The Masked Girl

Chapter 5

(Y/n) was on a bench, chatting with Jewel while the rest of the class was scattered all over the courtyard. After their P.E class they had a free period. Somehow, their classmates all came to a decision that they were going to spend it in the courtyard. (Y/n) wasn't really sure why they had to spend their free period together but Rose and Jewel was there so she stayed. She stood up and headed to the bathroom as she gestured to Jewel where she was going.

When she got out of the bathroom, Jewel and Rose greeted her. "Come on, it's already time for class." Rose pulled her by the wrist and dragged her to towards the door.

(Y/n) planted her feet, "Whoa, Rosabelle, slow down. I need to get my stuff first. Why don't you two go first?" Striding to her locker, she opened it to put whatever she needed for the next class in her bag.

"Alright, fine but be quick." Jewel replied as she pulled Rose out the door.

Hurrying to put her stuff in the bag, she slammed the locker door and rushed out. She vaguely noticed Lila following behind her as she sprinted up the stairs. She waved it off until she heard a cry.

(Y/n) and the rest of the class that wasn't in the classroom yet turned to look at Lila on the floor, appearing as if she was pushed. Noticing a smirk on Lila's face, (Y/n) rolled her eyes. Everybody else rushed down the stairs to help Lila up.

"Oh my god. Are you okay, Lila?" Alya was the first one to reach her, being the closest. She noticed Lila holding her ankle delicately. Moving her hand away, Alya leaned closer to inspect it. "What happened, girl?"

Lila hissed when Alya touched her ankle. "I think I sprained it." She gave them a pitiful smile as they swarmed her, asking too many questions at once. Alya asked her question again. Lila anxiously looked towards (Y/n), then turned away. "I don't know, I think somebody pushed me. At least it felt like it, I'm not really sure." She sent (Y/n) another anxious look.

Alya noticed this and stood up from her crouch. She stomped up the stairs until she reached (Y/n). "Did you push her?" Alya pressed an accusing finger at the other's chest.

(Y/n) stepped away from the finger, now placing both hands on her hip. She tilted her face sideways and downwards, her sunglasses slipping down her nose slightly and revealing her eyes. "Now, why would you say that?" Raising an eyebrow and giving Alya a challenging smile, (Y/n) bend at the waist and leaned closer to Alya.

"You were the closest in proximity to her. Logically, it couldn't possibly have been anyone else." Max interjected as he climbed up a step and pushed his glasses back.

Leaning back on the railing, (Y/n) crossed her arms and pretended to think with pursed lips. "Logically, you're right. But it isn't the only possibility."

"What other possibilities are there?! Obviously, it couldn't have been anyone else." Alya defended, her voice rising with annoyance.

(Y/n) lolled her head to give them a cheeky grin. "Maybe, she tripped herself. And maybe, it wasn't an accident, but, you know, maybe not." She removed herself from the railing as Lila opened her mouth to speak up. The bell rang. Clapping her hands loudly, (Y/n) spread her arms theatrically and announced, "Well! It has been fun putting the blame on me but we need to head to class. If all of you wish to accompany Lila to the infirmary, go ahead. I'll tell Ms. Bustier what kept you all." She then turned back and continued her way to the classroom.

"Where are the others?" Ms. Bustier asked as (Y/n) made her way to her seat.

(Y/n) paused and faced her, "They're accompanying Lila to the infirmary." The others gasped.

"Oh no, what happened?"

"She fell down the stairs," she shrugged and placed her bag beside her as she took a seat. Before any of them could question her more, the Blaming Squad™, except for Alya, arrived. Huh, looks like Lila managed to convince them to go to class. And here I thought she'd want to get coddled. (Y/n) adjusted her glasses as the newly arrived students glared at her on their way to their seats. Guess she wanted to show the rest of the class it was my fault. Rolling her eyes behind her shades, (Y/n) crossed her arms and leaned back to listen to Ms. Bustier.