Lost Soul

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Chapter 12

‘Long after I have given up, my heart still searches for you without my permission.’

~Rudy Fransisco


With her arms crossed and leg propped up against her locker, Astrid looked over the noisy herd of students, searching for her victim. A wide smirk took over her features as she noticed Rebecca sauntering to her locker, rather slowly with her clique right behind her. That just made it even better.

Astrid quickly pulled out her phone and subtly started recording Rebecca’s every move, while struggling to keep her grin off her face. She suddenly noticed Asher walking in her direction and prayed that he did not try to have a conversation at that moment. That would just ruin everything.

But fortunately for her, luck was on her side that day. Her eyes were fixed on Rebecca as she pulled open her locker.

Splash!

Rebecca let out a scream as pink dye squirted out of her locker like someone was shooting a water gun at her. To add on to that, the glitter mixed in that just enhanced it all to another level.

The entire corridor was in pin-drop silence as it took a moment for everyone to comprehend what had actually happened. A few seconds passed, then a soft laugh broke out from the corner. Soon all the students followed as they looked at Rebecca covered from head to toe in pink.

Astrid sniggered as she quietly stopped recording and put her phone back in the pocket. She turned to her locker and pulled out her books for her class, ignoring the chaos that she was responsible.

Rebecca was yelling at the top of her lungs for the person responsible for the prank to step forward, throwing out some threats and profanities.

“Oh my god!”

“This is awesome. Who did this, man?”

“Look at her. She is pink!”

“Who the hell did this!?” The last one came out so high pitched and shrill that some students flinched away from the fuming girl.

Rolling her eyes, Astrid turned only to find Asher looking at her with a frown on his face. She caught his eye and immediately held up her middle finger, which amused him instead of offending him.

Rebecca’s scream brought Astrid attention back on the scene unfolding in front of her. Her eyes slightly widened as the principal joined in the commotion telling all the students to put their phones away, who were clicking pictures like their lives depended on it. A tiny ounce of guilt hit her but she shrugged it off and walked off to class.


Throughout all her classes and during lunch, people were still talking about the prank. Apparently, according to a certain bunch of students who were gossiping near Astrid, the school had taken that incident very seriously. After all most of the funds for the school came from Rebecca’s parents, so it was absolutely necessary to look after their daughter.

They checked the CCTV camera footage to find out who had come near her locker that day only to find out that no one besides her had been near it. And the fact that for an entire hour, the cameras were not working only made the situation worse for the school officials and Rebecca and better for the students to cook up random stories about what actually happened.

Rebecca was sent home for the day. After all, who would show their face in front of the entire school after being shot with pink dye? And not to mention, glitter was a pain to wash off.

She was deep in her own thoughts and suddenly a hand reached out, grabbing her wrist. She immediately yanked it out in a reflex and was about to twist the arm when someone called out.

“Hey! It’s me, Asher. No need to be so violent!” he quickly said, his eyes wide.

“If you want all your bones intact, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself,” she hissed out in return. He simply rolled his eyes and motioned his head to an empty classroom nearby. They walked in and he closed the door before turning to her.

“What do you want?”

“Did you do it?” he got straight to the point. Astrid knew what he was talking about but she feigned confusion.

“Do what?”

“The prank. Was that you?”

“Why do you think it is me?”

“Well, call it a hunch. And I don’t think anyone here has the guts to do it.”

“So you think I am brave, huh?” The snarky tone did not go unnoticed by his.

“I don’t know about that but you are definitely crazy. That I know for sure.”

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes.

“Keep doing that and one day, it’s going to get stuck.”

“Did you bring me in here to talk about your concern for my eyeballs?” she deadpanned.

“Did you do it?”

“How do you think I can do something like this? I have just been here for around a month.” I deserve a goddamn Oscar, she thought to herself.

Asher thought for a moment before nodding his head. “Yeah, actually when I think about it..” he paused for a second before looking, “there is no way in hell you could have done something this cool and badass.” He smirked at her as Astrid controlled her urge to give him a reason to get plastic surgery.

“If you are done with your nonsense, I would like to go to class.” She pushed him out of her way only for his to grab her hand again.

“So do you accept my offer?” he asked. This time she was genuinely confused.

“What offer?”

“We joining hands to get back at certain people”, he said, shrugging.

“Today was not enough for you?” she asked him in surprise.

He thought about it for a second before nodding his head.

“How about we find out who did this?” She froze for a split second before continuing.

“And why do you want to do that?” she asked in a disinterested tone.

“You don’t want to know who did this?” he asked her, surprised.

“Nope,” she said, popping the p at the end.

“You are no fun,” he muttered under his breath. “Anyway, my mum was asking for you. She wanted to know if you are fine. You know, about all that,” he said, gesturing to her arms.

“As you can see, I am perfectly alright.” He gave her a look. She thought about it for a second before sighing.

“When do you want me to come over? His face immediately brightened.

“Tomorrow after school. My mom is taking tomorrow off.”

“Right, but don’t get any ideas, alright? I am doing it for your mom. Because she helped me. And this will be the first and last.”

“Yeah yeah, I get it,” he said with a wide grin on his face.

She walked out of the classroom without another word, leaving him standing there, looking like an idiot.


Astrid lazily raised her hand.

“Yes, Astrid?” Miss. Parker politely asked her. She was rather a kind woman, one of a few teachers that Astrid liked.

“Can I go to the washroom?”

“Sure.”

She got up and walked out of the classroom to the nearest washroom. She went inside, did her business and after a few minutes, strode out to the sink to wash her hands. She noticed the other girl standing next to her but did not pay much attention to her. She had seen the girl before in a few of her classes. She recalled her name.

Madilyn Moore.

She was a quiet one, did not get into other’s business, minded her own. A few inches shorter than her with chestnut locks cascading down her back and bright green eyes. Not as bright as Asher’s though.

She mentally kicked herself as the thought crossed her mind. She turned off the tap and was wiping her hands with a paper towel when she notice Madilyn looking at her through the mirror. She simply ignored her and was about to walk off when Madilyn spoke. Astrid froze midstep and slowly turned to look at her.

“I know it is you who did it.”

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