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Cantarella Chapter 6 {Friday Part 2}

Friday Part 2 Chapter 6

I make my way back to class, a mask of calm plastered on my face. I notice that everyone either looks sad, is grieving, or crying. Jake was a friend to everyone n the class, even me, so of course his death, or 'disappearance,' would cause a big stir in the classes. It kind of made me think though, what if our friendship was only a way to prove that I wasn't some cold bitch? I shook my head, knowing the answer to that. Despite my unwillingness to really talk to him, we still became friends and he never said anything to anyone about it because I asked him.

But it's still unbelievable to know that he's dead. And for a reason that might've been idiotic... It makes me feel guilty, the fact that I'd heard him outside my door, I'd heard the panic in his voice but I still ignored him. The simple thought brought thousands of tiny little knots into my stomach. I guess at least now he'll at least be with poor Joey. That's the only positive thing I can think up about his death. If he even is dead. I sigh, sitting down and setting the diamond sword at the side of my desk.

Today may be the worst day ever. My own 'personal guard' lied to me about Jake's death for some reason I can't even call the truth. Which is suspicious. I know everyone has their own secrets and all, but what kind of secret would make his go ahead and lie to my face about the death of the only friend I've ever had? It just didn't make sense to me. The world never makes sense actually, and it's really starting to get on my nerves. But then again, lately everything has been getting on my nerves. I've been so jumpy and alert that it's getting to be a bit unhealthy but it's not like I can actually do anything.

And that's not even the worst of my problems!

A Senior is threatening me because I'm - according to his standards - not fit to be the heir to the Noir name. I wonder if he's realized I'm not even the heir. But I guess not. Idiots - like him and Stephan - always go head first into situations, then they do the research later. He's probably just realizing now that I'm not the heir of the family, nor am I important; just 'cause I'm a girl. And not only that...

"It's all your fault she's dead!"

I jump up in my seat, eyes scanning the room for the source of the voice, only to find that it came from within the deeper parts of my mind; my memories. I groaned, rubbing the stress out of my mind and wishing all this chaos, killing, everything, could end peacefully.

I wish I wasn't a Noir; I wish I wasn't going to this school; I wish my father wasn't Xavier Noir and I wish that I didn't have to become a senior. Biting down on my lip, I resist the sudden urge to just run out of the room, and go for the training room to get rid of all the tension in my muscles. I couldn't take sitting still here for thirty more minutes. It just seemed to long for me. I needed something physical to do, and I needed to do it now.

"May I be excused?" I inquire as loudly as possible, so that my voice isn't blocked out by all the crying, sniffling and other noises of the surrounding students. I plead the teacher with my dark violet eyes and a pout, which works to my advantage.

"I... guess. Go, now." I stand up from my seat; dumping everything in my bag, I sigh. It's kind of lie on Tuesday, only difference is, Jake's dead, I have a PG (Personal Guard) have been threatened, and my secret hideout is no longer secret. This seems like to much drama to be dealt with in a single week, but I'll have to manage. Slinging the titanium sheath over my shoulder, I silently make my way to the door. I look back, pausing at the door. Thirty pairs of eyes glare coldly at me, probably thinking that the only reason I'm not crying was because I didn't care. They didn't realize how much worse this all was for me.

Fighting the urge and need to let a single tear slip down my face, I stalked through the halls for a while the moment I realized someone was tailing me. I took a quick U-turn into another hall, before taking out my sword, stabbing into the wall and then using it to suspend me in the air. It wouldn't work for a long time, I knew, as the sword had already begun to slice through the drywall too easily. I used my feet to try and keep that time limit from speeding up and waited, watching the hall where I'd previously had been walking through.