Rue The Day Icarly Novels & Stories

Rue’s POV “Oh my God,” someone blurts in front of me, a guy with a septum ring and a half-full wine glass, eyes bright with recognition. “You’re the Rue, right? From the wedding yesterday?” Claire grins wider beside me, smug with satisfaction. “See? Iconic.” “You wore that blue dress!” a brunette says, already pulling out her phone. “My entire feed is talking about you. Like, you broke the internet a little.”

"Today is the day Caden Miller takes his last breath!" Ruby exclaimed, her voice dripping with contempt, as she stormed through the crowded corridor, causing heads to turn and whispers to spread. The students watched her in awe, some even recognizing her as the girl from the recent I*******m prank video that had gone viral among the Junior Class. Laughter followed in her wake, but Ruby paid no heed to the onlookers. Her sole focus was finding the person responsible for her seething anger.

★ "Banks!" A girl rushed into the park, breathing heavily as sweat covered her face. It's obvious she ran a long distance here. A guy came running behind her, sweating equally. "He's gone?" He breathed. "I'll just talk to him tomorrow" the girl replied. They're siblings. The girl is Rue while the guy is Jeremy, he's older with a year. Rue threw her backpack at him. "Meet me in the car" she rolled her eyes as she walked off.

“Huh? Mom, do you know Uncle Alaric is seeing someone now?” Just like that, I snapped out of my daze, my eyes narrowing at his words. It seemed I wasn’t the only one shocked because even my father and mother turned their attention to Ryan and my aunt screamed, “Really?! That brat is seeing someone? Are you sure?” Ryan nodded and turned his phone for everyone to see. “Yes, apparently her name is Isla Ashford. There’s a video circulating of them on the internet. It’s what everyone is talking about.” My gaze darkened the moment I heard her name. My aunt immediately reached out and snatched the phone from him, her eyes widening as she stared at the video playing.

I'm on my knees in the hallway, scrubbing. The water in the bucket turned red hours ago, but I keep going. The bristles tear at my skin. Good. Pain is better than remembering the wet crunch when Ryan's neck snapped. “Irene.” Brielle's voice is soft behind me. I don't stop scrubbing. “Irene, it's past dusk. Come back to the quarters.” I slam the brush down. “No. I'm not leaving until every drop of his blood is gone.”

Rue’s hands were steady on the wheel, and I kept my gaze fixed on the passing cars. When we finally pulled up in front of my house, the engine’s hum ceased, and the silence grew louder. Rue turned to me. “See you tomorrow at school,” he muttered, his voice breaking the stillness. I hesitated, my hand on the door handle. “Yeah. But please… just act like you don’t know me,” I said, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Why?” Rue’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. I took a deep breath, my heart racing.

“Trust me, Lina… today isn’t my second day. I’m considering today my first day at work.” A small laugh escaped me, and I felt a little weight lift from my shoulders. “That is a relief… and also an answer to the fact that today was better than yesterday,” Lina said with a knowing smile, while I just rolled my eyes lightly. “Well, yes… but he’s a dick though.” Her brows pulled together. “Who?” “Zaydeen,” I muttered, letting the name hang, bitter and soft at the same time. Lina tilted her head, curiosity glistening in her chocolate-brown eyes. “Why? Did he upset you?”

that night. That day was like all the other days. Boring. No matter how interesting and exciting movies make high school look like, it is quite the opposite actually. It's boring, physically and mentally tiring and there are a lot of idiots to deal with, most of them being from the school's staff. So, given the fact that this boring day seemed to never come to an end, the dragged voice of the teacher either making people fall asleep or annoyed, Ryder was entertaining herself by, not creepily at all, staring at her very crush, Aiden Caley.

After all, they were the ones who kept calling her. She wasn’t some kind-hearted saint. She had always been someone who remembered every grudge. “Rue… if you don’t help me, I’m going to die. Please, I’m begging you.” “I was wrong before. I’ll kneel down and apologize to you, okay? Please forgive me.” “I’m about to die…” “You’ll die if you die.” Rue’s voice was indifferent. “Someone like you wastes oxygen while alive and wastes land after death. So why bother calling me to announce it? I’m not a funeral home.”

"Mina, did you hear that “The Boys” will be back from their retreat this afternoon?" Rue asked suddenly, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. We were walking together towards the parking lot after our last class. "Really? This afternoon? You're sure?" I asked, my eyes wide with excitement, looking at Rue. "Yeah, I heard it straight from my dad. Ugh, I'm so ungrateful for how peaceful my life has been this past year without Nyxon," Rue complained, rolling her eyes in disbelief.