues in each chapter hehehe

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