“𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧‘𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲. 𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐓𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭. 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮‘𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮‘𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧-𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦.″
Friday rolled around faster than I had realized. I hadn’t seen the group since the incident the other day leading me to be fearful of our encounters today. I had somehow managed to convince my mother in letting me stay home yesterday under the premise that I wasn’t feeling well. It was a good thing my mother was a stickler for mental and physical health because she let me stay without any quarrels.
I stepped into the hallway only to be met with eerily quietness. Despite the early mornings, Plymouth was always filled with loud commotion, students woke up breathing in energy drinks, at least that’s what I assume because their rowdiness at 7 in the morning had no other explanation.
They all stood idly by their lockers watching me as I strolled by. I saw a few freshmen that I knew and waved at them hoping for at least any noise but they shut their lockers quickly and scurried off. The boy next to her looked just as confused as I felt. Then the cheerleader next to him leaned in and began whispering in his ear. He immediately did an understanding ‘O’ face and nodded.
I finally made it to my locker and stopped in my tracks.
Red marker decorated the grey paint with senseless obscurities. One even called me a slut which I found funny, surprising even to myself, I was a virgin.
Don’t get me wrong, I was hardly saving myself, just never particularly found myself in a situation where I was half-assed enough to commit to the task. I knew myself well enough to know I would need a drink of four before I could bring attraction into the level it was intended.
I turned around expecting the mastermind behind this to be in plain sight laughing or getting high fives for a job well done. I was fuming in disbelief that someone would do this.
I heard someone running towards me, I looked up to see Ian. As if his sneakers hitting the floor was the signal everyone needed, noise returned creating life back to the school.
“Come with me.” He said breathlessly.
I followed him to the second floor without any questions. He brought us towards the stairwell leading up to the roof and gestured for me to sit down.
“Don’t worry, no one comes here.” He said before sitting a step down from me.
“Do you know who did that shit to my locker?”
“Uh, that would be Cecile.” My fist tightened hearing her name. I had my suspicions but I couldn’t believe it.
“Why the hell-” I tried to calm myself by taking repetitive breaths in and out but it wasn’t working.
“I hate to tell you Mikita, but this might be her way of throwing you away.”
“Because I asked about Dre.” This was only making me extremely curious on what happened between her and him. She’s acting out just from the mere mentioning of him, imagine actually finding out what happens. My resolve solidified, I will stop at nothing to expose her. Well if there was even anything to expose. Regardless, she had another thing coming.
“Are you sure you guys were best friends?” I had to smirk at that. I use the phrase best friend sparingly, they are my best friends because they are the ones I associated myself with mostly, I hardly knew anyone here when I moved if it wasn’t for them I still wouldn’t have. Best friends are either the enemies you keep close or the people you appreciate. I am hardly shocked at how easy it is for Cecile to become the former.
“No, but why did you bring me here.”
“Oh right.” He pulled out his phone to show me a video. It was at a party and someone was beating the record for the longest time for a keg stand. I realized however, that wasn’t what he wanted to show me. In the background of the video Cecile was clearly seen arguing with someone, her hands were being thrown wildly in his face while the other person was pointing at her angrily. She then reached behind her for the cup and threw whatever was in it in their face. They held their hands up in the motion to slap her but instead walked away.
“This is from one of Keith’s parties. He has cameras everywhere in his house after getting robbed once. I know for a fact he watches them religiously after every event. ” He spoke as he put his phone back into his pocket. “I’m telling you Mikita, he’s an all seeing eye. Any information you need, get it from him, drama goes down at his party all the time.”
I nodded having already have guessed that much about him after our past few encounters. “You think he might have the audio too?”
Ian shrugged as he gathered his things. It must be time for first period. “Maybe. Like I said I won’t make it tonight so check it out and get back to me. Also you might want to settle your issues with Cecile. ”
I watched him half run through the door. Things were beginning to blur between the entire situation and yet I was fully aware I hadn’t even unearthed anything to feel this way. However, there was this nagging feeling in the back of my head that was expecting the worse. It was telling me to beware the wolf hiding in the sheep’s wool. Hoping for the best was all I could but the way the group was acting, the actions Cecile were committing from merely mentioning him, I was extremely curious. But then again don’t they say curiosity killed the cat?
