The Middle One Will Die

001: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

It was a little past 4 pm and I walked out of the classroom to the busy hallway of our school with Isabella. We walked to our lockers, which were almost next to each other and, after that, out of the building to the hot weather, to the burning sun.

"She can't even sing!" we whine in one.

"Talking about Mrs. Flattington again, are you?" Asena -our best friend, who has black hair reaching her shoulders, a wolf cut and ocean blue eyes- walked up to us.

"Yes!" we both answered. "We know music classes aren't only about singing and the voice, but she claims she's the best singer ever and that when she was younger she was a singer!" Isabella said.

"She's the worst singer!" I confirmed.

Asena rolled her eyes, but said, "I know. She's my music teacher too, and we've gone through this conversation like hundreds of times."

"Yes. But why does she have to be a pretentious prick?" Isabella asked.

"I don't know. Let's just go to the cafe already" Asena said.

"Okay, but library after that" Isabella said, so we headed to the cafe, which is about four hundred meters away from the school.

I -and Isabella- looked around us in the cafe, Asena headed straight to the counter.

We saw Daphne Nikava, a black haired girl with steel blue eyes and Pandora Easten, a girl with beautiful wavy shiny blonde hair and jade eyes, sitting in one table next to the glass wall where you see to the street. We don't know the two girls very well, but someway from school and had spoken to them a little. They both are seventeen years old, like Asena.

Isabella and I walked to the counter, too, joining Asena, who was ordering a latte for herself. I don't like coffee, nor does Isabella, so we both ordered ice tea, which is sold in the cafe, it's not in every cafe.

We went to one table in the corner where we could watch the street full of people. People were walking in the hot weather to home, back to work, or whatever they were up to, I didn't care so much. But as I turned to my two friends, I saw -not to my surprise at all, though- Isabella staring at the people thoughtful expression on her face.

"I wonder what that guy going to that smaller alley is doing. He looks some way quilt. Should we go and find out?" she asked, turning at Asena and I at her last sentence. We of course shouted, "No!", because that would be no good.

"Isabella, your curiousity is killing me slowly. I don't mean anything bad, and you know it, but how can a person be so curious that they have to stalk people?" Asena asked, truly not meaning anything bad. I know she wouldn't mean bad.

Isabella just shrugged and drank her iced tea. "I mean, I don't do that anymore, do I?" she said then.

"Not really" Asena said.

"Fortunately," I added. Really, I still remember when she was younger. Stalking people isn't okay, Isabella, I said in my mind. I wouldn't say that out loud, and she knew it, so there was no need to.

"Hey, remember that one time you wanted to take us with you to stalk someone - was it a girl? Anyways, and she -I think she- she almost saw us because Asena isn't that kind of person to do something like that and just wanted to go inside straight away, thought that isn't involved in stalking in any way, just going inside" I said then, remembering that fun trip. We were only 12 back then.

"Yes, after that I never wanted to take you two with me" Isabella said, remembering too.

"And I'm glad of that" Asena laughed. "You can do it by yourself or with Alora, I'm not born to that kind of stuff" she said.