College Fiend [A$AP Rocky]

Twelve

Oh, the devil was playing games.

The devil, Grim Reaper, or Death himself—whoever it was, they were toying with our minds and giggling as we squirmed. I didn’t like it, and if I could get my hands on that sucker I’d kill him myself.

This didn’t have to happen! Sheena didn’t have to kill herself. I refused to blame Brian, because if you really thought about it, anyone would yell it out that way after hearing the news. Even I would. No one’s perfect. And even if he didn’t yell it out, everything the detectives do unwillingly goes public. People talk, and people eavesdrop. One would tell another, and another and another, after eventually spreading across the school like a wildfire. If not, I was pretty convinced that Neffie wouldn’t only tell Detective Albany her news. She’d see to it that someone else found out, be it Flo or one of her other minions.

Sheena said it herself—everything in the dark must come to light.

I didn’t even know who the ‘friend’ was that she spoke to on the phone that night. How would I ever find out? How would Detective Albany ever find out? Sheena jumped out of a window and killed herself, taking the answers with her.

The mystery didn’t even matter to me; the fact that someone who I found suspicious and who I should have been so much nicer to was dead mattered more than anything. Detectives and police officers weren’t about compassion and condolences, though. They may try to appear as if they were, but they weren’t. All they wanted was to wring the answers right out of you like a mop.

“You know the drill, Brice.” Malcolm sat down across from me at the precinct’s interrogation desk, the same one that Travis (who was finally released from jail) was questioned at. “Tell me what happened.”

This scumbag wasn’t nearly as skilled at cajoling as Albany was, but he could annoy the crap out of you. That didn’t help the case, but it sure did satisfy him.

“This won’t take long, anyway. It’s just a suicide case; it’ll be put down by tonight. So just spill it, since you and I don’t like each other and we don’t want to be here.” He enjoined. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, even while he was right.

“We were at the precinct when Albany was questioning Neffie. I’m sure you know who was there. Anyway, Brian seemed interested in the interview so he listened in, and he heard Neffie tell Albany that Sheena was a lesbian. Once Sheena came back from the bathroom—

“It seems like that girl’s always in a bathroom when something juicy happens.” Malcolm interrupted.

“Anyway,” I continued, “when she came back Brian asked, ‘you’re a lesbian?’ since he was still shocked. The others heard so Sheena ran home because she was embarrassed. I would have gone after her but we weren’t allowed to leave…when I was questioned I told Albany about the phone call, which he probably informed you of. When we did leave, I caught a ride on Hunter’s car and we stopped for gas. That slowed us down. Maybe if we hadn’t stopped…”

I choked up then and looked away, not wanting to cry. For some senseless reason I chose to wear mascara to be interrogated, as if it were a special occasion. Once the oncoming tears finally disappeared, Malcolm yawned—blatantly showing his lack of concern for the situation—and stood.

“That’s it. I’ll drive you back to the school.”

“Don’t you have other people to question?”

“You were the last.”

I had no choice but to take his ride. If I didn’t, I would have to walk back to the university and be left alone with my thoughts, which were going to make me cry.