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“Come on Princesa, you have to know something.” I had decided early on that classes today were simply skip able. It was my senior year anyway, what did it matter how my grades were.
I had found Princesa holed up in the teacher’s forgotten lounge as expected. She was a simple minded individual. Terrible to say until realization hits you of how true it is. She never really held grudges nor had issues with anyone other than herself. School was hardly important for her, she already had her entire life planned especially for her. She would be training alongside her brother to help with their family’s clothing line. It was an online store, hardly any customers but it somehow got them by and she was happy with just having that small workload. It was nice and simple. It was exactly what Princesa aimed to be. So of course I knew she wasn’t in it with Cecile’s moody antics. I just wish she would tell me what was next or how to get back on her good side.
“I don’t know what to tell you, honest.” She looked up from her phone, the Netflix show she was watching was being put on pause for the seventh time since I came in to bother her. I was waiting on her to point out my interruption but she didn’t even seem to mind.
“My locker was turned into a-”
Princesa let out a short giggle as she looked at me. I stared back at her blinking in confusion. Maybe she had finally lost all her brain cells.
“Honestly, it was kind of funny, I was watching with her when you came in. You had your mouth all open like a fish or something.”
I wanted to slap the straight out this girl; was this really the time to be laughing at my expense?
I plastered my ‘i’m trying not to hurt you’ smile on my face and grabbed the tie around her neck and draped her towards me. Trying not to hurt her never said I wouldn’t.
“Maria, dearest, stop fucking with me right now, I’m not in a good mood.” I stressed each word as I spoke seeing the surprise in her eyes slowly fade into alarm. I felt bad in that moment because I had a feeling the group had done something similar multiple times.
I sighed and let her go. Honestly, I don’t even really know what I came here for, there was no point in trying to reconcile with Cecile if I planned to be her complete downfall.
“Sorry.” I muttered as I turned towards the door. I was losing my patience a lot more often these days I need to chill the fuck out.
“Cecile will come to you when she wants to use you. Don’t worry about it.”
I nodded but continued my way out the door. I had a party to get ready for.
As I was walking out the door I saw Cecile walking in a hurry from the direction of the teacher’s office or more specifically McKlane’s. I had completely forgotten the revolting act I had witnessed when I stepped into his office. I was even more disgusted that it seemed as if it was still going on. It took everything in me not to go after Cecile and throttle her into a wall but instead took my feet towards the way she had just fled.
Manipulation was key in this world and instead of skipping I now had a perfect excuse slip from the principal himself.
The secretary nodded at me as she saw me head pass her. That woman was rarely seen since I came to Plymouth, it was a wonder she still had a job at all.
I knocked three times before walking into his office, a mischievous grin already imprinted on my lips.
McKlane stood in front of his desk with a dark stupor radiating around him. He was bent over hands spaced out to the length of the desk and was frantically shaking his head.
His ass was perfectly round was the first thing to grace my head against my better judgement.
At the sound of my voice he turned around to give me a clearer view at the disheveled mess that was him. His tie was completely undone and slung lazily around his neck, his shirt was crumpled and half tucked into the waistband of his pants. His eyes were abnormally dark even from where I stood. I couldn’t help but to shudder.
“Actually, I seem to have walked into the wrong door, I’m gonna just-”
Faster than I thought was possible he appeared in front of me, one hand holding the door closed. “If you step into my office, only I can dismiss you.”
“Are you drunk? Cause,” I said side stepping him. ” You’re awfully close and in my personal space for a principal and I understand you’re use to those relations with other students but I’m certainly not one of them.”
A flash of exasperation crossed his face before he seemed to calm himself. He turned back around and said through gritted teeth, “You better leave right now before I change my mind.”
I didn’t question it is I darted out the now unblocked door. In fact as I snuck out the backside of the school I didn’t think of the encounter again.