Don't Forget(Chrissy Costanza)

Chapter 3

Kate's POV
"What the fuck is wrong with that woman?!" Asked Nix as she grabbed a pillow from my bed.
After my encounter with the Queen, I needed to vent to someone and Nix is always available for me, so it sounded like the perfect moment for a sleepover. We were sitting in my bed just chilling surrounded by my lights, bookshelfs and polaroids of my friends.
"I have no idea! She sounded so... Desperate. Like if she actually was sorry for yelling at me... Do you remember Gabrielle Livesey?"
Nix  lowered her head and I immediately knew the answer.
"She was my cousin." Answered my friend.

In the two years we have been hanging out with each other... I never got the urge to ask about whether or not she knew Gaby. I guess Nix has more to her than just her name, wich she has been very careful at keeping a secret.
"I still can't believe she didn't fight for me... My cousin... Dead by lack of oxygen. Died fighting the monster. I wish I could've been there, I would've cut the rope, I could've saved her... I just..." She tried to finish the sentence, but the tears fell freely.
I saw my friend fall apart in utter shock.

"I... Don't know what to say..." I tried speaking, but I was very lost of words.

"Don't say anything... Please... I'm not in the mood for any more pitty." She said cleaning her face.

I nodded in pure agreement.

"But yeah... We should get some sleep now... Tomorrow we have class." Proposed my friend, cleaning her face.

I turned the lights off. Still thinking about Chrissy.

"So... What's with the Queen's new fan?" Asked Tergel snickering.
Turns out someone tries to blackmail Chrissy. I saw another letter on her locker when I was going to leave the newest one.I knew it was not of mine, beacuse I write mine on colored paper, or recycled one and I ALWAYS leave it inside her locker, this one for a change, was a plain white printer sheet, folded and pasted with some tape on the locker door. I took it from there to respect the honor of the Queen, I slowly took the sheet of paper from the door and kept it hidden under my sleeve. Because, truth is that I worry about her, now that I know another part of her I care more than anything of her wellbeing. When I was certain that no one was watching me, I gave a read to the note.

"I know about you and Taylor. I believe you owe me a huge explanation. Meet me at the changing room during unch break.

Love

-Holly."

Fuck. She saw us. What the huge heck?! Oh my God I'm hyperventileting.

I took a deep dreath, folded the note, and sliped it in locker 236b, THE locker I've spent a lot of time near it lateley. The Queen's locker. I turned around and noticed how students started gathering up like sheep in a slaughterhouse. The air was tense, you could cut the atmosphere in the hall with a butterknife. I instantly knew what was going on. Teenagers are like moths, they only can be called with a good light, except that these creatures don't need light; they need DRAMA. And everyone who spends a day in here knows who the drama seekers are: Christina Costanza, Leonard Evans, Holly Ramos, Jennifer Costanza and Christofer Hall.

I decided to follow the crowd, I haven't seen her in a while, I wonder if she mises me.

"WHERE IS KATERINE TAYLOR?!" Yelled Holly, from the center of the circle of death.

My hands started shaking, I lowered my head and begged the universe to save me from this huge problem. The circle of death is the space the drama-seekers leave for the drama kings and queens to torture someone to their choice. Some rules of the circle: get in the circle, and you accept your fate. Try to get someone out of the circle, you get the whole school to beat the shit out of you.