"Who is this?" I queried, putting my dressing on hold as I stood confused.
It was silent on the other line, but I knew whoever it was was still there because I could hear him breathing heavily.
"Are you there?" I asked, bending to pick up my Hermes sandals. "Hello, who is this?"
"Your worst nightmare." He drawled in the same accent as Schwartz from that Nickelodeon show, Henry danger.
My sandals slipped from my hand and my throat became dry. "Stop it guys, it's not funny anymore. I dislike being pranked!"
The warning did not scare whoever was on the other line because he laughed evilly and I imagined him to have red horns on both sides of his head. I shook the thought o
Limping out of the exam hall, I winced every step I took because my ankle hurt more than I expected–perharps I needed a bandage or something.My brain was literally bringing out smoke... Those questions were on fire! I fanned myself with my hands and wiped the beads of sweat away from my forehead. The history had a lot of questions, number one had questions a, b and c under it. It had a lot of 'what year' questions."How was the question, babe?" Bellamy asked, striding out of no where."Can't you leave me alone?" I groaned, limping as fast as I could away from from him."If you forgive me." He orated, taking giant steps and making my limping fast appear useless."After what you did to me?" I pulled up short and pierced my eyes into his.He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "What did I do?""Drugging me and Andre," I started, using my fin
Tristan had dropped me five minutes ago after the bandage of a thing and I was now seated in my room, reading for tomorrow's exam. The house was eerily quiet as mother and Cameron were yet to return.I sighed and sucked on the bottom of my pen. Who was going to liberate me from this boredom? I needed to read, but I wasn't getting any of this–it all seemed like it was written in a language I couldn't understand. Ugh! Just this one topic was holding me back and my head was starting to hurt.I strode to the window and opened the curtains. My hands rested on the window sill for a while, before I pushed it open and sniffed the air, fulling my lungs with the smell of nature.My guy suddenly got bad vibes that I shuddered, feeling my skin cringe. What was the reason for this feeling? Perhaps the breeze was becoming too cold for me. I rubbed my arms and stared at the sky, wishing chocolates would fall from the sky. If it did
Wasn't I a fool to have called Tristan instead of my dad that was the chief of police? I shook my head, remembering he had texted me that he was going to use a sniper to put a bullet in my head. I crawled to my bed and rested my back on the frame.What if they fired multiple bullets in the house the moment my dad pulls his car in the driveway?I shook, my heart threatened to leap out of my chest and roll bloodily on the darn hard floor. I hated the mess I had gotten myself into. Half my mind was telling me the stalker was Bellamy, the other half was suggesting Sheryl. But how was the voice that of a male? Perhaps she was doing some special effect to it.I rummaged my thoughts for who I might have hurt that'd want to end my life. What if it was Cameron torturing me for breaking his game pad? No way. He wouldn't use this kind of approach.The banging and ringing of my door bell jolted me out of my thoughts.
Cameron glanced at the screen of his phone and blinked his eyes like the caller ID had stepped on his nerves. Curious to see who it was, I stretched my neck to view the screen–I was too late because the call ended."You were saying something." I voiced and the phone started ringing again. "Don't you want to take it?""No... Let it ring." He glued his eyes to the TV screen and completely ignored the call.I craned my neck again and found the call to be Maya's. Why didn't he want to take the call, was their fight that serious?"Why aren't you taking Maya's call?" I cleared my throat and asked."Your friend is unbelievable. She first of all told me about how cute she
Andre looked confused and crimson. What did he mean by the expression he was putting on or wasn't I attractive?"Why are you acting like she's a plaque you're trying to avoid?" Lola asked, resting her hand on her waist."No, I'm not doing that." Andre frowned at her and averted his gaze to my still face."Jade, you should just go to prom with him. At least, y'all wouldn't be lonely that day." She shrugged, batting her lashes as usual."I'm not sure-"Lola cut Andre off. "I asked Jade and she said right twice."Oh, so that was what she asked. I internally face palmed and wished I was paying attention to what she was sa
The voice of my father yelling my name, made me hold my hand in the air."Jade!" He walked in his dark blue police chief uniform hastily to where we were and brought down my hand. "What's going on?""Oh, sir..." Sheryl held a hand up to her head dramatically and closed her eyes. "It's this pathetic human that was attacking me... See, she clawed my face."Sheryl showed my father the bruise I had given her the day she yanked my hair. "Arrest her, love her behind bars.""Calm down, Sheryl." My father used his hands to demonstrate it. "My daughter wouldn't harm anyone if she wasn't trying to protect herself."My father defended me and a smug grin etched to my face at how shocked Sheryl appeared.&n
I ran to the bed and shook his body with fear coursing through my veins. My heart pounded against the walls of my chest violently as tears blurred my vision."What did you do, Cam?" I stammered, confused about what to do. "Oh, I said-said you weren't fine."There were two long red bruises on his wrist, where the blood was sliding out from. I opened my mouth to scream, but couldn't. My breathing intensified and I threw my bag on the floor."Mom!" I screamed, finally finding my voice. "Mother, help!"I picked up the yellow pill container and read what was written on the body. The name of the drug was te–I couldn't even pronounce it, so I kept it back on the bed and went to check his pulse.&n
"What are you doing here?" I interrogated Tristan.He shoved his hands in his sweat pants and stepped aside, ignoring what I had asked him."Tris-" I didn't get to finish my sentence because Lola jumped out of no where and hugged me, almost squeezing the life out of my body."I'm so sorry about your brother, Jade," she said and rubbed my back. "Accept my condolences.""What?" I pulled out of the hug and shook my head. "He's not dead.""Oh, thank God." She held a hand to her chest and tittered. "I don't have to wear another black dress.""What do you mean by another black dress?" I asked, furrowing my brows."My sister-" she hesitated and mustered what seemed to be a fake or was it a sorry smile? "You don't wanna know."I sighed and decided to let this one slide. It was definitely one of her shenanigans or maybe one of her relatives died of