Into The Night

Twenty

The news about the fire alarm prank had spread to the entire school like wildfire. I knew it would, I knew the consequences but it was worth it. I didn't get scolded, no one knew it was me apart from Taylor and no one suspected it was me apart from Niall.

The two first subjects were a bit of a mess as the students mostly won't shut up about the little rain incident from earlier. Honestly, I'm getting quite annoyed with a couple of girls complaining in their high-pitched voices about how their hair or make up is messed. A load of bull, if they can get over their boyfriends after a day, they can get over it within fifteen minutes, but no, it had been two hours ago.

It had been two hours and yet the teachers are still looking for the culprit to blame. They're wrong if they think it'd be easy, there's a reason why I've hacked into the CCTV's in the first place. I've put the video into a loop last time and also this time, all showing on time of the day, 1:49 AM.

I kept wondering if Taylor will set me up or not. I hope not. That'll just make me dislike her. Yeah, I was born in February and I got a bit of temperamental or mood swing issues. So I've heard and read, people born in February mostly have that kind of problem. Sometimes, simple things easily set me off.

So far, nothing has happened.

They kept on with the investigations, probably in hopes to get one single lead to the felon, but I didn't spend all my years as a leaguer to be caught red-handed. At most, all I leave is my mark, 1:49 AM.

And of course, I've had the whole ruckus recorded. I'll upload it later in the site.

Literature class came around, Taylor sat beside me almost immediately after walking through the door. Taylor smiled sweetly at me while I've had my mouth agape. She sat down gracefully, and placed her bag quietly on the seat.

"We had a deal, didn't we?" She said.

I nodded, "Yes, yes we did." I smiled, "So no avoiding anymore?"

She shrugged, "Yeah, it'd be pointless. Besides, I'm not going back on my word."

With that, Mrs. Sheryl went inside. We all greeted her and then she started discussing. Here I am again, taking down notes. After History, Literature is my next favourite subject, along with Science.

"Question." Taylor said.

"Mmhmm?" I hummed, still taking down notes. I kept my eyes on my notebook and my fingers firmly on my pen but I let her know that I was listening with a wave of my other hand.

"How are you not caught?" She asked, it was pretty rare that someone asks me that kind of question. . . I didn't actually expect it from her as I thought she'd figure it out.

"Cams." I replied briefly and I'd think she'd get it by now.

"You know how to--"

"Well, don't mention it here." I split in, someone else might be listening and then that's trouble for me. . . maybe even for the both of us.

"I meant," she said with a sigh, "how?"

I shrugged, "A friend of mine." And them I decided to change the subject. As I've told myself, her reasons for avoiding me weren't acceptable, she can't just avoid me just because of a few things. "My turn to ask."

I finally faced her, she nodded. "Okay, go ahead."

"Why did you avoid me?" I asked.

"I've told you." She reasoned out. Her voice had turned high-pitched and her eyebrows already met. Yes, she told me that she didn't want to have any traces of the league back to her life. . . but somehow, that wasn't enough for me.