Liar • Noa Olivar

Chapter Eight: Bad Blood

The girls rushed through the halls and busted through the bathroom door in a frantic hurry.

"I knew it. I fucking knew it." Tabby spoke first as soon as they entered. They were all anxious and stressed out with this new information.

"Check the stalls." Faran ordered and they all did.

Mickey kicked one open as hard as she could with a powerful force of her foot. The rest of the girls stopped and looked at her after each opening some. She looked back at them once her foot made contact with the ground again.

"I've always wanted to do that." She admitted with a huff, breathing heavily. And the girls just stayed still with their eyes remaining on her for a second. Tabby even coming to a sudden stop in her pacing to give the girl a look. "Right, sorry. serious situation. A very serious situation actually."

The thing they now had on their hands was absolutely in-freaking-sane.

What were they gonna do with it? What could they do? They couldn't exactly tell anyone.

"It's just us." Noa confirmed after they checked the remaining stalls only to come up empty with no one being there.

"A killed Tyler. A killed Tyler." The Haworthe girl repeated.

"Yeah, I think we get it, Tabs." Mickey ran a hand through her hair. "He looked pretty fucking lifeless in that tub."

"Okay, now can we please go to the police?" Mouse asked worriedly.

"No!" Both Imogen and Tabby shouted at the girl's question.

"No, fuck that." The Diaz girl added on as she made her way over to the sink and leaned against it while looking in the mirror until she let her head fall and hang low as she tried to calm her racing heart. Once she got it to a semi normal pace, she turned back around and walked over to where she first was. "And why is it always your first instinct to go to the damn police? It's not like they're any actual help to anyone anymore."

"Oh, you know, well maybe it's because -" Mouse started with a sassy time to Mickey before Faran interrupted her.

"A warned us not to say anything. Fine. But can't we just send that pic of dead Tyler to the Sheriff anonymously?"

"A texted it to us." Tabby stated the obvious. "You don't think he'll know how the cops got it?"

"As much as I didn't like that asshole tyler-"

"He's dead, Mickey." Imogen pointed out.

"Okay, sorry. As much as I hated that dead asshole Tyler, it doesn't mean he deserved to die like that. and then to have nobody know about him being unalived! I'm sorry, but we can't do anything about this. Not really."

"What the fuck can we do?" Noa asked looking on the verge of breaking down in tears.

"We take deep breaths... and don't freak out."

"Tell that to my heart that sounds like it's in my ears and or is going to beat out of my chest." Mickey snapped a bit.

She was thinking about what this could possibly mean for them. What if someone saw or found it? What if this A person had already sent it to the cops and was just messing with them for fun? It was his way of torturing them some more. Then their lives would be over before they even really began.

Mickey was beginning to feel sick again. She started to sweat more so she made her way back over to the sink and gripped onto it before turning on the water and splashing her face with it.

While the water was running, she shut her eyes while the water dropped off her face, speaking louder so they could all hear her over the running water. "And by the way, telling someone not to freak out is going to make them freak out even more! At least for me."