INSTA-Daddy

37

Alas!
What better way to end my day but with another gift inside my locker.

Wes and Liz were with me when we went to our lockers before going home.

Another bag of rotten fruit peelings-- mostly bananas. Another note saying I was a filthy trash. The insides of my locker had started to smell. Good thing my friends were with me to help clean it up. However, I'm running out of perfume to take the stench away.

"Have you gotten any suspects already,?" Wes asked, adjusting his backpack shoulder strap.

I shook my head as I closed my locker's door. I've changed my locker pass a gazillion times already and yet, the gifts still keep coming.

"Other than you, who else has access to our locker codes?" Liz questioned.

Wes gave a chortle. "I have my guess. But I ain't saying it yet till there's proof. But I'm keeping an eye on her."

"Wow," Liz clapped sarcastically. "Wait a minute a her?"

Looks like Liz noticed the pronouns he used as well.

"Oh did I say her? I meant 'it'," Wes did a playful cough.

Liz shook her head with suspicion then shrugged. She turned to me instead.

Before heading home, we decided to take a stroll at the mall for a while and watch a movie since Wes' dad allowed him to bring their car. I didn't want to at first but after knowing John Krasinsky was in it, I changed my mind almost  immediately.

It would have been nice to stay a while longer but unfortunately.. we had exams to think about.

However, as soon as I got home, I wished I hadn't.

I had just reached for the knob when I heard a voice from the inside. It was a girl's voice. She chuckled and then I heard Tom's voice. Swiftly, I opened the door and was taken aback with what I saw.

"Alright so what's the value of x?" Margie was sitting right there on our sofa and beside her was Tom.

"The 'ex' has no more value," Tom's voice was so low, he was almost mumbling the phrase, but still enough for me to hear despite my distance.

"Oh my gosh. Did you just tell a joke?" I rolled my eyes with disgust as she began to giggle flirtatiously. Tom wore his usual stoic face.

They finally notice my presence and both turned their heads by the door, where I was, at the same time.

I noticed Tom's eyes widened while Margie hurriedly stood up and greeted a smile (with a little bit of wave).

I gulped a lump in my throat. I felt that lump squashed my heart cavity. My hand clutched the knob tighter after closing it.

Why is she here?! I thought noone was supposed to know that I live here.    Why is he breaking his own rules, bringing somebody here in the house?!!

I did my best to suppress my furiousness. I hope my best was good enough.

"M-margie. What are you doing here?" I asked beneath my breath.

I took a couple steps forward to lessen my gap from the sofa.

"Oh I was tutoring Tom," my eyes trailed her hand as it lay flat on his shoulder. Tom quickly shrugged it off and stood.

"I'm feeling hungry," he uttered and went to the kitchen. For all I know he's just looking for an escape from this scenario.

"Tutoring?" I cocked an eyebrow. Since when did Tom needed any tutoring?