Oceane Becker is ready for a fresh start.
After an unpleasant breakup with her high school boyfriend and the gross public scene he made during a grad party, Oceane is more than ready to start fresh in a new town.
But pretty soon it becomes evide...
I was jolted awake the next morning, blinking, bleary-eyed in the dim light of my tiny apartment before reaching for my phone.
My eyes widened when I saw the red balloon notifying me of 50 messages in the group chat app I was a part of with Andrea, Krista, and Abigail.
GlazedDonutz: Holly shit!
Drea2004: Last night was crazy!
Abibaby!: Did you see if anyone snapped a pic of us?
Drea2004: U really should have thought about commemorating the moment sooner, haha
Abibaby!: Not for me, you dummy! For the cops. In case anyone has a photo of us from the part (;¬_ლ)
GlazedDonutz: if it's the cops ur so worried about, then we should even be having this conversation right now. (;¬_ლ)(;¬_ლ)
Drea2004: WE ALL WORE MASKS. And even then, it's not like we killed anyone.
GlazedDonutz: just slaughtered their egos...
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What followed was a bombing of serial killer gifs between Andrea and Krista: Bundy, Gein, Dahmer, and several others I couldn't name but recognized their faces. I didn't find that to be particularly funny.
Abibaby!: Oceane didn't wear a mask. We should have just left her at the party.
Drea2004: That's not very feminist. Besides, no one probably even knew who she is. So, it doesn't really matter.
GlazedDonutz: I saw her talk to some guy
Drea2004: I don't think we have anything to worry about.
GlazedDonutz sent a gif of Ghostface wielding a knife.
Drea2004: Your loyalty to your master is so sweet, woof!
GlazedDonutz: ( ︶︿︶)_╭∩╮
Abibaby!: this is serious! If word gets out that we're behind this we could get expelled.
Drea2004: Abi, you assaulted your ex and his girlfriend. Unless he's a complete dumb-fuck, I'm sure he was able to put two and two together and figure out who's behind this.
That was the last message, sent out at 3:04 am.
What the hell was wrong with Abigail? Was she even for real? Unless she was trolling us, I looked like she acted on pure impulse, not thinking any of this through. Was she really that dim? And if she were, how could she have been accepted to Babson? There was just no way...
OceaneBreeze: I'm not going to say anything to ANYONE. I don't even know what happened!I texted and left the chat.
Pushing the heavy dawn blanket off, I placed my feet on the carpeted floor and rolled my shoulders.
My mind wasn't on my insane friends, not entirely. What I thought about was Jonathan, and how weird it was seeing him at the frat party. So weird, in fact, that it hardly felt like a coincidence.
As I got out of bed to make my way across the room toward the kitchen counter to make coffee, something on the floor caught my attention.
It was a brown, elongated envelope.
My first thought was that it might have been from the management: when I first moved in, they left an envelope very similar to that one with all the important numbers and regulations.
When I tore the envelope open and unfolded the neatly folded A4 piece of paper it was clear this wasn't from the management.
