Who wants Fredie dead?

1. How it all started

It was a normal (well normal so far) wendnesday afternoon, I was comming back from school totally EXHAUSTED and PISSED. Why was I EXHAUSTED and PISSED you may ask? It was because my two last period at school were PE. Normally in PE, I have this extremely HOT male teacher. All we do with him (we, refering to the girls from my PE class and I) is basically just play some easy peasy games that require no physical effort and flirt a bit with the teacher (Who btw, has a girlfriend but we don't give a crap). Unfortunatelyyyy, we found out that he had broken his leg wile doing some charity work for poor people ( I mean, couldn't he possibly be more perfect in a totally cringe way? Ughhhh, what a cliché, now that I said this out loud I am totally over him). Because of what happened to him, we have now a new teacher who is going to replace Mr. Perfect untill he gets better, and BELIEVE ME the woman replacing him, isn't human. This woman is at leaste a GAZILLION years old and has the ability of a Terminator (If you didn't seen the movie, I recomend it to you it's grate). It was the worst PE lesson I have ever had. I am no drama queen but some stuff she made us do felt illegal. OK, i lied, I am kind of a drama queen but that is not the point, It is a fact that we were all EXAUSED and PISSED after all the things she made us do. That woman is CRAZY.

On my way back from school, I saw Fredie. Fredie is my best friend. I know him since we were little kids. There is not one little thing that I don't know about him. Oh, that reminds me, I didn't introduce myself, that is sooo rude I'm so sorry, let's do that now. My name is Lola and I am 17. I have very long dark curly hair and go to High School (well it's my last year). I have a pet snake (don't worry my little Shelly is non-poisonous), I like to draw (Even if I suck at it) and  I am currently watching a detective's show on Netflix (Yes, this is very revelant to my story). So, as I was saying, I saw Fredie and YELLED out loud "FrREeedDiIE" so that he could hear me and come to me. He heard me (accually I think that the people across town did heard me as well) , came to me and we started talking. It had been I while since the last time I saw him, he had dyed his hair AGAIN. Only this time he dyed them black with blond highlights (Oh Fredie, Fredie, Fredie, FREAKIN' WHYYY?!?!). I don't like it. I prefer his natural fluffy, bright, red hair (But that's not the point so I'll just continue with my story). Eventually he wanted to talk about his love life (UGGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH, I do NOT like to speak about that kind of stuff it makes me want to puke, but Fredie is a VERY sensitive guy so I allways stay supportive). We wanted some privacy so we started walking arround. We found a spot (it was easy to find a spot because it was a very calm evening and there was no one outside), he started to talk about some sweet girl (who is about to chage our lives maybe forever, but back then we didn't know that), who had texted him on social media after he had posted a picture of him at a party.

And that's when I got involved into all of this shit...