The Devil Goes To Heaven

My Protector

Daniel is back and this time Stacy is with him holding his hand. They decided to hang out with us at lunch today. I want to ask about why he called the bomb threat but we're at Delilah's locker and everyone's talking to each other. I decide I'm going to take a walk around the school to clear my head instead. It's not long till my phone vibrates. I'm thinking it's Delilah wondering where I'm going but instead, it's an unknown caller ID texting me with one word: Judas. I decide to ignore it. But my phone vibrates again. It's the same unknown ID.

Them: I know what's going on Judas.

Probably just another student trying to prank me. I'm about to put my phone back in my pocket when my phone vibrates again. It's the same person.

Them: I was the one that took the picture of you behind Mathew's and spread it on social media.

I stop and take a look around. Almost every student in the halls is either talking amongst themselves or on their phones. It could be any of them. My phone vibrates.

Them: But don't worry. I'm a friend. You can trust me. I'm going to get us out of this mess.

I begin to text back:

Me: Who is this?

Them: Like I said, I'm a friend.

Me: Friends don't spread photos to frame friends of crimes they didn't commit.

Them: The person that's responsible for all of this has me under their thumb. I had no choice. But don't worry. I know who it is. And I'm working on getting us out. I just need you to play along.

Me: You know who it is? Who is it?

Unknown Caller ID: I can't tell you. You'll just fuck things up. Just know it's one of your friends.

Me: I'm guessing you're someone in my group too?

Them: Yes. Think of me as your protector. I got your back. But I can't tell you who I am right now. Just know that one of us is planning something big. They're trying to drag you into it. I'm trying to stop it. With your help, we can stop it together. I'll keep you posted.

I ask more questions but they don't answer. I decide to rename them: "My Protector" and begin to make my way back to my friends.

So one of my friends is pinning these crimes onto me, while the other is fighting back in my name. Which one of them could it be?

I make it back and a crowd is gathered around Lucy. I watch from a distance and listen as Lucy talks about something.

"Remember, Judas is your friend, not your foe!" Lucy exclaims. Lucy pulls out a punch of flyers from seemingly knowing where and scatters them amongst the crowd. I catch one out of the air and take in the text:

"$10,000 for the first person to expose the one who framed Judas for the bomb threat. Another $10,000 for the person who murdered Matthew. Anything you desire if they're dead."

People begin to gawk at the numbers and talk amongst themselves as Lucy makes her way over to me.

"How'd I do?" she asks.

"Great. As always," I say checking the back side of the flyer, "The dead thing is a little extreme, don't you think?"

"Gotta let them know not to mess with my boy. Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Sure."

We walk away a few feet and Lucy nudges me with her shoulder.

"You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" she says.