onyx: poltergeist

seventeen

CELINE

Call me cynical, but I have a gut feeling Jayda and Mr Lambert's visit to the antique store went horribly wrong. So wrong that they themselves didn't even know anything about how it went wrong.

Last night Jayda texted me from Mr Lambert's phone confirming that the necklace was indeed haunted and cursed, which explained the ominous body switch scenario and all that. I must admit, the reason to why it was haunted was just downright morbid, and it definitely gave choker necklaces a new meaning to them. Freaky indeed.

Anyways, at least I can now think of solutions to how to reverse the curse.

I pushed open the main door of the faculty and walked in. As usual, I was pretty early, so that could count as a reason to why students had the time to linger around the locker lined hallway. I shuffled in, trying my best to keep my usual low profile, but right when I walked past the first person I watched as the hallway died down to a deathly silence, everyone's eyes fixated on me as if I had just murdered someone overnight.

What the hell was going on?

Seconds after the abrupt silence I made out the sounds of low whispers transmitting throughout the hall. Whispers that I couldn't really understand, besides one from a random jock I strolled past.

"She's the best friend of that whore."

Jayda? A whore? No, it can't be possible. The word 'whore' and Jayda don't belong in the same sentence at all, she can't be a whore. Not on my watch.

"I read that she fucked a teacher," another low whisper sounded out, followed shortly by a series of snickers. What in the world is happening? Oh god, no.

I huffed angrily and quickened my pace, brisk walking through the hallway and the sea of nasty comments directed at me and my best friend. I couldn't even tell I was practically running through the crowd until I heard someone call out to me from within in, his accented voice making it easy for me to tell who it was.

"Celine!" I grinded to a halt when I spotted Martin waiting for me in the corner of the crowd. He looked absolutely flustered, desperate even. In his hand he clutched his phone tightly, as if in fear that he'll lose it in the crowd. "I need to show you something very important, come here," he gestured over for me to join him at the side.

I quickly rushed over to his side before he pulled me into a room, an empty classroom, to be exact, even its lights weren't turned on. "What's going on?" I panted, still confused to the fiasco outside, "Is this about Jayda being a whore? God, this is so confusing."

Martin didn't say anything but let out a long sigh and thrusted his phone in my direction. A webpage to a blog article was open, and I swear I got the biggest shock of my life when I read the headline.

ILLICIT TEACHER-STUDENT RELATIONSHIP? STUDENT JAYDA HUDSON SPOTTED WITH TEACHER OUTSIDE GAS STATION.

I confess, if I didn't hold myself back I would have hurled Martin's phone out of the window. Charlene was there yesterday when Jayda and Mr Lambert went to the antique store to ask about the necklace? What kind of ridiculous news did she write about her? My anger was already skyrocketing up to my head and I could feel a headache coming.

I sucked it up and scrolled down to read further, abruptly stopping at a dialogue framed between a pair of open inverted commas. "So do you want me to escort you back to my house?" - Mr Adam Lambert, it read.