Eleanora Azarola had it all - looks, money, attitude. 3 new students arriving threaten to turn her life upside down even more than it already is. Forbidden love, drama, secrets emerge as Eleanora tries to handle the high school life. Everything howe...
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There was one thing Eleanora did better than anything else, and that was lie so well no one even dared to think it wasn't the truth.
As she sat in a windowless room, waiting for the detective to appear, she wondered if she should do so. Of course she hadn't killed Marina, yet she knew perfectly well that if the mindless policemen couldn't figure out the truth, then they needed a scapegoat - Eleanora was the perfect one in that case.
Public fight? Check. Jealousy? Check. Boy she wanted for herself? Double check.
No wonder some of her classmates thought she was the killer. Then again, if they had only opened their eyes then they would have known she was never alone during the dance, not one time. She had always been with someone, except for the three minutes she had spent on her way to the locker room where she wanted to meet Samuel. Technically, the three minutes would have been enough to kill Marina and run away - Eleanora was sure that was the timeframe the detective was about to question her about.
The brunette felt herself getting nervous with every passing second. She had waited in the room for about fifteen minutes already, yet no one was in sight. Perhaps it was deliberately so; the more time passed, the more time the police would have to observe her and her behavior. Eleanora was sure someone was staring at her from behind the glass like she had seen so many times in movies.
Accompanied by her thoughts, Eleanora wondered if her friends had been questioned yet. She knew Carla was the next one in line after her; other than that, the girl didn't know anything. The police were supervising the teenagers every move - it wasn't possible to text anyone without their knowledge.
Eleanora resisted the urge to let out a sigh when the detective finally appeared; it was a woman who didn't bother to introduce herself. Instead, the woman instantly focused on Eleanora. She had never any problems with someone staring at her - after all, it was basically a daily occurence - yet she didn't like the way the detective was looking at her. She wanted to squirm under her watchful eye, but knew better than to do so.
"Were you and Marina friends?" The detective started. She obviously hadn't done her homework if she questioned Eleanora with a question like that. Everyone knew the two girls couldn't stand each other. Or perhaps she was aware of their relationship and wanted to find out whether Eleanora would reply with a lie.
"No. We were only classmates. We hung out at parties sometimes, but we didn't really talk." Eleanora replied slowly, not embellishing the fact that they indeed didn't talk. Even when Marina threw a party - or the other way around - the two girls would always attend the celebration, yet would never say not one word to one another. Unless it was to argue, which was something the two girls very often did.
"Were you jealous of Marina? She won the scholarship. Your teachers said that you had every potential to win the prize." The girl wanted to reply with an eye roll; she did have every potential to win the prize if only she had taken better care of her grades.
"Why would I have been jealous of Marina? I have everything she has." Eleanora snarled back at the accusing tone of the detective. Realizing her mistake, she took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax.
"Had. What Marina had." She corrected herself, the detective's eye never leaving Eleanora, except for a second to write something into her little black notebook in front of her.
"That's not exactly true, now is it?"
Eleanora felt her heart beating faster than before. She had been calm, like she always was under pressure, but now she felt herself getting nervous. The detective clearly knew about her and Samuel, and if jealousy wasn't the number one motive to kill Marina, Eleanora didn't know what was.
