"Here is your lunch..." Erin said, placing a plate of chicken on the glass table. A cunning smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she sat beside me.I stared at the chicken for quite some time, torn on whether to eat it or not. I couldn't trust Erin after what she had done. My heart skipped a beat,my paranoia kicking in. What if this was poisoned? I couldn't risk eating it after the stunt she pulled last time."I don't have an appetite." I shifted the plate away from me, turning to her. "Take it away and bring me my snack. It's in the fridge."Her eyes narrowed incredulously as she stared at me. "I thought meat was your favorite. You usually wiggle your tail each time you cook meat.""I said I don't have an appetite," I replied, looking at the chicken disgustedly as I tried to match my expression to my claim.I couldn't afford to eat it; the expression on her face clearly stated she was up to something, and I wasn't ready to find out this time around.Her snort jolted me from my t
"We are not done yet," she whispered, her voice low and dripping with malice. "And as for the chicken..." She paused, her hot breath fanning my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. I held my breath, awaiting her sinister confession of the potentially unsettling meal. My heart thudded in my ears as her smile grew wider. "It wasn't poisoned as you thought..." she said after drawing out the immense suspense; her words diffused the bomb of tension that had been tickling away inside me. I exhaled deeply, feeling a sense of respite wash over me, my pulsating heartbeat steadying as my fear dissipated. I tilted my head to face her, my eyes flashing with resolve as I masked my face with an intent stare. "You will never succeed in mentally tormenting me ever again," I declared, my voice calm and even yet laced with quiet confidence. Our eyes locked, both fierce and piercing, neither of us willing to back down in the battle of wills where dark intent lay at the corner of our minds. A sly
I sauntered towards the exit of the hall, leaving the ear-piercing chitchats of campus girls behind. They were all smiles as they conversed with their peers. Hums of laughter and bustling activities filled the air, overlapping with my gloominess that seemed to increase by the day. My usual cheerfulness had disappeared, replaced by a constant paranoia, especially at the duplex. I had been avoiding Erin for the past few days, cautiously treading on her path. Though she hadn't spoken her usual freaky talk since, in fact, she was kind of avoiding me too, which I was very grateful for. But the looks she gave me sent shivers down my spine; her icy blue eyes seemed to pierce into my soul, flipping my nerves into the abyss. Her sly smile was a constant reminder of the malice lurking underneath her polished facade. She was a threat I needed to watch out for, as her behavior signaled danger lurking in her shadow. I sighed, walking out of the door of the hall and retreating to a quiet place
I picked up the book from the bed; my grip tightened on the hardcover as I reread the message.YOU WILL NEVER WIN HIS HEART, I ASSURE YOU, BECAUSE HE WILL SEE YOU AS A SLUT. WATCH AND SEE.A threat it is. Her tone was obviously aggressive and condescending; it swirled with so much confidence as if she had control over my fate.Whatever she was planning, I had a clue; hopefully, I could prepare myself for the worst. Her intentions were painfully clear now that she had given me a hint. She is after my relationship with Mr. Clinton, and one thing that keeps bugging me is the question of why.Why does she want to interfere with my quest for his heart?What will she gain by doing all of this?She expects me to shake in my boots because it seems that was the essence of the message she left behind. I glanced at my door, my anger crawling to the surface. I very much wanted to go back there and confront her, but I reminded myself it was no use. I needed to tread carefully and not foolishly.I
My face morphed into a deep frown mirroring the anger bubbling inside me. My chest stiffened as my heart did the thing it could do best—pounding and slamming my fear in my face. An intense battle brewed within me, one I couldn't quite escape nor find a weapon for defense.Why can't I beat her at her own game? I guess I am not the cunning type, but at least I should have some manipulative skills. It might help in situations like these. I couldn't fight back now that I had the chance alone with Mr. Clinton to narrate the battle going on; she had appeared out of nowhere to make sure she remained on the winning streak."Thanks, Erin, that is very thoughtful of you," Mr. Clinton approved with a soft smile, taking the mug from her."It's nothing, Mr. Clinton," Erin cooed, turning to me as she stretched out the other mug to me. "Take it, it's cinnamon tea."I hesitated, peering into the tea, my expression a mix of anger and suspicion. Finally, I took it, placing the mug on the floor. "Thanks
The warm air was replaced by the cool water, enveloping me like a vice. I felt the rush of water past my ears, and my stomach lurched as I fell deeper.Flapping my arms and feet, I pulled myself to the surface, my eyes shooting daggers at her."ERIN!" I yelled fiercely, my heart pulsating under the cold water. I squinted from the flakes of water clouding my vision; my hand swept across my face, wiping the droplets of water clinging to my skin.Erin was across the pool at the corner, sniggering—the sound cruel and ear-piercing like a Disney villain. Her shoulders shook uncontrollably with mirth as she found pleasure in my reaction."You bitch!" I yelled louder, my body trembling with anger, my breathing ragged. "You are a psycho.""I've been told that..." she waved casually, leaning on the wall, a mischievous smirk curling her lips.Huffing, I swam to the edge of the pool, attempting to climb onto the tile, but my legs felt weak, and I fell back into the water.When she noticed my stru
"Erin! ERIN!" I shrieked, my voice shrill and fierce with fury. I darted across the corridor and hastened down the stairs, scanning the room frantically for the culprit, but she was nowhere to be seen. When I couldn't find her, I stood there, looking down at myself in dismay. My cleavage was accentuated by my pink lace bra, and my exposed skin and thigh, all thanks to Erin's mischief. What will she gain by emptying my closet,and letting me walk half naked? Infuriated, I blew out a big gush of breath and bit on my lips as if my life depended on it. I needed something to wear; I couldn't just stand there in my scanty clothing. I looked to my left, towards the pool area where I had gotten drenched in the first place. Maybe Erin was there... but why was I searching for her when I should be finding my clothes? I scampered to the area, and to my surprise, I found what I was looking for. Inside the pool were all of my clothes—tank tops, jeans, sweatpants, even undies and bras. Every f
Sarah... Sarah, open up..." Mr. Clinton called out, knocking on my door. "Are you clothed?" Reluctantly, I sat up on my bed, still thinking of a way to explain myself because I knew he had tons of questions for me. "Sarah..." he called out again because of my silence. "I... I'm still half-naked, but you can come in..." I trailed off, my voice turning into a whisper as I mouthed, "Not that I have anything to wear anyway..." He entered the room, his face a mix of disapproval and disappointment as he saw that I was still half-naked despite his earlier expectation that I would have gotten dressed by now. "You seem unmoved by the earlier commotion, huh..." he remarked with his arms crossed. "Mr. Clinton, it isn't what you think..." I started, but he interrupted since I wasn't getting straight to the explanation. "What was that stunt you pulled out there, and why are your clothes all over the place?" He reprimanded, a frown etched on his face. "Erin did it," I interjected, st