Friday Barnes, The Biggest Mystery Yet

Dealing with Christopher

*So this will pretty much be a recount of book 2 from Ian’s perspective as well as hints towards Panic Part 2 (let’s see how many of them you will find?)

Ian’s pov ~

Soooo, there’s this boy. I wouldn’t say that he was handsome, but he was short, pretty average height for a Peruvian woman in fact.

But one thing about him… He’s a damn leech.

Ever since he started at this school, he’s been stuck by Friday’s side, and all her attention is focused on him.

Now don’t get me wrong, the less I see of Friday Barnes, the better it is for my blood pressure. I even measured it in the nurse's office! Yes, making Friday an insignificant part of my day was the new norm.

Do I feel bad for scraping her with the fake ricin incident? A little.

Did I feel less bad when she said she enjoyed it? Unfortunately, that’s true.

Did I feel a bit angry that she enjoyed it? No…(I would have been if she hadn’t tripped and LITERALLY landed in his arms, but I am a mature young man, who wished he would have laughed at her trip)  

My life has been peaceful. Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

At breakfast, they are sitting together, smiling, having a great time. She turned her head and caught me staring at her (it was more of a glare, but she was probably too busy admiring how great I looked, it was the new face cream I used if anyone was wondering).

Then HE had to ruin the moment.

‘Friday, do you like pirates?’

‘Yeah, in fact the book we are reading in class is about pirates’

‘The one written by the guy who used to come here’

‘That’s right’

What a loser, asking her about pirates and the book that I know for a fact he already knew the origins of, just to get her to speak to him with those big, brown, chocolate eyes, wide and admiring, the way she smiles whenever she talks about something she is passionate about, or the way… hey..no..no.. I can’t think about her like that.

I’m losing it.

‘By the way, I wanted to ask you something’, I heard Friday continue the conversation.

‘Anything’, I would do anything for you Friday Barne, just you name it (I was so tempted to wag my hand and say this out loud but hey, I have a rep to maintain).

‘You’re birthmark’

‘What about it’, What birthmark?

I walked closer, acting as if I was getting another helping of yoghurt.

‘I’ve seen a similar one before, on a man my uncle had arrested whilst he was in the police force, he had black hair and brown eyes and a scar that cut down his lip on the right side’

‘Really, what a coincidence, do you think he could be my long lost brother’, he joked.

‘Perhaps, but he was a prior convict and his mark was actually a tattoo, a sign of brotherhood, I believe his name was Wat Hansa’

Then she moved to eat her muesli, but she casually caught him silenting mouthing out ‘Woust?’

‘Well, one can say that a birthmark is just a natural tattoo, but what are the odds of that happening?’

‘Yeah, what are the odd’, Friday trailed on, continuing with her breakfast.

But, don’t think I didn’t catch that venomous look he gave her.