A School Of Weirdos

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

"Dad, be quick with what you want to tell me. Paul is waiting for me, and I don't want to spend too much time talking to you. He might get impatient and come here to check what's causing the delay."

Those words came out of Michael's mouth, and the identity of the person he was talking to was what my eyes were craving to see.

But, being sure that the person would respond, I didn't let curiosity drive me too much. It was just a matter of time before the person's voice gave away their identity.

"Don't worry, my son, I will be very quick with what I want to tell you, and I believe you have something to tell me too. Well, let me go straight to the point. Tomorrow is the D-Day."

Words are not enough to describe the tremendous fear and shock I felt at the same time when I recognized the speaker's voice. But the arrow that pierced my heart at that moment was betrayal. It felt like my heart had burst and was bleeding. My mind felt a little foggy too, probably because I found the situation difficult to believe.

Well, the speaker was Tutor John.
Who could have ever expected that Michael, my best friend and one of the only people I greatly trust in John Felix Academy, would turn out to be an accomplice in the plot to kill me? Michael is the real definition of the kind of villain I usually talk about. It was as if he was born to become one. The guy's expertise in deceiving was top-notch; I never suspected him.

"D-Day," which Tutor John mentioned, got me thinking, and my fears quickly brought me to the most probable assumption: that it's the day meant to kill me, and from what he said, it was the next day.

As my ears continued taking in their words, the fear in me kept increasing like a skyrocketing temperature. If fear was a ticking bomb implanted in me, I swore I would have exploded at that moment.

"I'm delighted to hear that, Dad. Poor Paul thought I'm on his side. I guess my acting skills are superb."

I heard Michael say that vividly. His laughter, which accompanied those words, revealed how evil he truly was. I was indeed broken emotionally, my heart shattered to pieces and soaked in despair. My emotions that day were like an erosion.

"You couldn't even wait for me to praise you," Tutor John responded.

"Well, you deserve to be proud of yourself. You're such a genius of a son. I knew you would easily execute your assignment."

Listening to Tutor John's response, I realized that I was being deceived, and it became even more evident. My mind raced back to when Michael told me he had lost his dad at the age of five. It became clear to me that all the emotions Michael displayed in front of me were just a facade.

"Could his mom be involved too?" I wondered. I couldn't help but think of Michael's entire family as evil. It was possible that the entire household was playing a role in Tutor Beatrice's evil plot. I was lost in thought when the sound of footsteps jolted me back to reality. From the sound, I assumed it was Tutor John leaving the class. In a flash, I turned and tiptoed to the class before ours. I hid there until the sound of Tutor John's footsteps completely faded away.

While hiding, the thought of confronting Michael came to me. It might seem like a stupid thing to do, but I was driven by emotions. I didn't give myself room to think about it thoroughly. I couldn't pretend that I hadn't heard anything. So, immediately after Tutor John's footsteps faded away, I came out of my hiding place slowly.

I checked if Tutor John was still in the hallway before fully coming out from where I was hiding. Michael was about to leave the class when he saw me entering. We were some distance away from each other. I could see the shock in his face, though it wasn't that obvious.