High School Populaire

Chapter 3

Belle popped her head into the library and looked around but was met with silence. She opened the door more and took a few steps in.

"Anyone here? Hello? ... Mrs Caron?" she asked but was met with no reply. She decided to walk further into the library and covered her mouth with her hands as a gasp escaped her lips.

Further inside, half of an unconscious Esmé can be seen trapped between two fallen bookcases. Books were all around her as her face was pressed against the wooden floor.

The cheerleader was in shock and was only snapped out of it when another person walked into the library, that person being none other than Angel. Once she spots Esmé, she drops her back and runs towards the younger girl.

She kneels next to her and checks her pulse. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she finds one.

"Help me here", she said to the blond who nodded and joined the black-haired girl. "I will make some space with the shelves; you pull her carefully and gently away, okay?"

She received another nod and started to lift barely the bookshelf that was trapping Esmé's body. Her hands aced, and she greeted her teeth at the weight but held her ground as Belle did exactly what she was told. She let out the heavy shelf with a sigh and rubbed her aced wrists as she sat next to the younger girl and tapped her cheek gently.

"Esmé... wake up," she said and kept the proceeds.

A faint groan escaped the 15 year Old's mouth as she opened her brown eyes. With the help of belle, she slowly pushed herself a little up and held her head in pain.

"My head... what... what happened?" she asked as she blinked and looked at the two girls around her.

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The bell rang and signalled the end of another school day. Adam was leaning against the wall next to the doors and smoking a cigarette when Angel approached him.

"Where were you?"

"What do you mean?" he asked as he turned to look at her.

"I mean you told me to meet you at the library, but you never showed up."

"I never told you such thing," the boy said as he threw the cigarette in the nearby bin as Angel took from her pocket a small white note. On it, Library, break period was written in the boy's handwriting. "I did not write that."

"Well it is your handwriting, but I believe you. Something feels odd right here."

"You went to the library?"

"Yeah, obviously."

"You found Esmé with that cheerleader, didn't you?" he asked.

"News travel fast I see but yes."

"Is she okay?"

"Who?"

"Esmé"

Angel raised an eyebrow and looked at Adam as if he had grown a second head. It was peculiar for him to be interested in the sake of others outside their group, especially for the sake of a girl younger than him and to a group far different from theirs. "I do not know if I should be surprised that you know her name or that you are concerned about her wellbeing."

"Is she okay?" he asked again.

"Yeah... she had a small hit on the back of her head by a heavy book but no concussion."

"That is good."

After that, the two of them walked towards their house and bid their goodbye after a specific spot as they headed towards their houses. Angel wore her headphones once again but couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched again.