Braxten High

Chapter 6

Scarlett's POV:

After three long periods of staring at the fucking clock, it was finally lunch break. By the time we next saw the lockers, they were all cleaned up. It was like the vandalism and threatening never even happened.

Zara's parents may not care enough to find who this psycho creep who I am pretty sure also murdered their son is, but I will get to the root of this. With these thoughts along with very detailed imaginations of what I would do to the man or woman in question, Zara and I headed to the school cafeteria.

My eyes scanned over the cafe and I quickly located the table Dayton and Richards were sitting at. Grabbing a donut for lunch, we made our way to the boys. I slammed my tray that held my donut down rather harshly. The boys looked up, frightened. Good.

Zara nudged me and took a seat beside Azriel leaving me to sit with the idiot. I scowled at her smirking face and sat down as Ayden offered me a small smile. Very subtle, Zara. As I sat down, Ayden spilled his soda over his shirt. I rolled my eyes and handed him a paper towel, trying not to smile as he mumbled a sorry while frantically trying to dry himself. Dumbass.

"So, why did you want us to sit with you guys at lunch?" I asked after a moment of considerable silence.

Azriel was the first to speak. " I wanted to sit with Zara, not you," he sneered.

"Why you little son of a-", I began as he sat there with the stupidest fucking smirk, but Zara gave me a look. I huffed and sat down.

"Anyway," he started "I wanted to help Zara since my dad works for the NYPD and is the head of his team for this area. I thought if you guys are gonna wanna reach to the bottom of this-"

Obviously we do! This guy is high if he thinks we don't. Zara thanked him and started speaking about how it wasn't necessary. I jumped up. " Are you insane!? You think I'm gonna let this go?" I questioned rhetorically.

Ayden added, " Scarlett's right, we shouldn't let this go. Besides, we'll get more ti-", he stopped abruptly and cleared his throat as Dayton gave him a small smirk. "I mean, it'll be better if we all work on this together right?" he said nervously. I gave them an odd look. Weird much?

"Right," Zara sighed. I was not letting this go and she knew it. I was gonna go home and collect information and maybe talk to Mr. Dayton, as I'm pretty sure Azriel just slipped his number into Zara's phone. "Okay then. Let's do this," she said, sounding a little nervous but I know behind her 'good-girl' facade, she's always wanted to get to the bottom of this.

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I walked home alone, humming while listening to some music. Zara had to tutor some unfortunate sophomore after school for 3 hours apparently. Her math teacher is obsessed with her. That is kind of expected of the teacher with her grades.

What was not expected that quiet afternoon was a car, standing in the driveway of our penthouse. A car familiar to me. The same one I threw eggs at the night I ran away for good.

My mother's car.

The night before the first day of summer vacation was when I went away for good. It's been two whole months since that incident and she hadn't even tried to reach out to me, even after reading the letter and finding the key to the penthouse I left her. So why is she here now?

Hadn't she done enough damage to me? To our relationship. Apparently not, I thought to myself as I passed her prim little car and walked in, taking a deep breath to ready my brain for her bullshit.

-zoie and dawn