"I just, I don't know. Just don't think that it's your fault!" Raquel finished crying. "What is going on though?" Michael asked, still confused. "Ah, Michael. Always clueless and unaware about the damn situation," she rolled her eyes at him and focused on me.
"But it is my fault, Raquel," I mumbled. "No, Ronnie," she breathed in slowly, "A bunch of students, paparazzi, teachers, staff...whatever! They were demanding for Mr. Promas and the police to reveal who was Sofia's killer. Now, a lot of people think that Sofia died because she did too much drugs, but that wasn't the case," she explained.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"What was that bag that you had before Sofia died? Was it the same one that was used to kill Sofia?" She raised an eyebrow at me. "Wait, what?" I gasped.
She chuckled, "I peeked into the reports. It says that there's a video of you buying a bag of cocaine a few hours before Sofia died. At the moment, they're running fingerprints to see if it's the same one. Are you the aconite killer or am I going crazy because some people told me it was Naomi, and I don't know," she breathed heavily.
"Why would it be Naomi?" I scoffed.
"Because everybody says she left. Mr. Promas said he expelled someone but he wouldn't tell us who in fear of us going after them!" Raquel exclaimed. "Well, listen, Raquel. That bag that I bought was for this guy right here," I said as I patted Michael in the back, suggesting that it was for him. "Why would Michael need you to buy it for him? He has money," Raquel rolled her eyes. "I-I was out of money," Michael sighed, "My parents don't know that I relapsed and if they find out, they'll kill me. I can't take 200 dollars out of the bank without them suspecting anything!" He exclaimed.
"Shut up, Michael. Didn't you use it all up that night anyways?" I asked, shutting him up.
"Yeah, but-----"
"Exactly. You see, Raquel? Before you start jumping to conclusions, get a fucking clue," I said in her face. "Whatever, Ronnie. Can you at least listen to why I think it's Naomi?" Raquel scoffed. "Spill," Michael piped in.
Raquel's POV
As the girls and I headed down the hallway passing the office, we noticed a bunch of paparazzi outside. "What's going on?" Selena asked. "I'm not sure, let's go find out!" Catherine frowned as we walked in.
"Uh, I'm sorry. Mr. Promas doesn't want to see anyone right now," Ms. Raina said.
"This is urgent!" I exclaimed dramatically. Ms. Raina rolled her eyes and unlocked the door to let us in. "Mr. Promas!" we barged in. "What's going on?" Selena asked. "Well, hello to you too!" Mr. Promas sighed. "Naomi never came back to first period, just saying," Catherine snitched.
"Catherine!" I nudged her.
"I know that, Ms. Alva. She left property," Mr. Promas blankly said as he put on his glasses. "Why?" I asked. "Why don't you ask her?" he said softly. "Because we know something is wrong," Selena said. "Well, just know that we already found our killer and we expelled her," Mr. Promas sternly said. "Her?" Selena frowned. "Yes, it was a she! Now, please. I don't have time for visitors. The police are investigating the entire building so please leave," Mr. Promas said as he was kicking us out.
The door abruptly shut and Selena sighed deeply.
"You don't think it's Naomi, do you?" Catherine asked.
"I kind of do," I sighed.
"What? Why?" Selena exclaimed. "Because she left school property and he would refuse to tell us why. Plus, it was a she who got expelled! Explain that," I folded my arms and raised an eyebrow at them. Selena and Catherine both sighed, "You're right," Selena replied. "Now, we have to tell Michael and Ronnie and the guys! Naomi is about to explain what is the meaning of this," I scoffed as I began messaging Naomi.
"We need to talk. NOW." My thumbs pressed the keypads.
"You tell them. I'm in no position to talk to Ronnie," Selena confidently said. "Are you finally over him?" Catherine gasped. "I think so, thank God," Selena sighed with relief. "Alright, I'll tell the guys. Go to second period!" I commanded as they hurried away and began with their indistinct chatter.
"Selena said that?" Ronnie asked, and from the looks of it, you could tell he was upset.
"Yep, that's what you get for letting her go," I smiled.
Ronnie scoffed, "This is exactly why I stopped talking to you guys." I frowned, "Why?" He sighed, "Because you're all too quick to judge. The only reason I let her go...is because she loves me."
"I...don't understand. Why would you let her go then if you know she loves you?" I asked confusingly.
"I just, I don't know. She loves me so much...and she needs someone better. I know that I can't make her happy like a normal boyfriend should so might as well let her go, right?" He smirked. "And you never thought that you loved her too?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Nope," he said flatly.
"Sorry for asking," I sighed.
"So, it's Naomi, right?" Ronnie said. "Yeah, let's go find her!" I demanded. "Yeah, you said she left school though?" Michael reassured. "Exactly, let's leave school. Have the rest of the guys meet us up there," I said softly. "But what about Coach Alley? He'll fail us," Michael whimpered. "Stop being a chicken! Let's go," I said as I held his hand and pulled them both out of there. "But my bag is in the locker room!" Michael whimpered. "Go get it!"
Ronnie's phone a vibrated through our pockets again.
Oh, it's Naomi, right? Think again. You have the wrong person and I have her wrapped around my finger. -M.P.G. "Oh my God!" I gasped. "Do you think she's hurt?" Michael asked. "We have to tell people, I'm so scared!" I breathed heavily.
"I think Naomi is in trouble," I shouted into the phone as Selena was calling me.
"Didn't you get MPG's message?" I asked. "Yeah, I did but I didn't understand it!" Selena exclaimed. "Let's go find her," Ronnie said as he grabbed my arm and we ran out of the school building.
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Game Face (UNDER EDITING)
Fanfic"We're just playing with you guys, calm down," they said. Little did they know...that I was playing the game too & boy, was I going to win.
