A friend To Remember.

58: Who is Zeet?

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"How do we find Zeet? We are not just going to walk up to any random student and ask if they are Zeet anonymous?" Daniella folded her arms, looking around the locker room.

"If I tell you that I know, I would be lying. Everything just seems to not be working. I don't know what to do." Colton answered, his eyes also trailing everyone passing by. They were all high alert.

The rule was to be together so it would be harder for the killer to get to them, even though the killer had taken out Armstrong, Bishop and almost Goke at the same time.

Denise didn't answer her father, she was annoyed and was hanging out with Goke out of spite. Everyone believed that she attempted to take her life and the first time she entered school back, everyone was staring and whispering but she didn't care. Daniella was hiding something but she didn't care enough to find out what it was. Now she had to go to a mandatory therapy section because her father believed she tried to kill herself. She was sick of it.

Cynthia approached her and pulled into a tight hug, relief washed over her face. She looked so happy that she bursted into tears of joy just seeing her friend.

"I am so glad you are back and you are okay, rveryonenwas saying you were dead, I was so scared."

Denise rolled her eyes. The rumors were coming from Zeet anonymous and she would not be shocked if she appeared again on her blog. She was sick of that tattle tale.

"I am fine Cynthia, was just a mistake." Goke made her promised not to tell anyone about her incident until they were sure about what was really going on. Denise wondered what he meant and if he believed her.

"A mistake?! Denise you were out for two weeks! I was terrified." Cynthia couldn't believe that she would just causally say that? What was wrong with rich people?!

"Okay, okay, I am sorry. I didn't know what I was doing but I am fine now." she tried to smile even though she was uncomfortable.

Goke smiled at her from behind Cynthia, proud that she didn't tell her the truth. It was just a safety precautions because the less people knew about their problems, the better for everybody.

Now, all they to do was find Zeet anonymous or go back to Jumanji and dyscript is computer. The two options were impossible. In Bellrich, the elite were untouchable but it didn't mean they could compell Jumanji or Zeet, two of the most powerful individuals in the world.

"So... exams are approaching and after is founders week! Are you reading?!" Cynthia intertwined her arms with Denise. They left the locker room and slowly approached their class, while Goke followed behind them.

"Not really but I have read enough for my make up tests." she assured her. Cynthia smiled.

"That good, you know they don't allow scholarship students to take make-up test. Only normal students have that privilege." Cynthia said absentmindedly.

"That sucks, why is Bellrich like that?" Denise said that at least twice a day and she still couldn't figure it out.

They all entered the class and noticed that her classmates were staring at her. She didn't care though, she knew what she would face when her father shamed her about the attempt which wasn't even an attempt. She just wanted to get the test and exams over with so she could go on her break.

Sheila promised her a trip to anywhere she wanted if she just got through the semester. Bellrich sucked but having such options was a luxury she never thought she would be afforded. Money was good and whoever said it wasn't didn't have enough of it.

She sat in her normal seat, next to Cynthia and Colton. Goke stared from his window seat, wondering why the kill would give her sleeping medicine instead of his normal way of killing? Were they wrong about the killer's pattern and motive?! Who was he going to kill next?