Emma strolled through the halls with a smug smile, her usual expression but with a new edge of condescension. The students passed her by, still ignoring her, but instead of glaring at them to death like she used to, she now smirked. Today was going to be fun.
Sitting in her usual spot, she watched the class unfold, mentally cataloging observations. This had always been her habit. No one ever paid attention to her, so she had the freedom to analyze them all like an open book—without anyone noticing.
"Hey, what are you staring at, creep Anderson?" Bruce Morgan’s arrogant voice cut through the room.
Emma didn’t miss a beat. "Just noting how boring you are," she shot back.
Bruce sneered, "You're boring too."
"Are you saying we're the same?" Emma raised an eyebrow, her tone mocking, as if the mere suggestion was absurd.
"Obviously not!" Bruce growled, his fists clenching.
Emma took a slow sip from her bottle, her eyes never leaving him. "You're right, we're not the same at all." She paused dramatically. "After all, I'm a genius, and you're just... an idiot."
The class, always eager for drama, gathered around them. Normally, they’d be watching Bruce torment someone, but today? Today was different. Emma was in a good mood, meaning she was going to mess with him a bit.
"You don’t know a damn thing about me!" Bruce seethed, his hands trembling with rage.
"Oh, trust me, I do." Emma’s voice was low and dangerous.
"I swear, Anderson, you’re dead," Bruce threatened, stepping closer. But just then, the teacher walked in, barking at the class to sit down. Bruce glared daggers at her, but Emma? She just gave him a cool, defiant stare in return.
Throughout the lesson, Emma kept her notebook open, seemingly taking notes. But really, she was having a silent conversation with Mr. Note. Boring grammar lessons were the perfect cover.
I need dirt on Bruce Morgan, she scribbled quickly. Something I can use to blackmail him.
As expected, Mr. Note obliged. Black ink slowly filled the page, revealing secrets Emma had only dreamed of.
Later that day, Emma tailed Bruce, keeping a safe distance—two streets back, to be exact. She wasn’t in his line of sight, and thanks to her precious notebook, she had nothing to worry about. Mr. Note guided her like a personal GPS, the torn page in her pocket leading her straight to him.
Eventually, they reached their destination. Bruce stood in the parking lot of a nondescript building. To the untrained eye, it looked innocent enough, but Emma knew better. She knew exactly who he was waiting for.
A tall boy, equally unremarkable, emerged from behind a car. They exchanged a few words, Bruce handed over some cash, and in return, the boy gave him a small bag.
Emma, hidden behind a nearby car, smirked.
"Drug dealer, huh?" she said, stepping out of the shadows, her voice dripping with amusement.
Bruce jumped, his face draining of color. Shock, fear, and anger fought for control of his expression.
"We’re going to make a little deal," Emma continued, her tone calm but laced with dark excitement. "I’ll keep your little secret, and in return, you’re going to do exactly what I say. Not much, really. Just stay out of my way, and stop picking on the weak."
She took a slow, deliberate step toward him, her grin widening with every word. "And if I ever need a favor, you’ll be more than happy to oblige. Understand?"
Bruce stood frozen, his fists trembling as Emma closed the distance between them. Her eyes glinted with a dangerous mix of knowledge and power.
"You don’t know what kind of drugs these are!" he finally stammered, desperately trying to regain control.
Emma chuckled darkly. "I know everything," she whispered, her voice cutting through him like a knife.
"And trust me," she added, stepping so close that he could feel the chill in her voice, "if you want to keep your pathetic little life from spiraling further, you’ll cooperate. I’ve got plenty more tricks up my sleeve."
”Besides, I filmed you,” she added with devilish expression, ”I wouldn't take the risk if I were you, a nice tip from me.” She giggled, showing what a nice person she is.
With that, she turned on her heel and vanished into the busy street, leaving Bruce standing in the parking lot—paralyzed with fear.
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A Notebook From Hell
Mystery / ThrillerEmma's life was always boring and miserable. She at one point put up with it because she had one person who didn't hate her, moreover somone who loved her, her dear father. But everything changes after he dies in a car accident. Emma now remains a...
