Influence (GirlXGirl)

Chapter 2: The Fraternity

The next day Stephanie asked me to go to her dorm after class; she said she wanted the talk about the investigation. I can use this chance to ask her why did she choose me? There's plenty of people here that she can choose, not to mention that she's seeing a guy named David. It's still a rumor, But I did see her with David plenty of times.

David is a charming guy, brilliant, and the president of the School Union. He's every girl's dream boy.

Before I  knocked on the door, the door had already swung open. Greeted by Steph, who looks like expecting the president to knock on her door, "Please, come in."

I walked into the room and sat on a couch before closing the door. I always have a hard time describing Stephanie's scent. Cotton candy or roses? Whatever it is, it smells like her. At some point, her smell is more addicting than drugs. I instead hug her for a day than smoke one joint.

Stephanie looked to the left and right, checking like someone would follow me and kill me, "Must check the perimeter. Who knows, you turn out to be followed."

I rolled my eyes, "We haven't started investigating yet. Who's going to follow a crack head?"

"Do you hear yourself? You're calling yourself a crack head," she joked.

"Anyway," clearing my throat, dodging her jokes, "no one is following me."

"Well, there's a possibility because I was already investigating for a week now."

"What?" I almost choked out of my spit, "you could have told me sooner. What have you done?"

"Everything was according to plan. But, when I  was observing-"

"You mean stalking?"

"I prefer 'spying,' thank you very much. There were two dudes dealing drugs at the parking lot. But, I had to step on a squirrel accidentally, and I jumped. But I ran fast."

I facepalmed my face; how can a girl this pretty but clumsy at the same time, "They won't care anyway, people dealing with drugs here and there."

"But the person that I was watching was Simon and the freshman kid who died yesterday," My heart stopped for a moment. Shit, she was watching Simon dealing drugs with the freshman, "I know he's your friend, and you won't snitch on him. But I guarantee you I only need to know who his dealer is, or maybe he's the dealer?"

I ran through my hair, trying to relax, "I wish I knew, but even Simon himself doesn't know who's the dealer is. You check my phone if you don't believe me."

I handed her my phone and let her read our message; it's not that I trust her. I rarely talk to Simon in text. We always hang out, so she'll find nothing, except this, "Why is your history browser about finding jobs? Part-time job? Internship for undergraduate students-"

Before she even continued reading my history browser, I snatched my phone from her, "Why are you looking at my history browser? I only allow you to read Simon's text."

She sat on the side of her bed right across me, "Sorry, I thought I would find something funny in your history browser."

I groaned in annoyance, "Whatever, but now you know anyway. It's not a big deal."

"I don't think it's a big deal if you don't want to come with me, it's okay. You can focus on yourself," she reassures me.

"Don't worry. I can handle this. I also don't trust you handling this difficult case alone. You need someone that can blend in."

She smiled at me in relief, "Thanks, anyway," she started to talk about the investigation.

Stalk plenty of sellers when they got buyers > Stalk sellers when they're alone because there's a possibility that the seller will be meeting their dealers > Follow the dealers/track the dealer's vehicle > report it to the Dean. Maybe they'll say it to the police and stop Trinity College from dying, "Any questions?" She asks before ending the meetings.