Poison Beauty

Chapter 7

(DEBBIE’S POV)

Recess. 8:10 a.m.

I was thinking if Levi was just fine that time while I was walking in the school quadrangle. She should be mourning all night and morning, without sleep. I couldn’t deny that it was also my lost because Mrs. Wilma Victor became a good mom to Levi and to me. She already treated me as Levi’s sister and as her daughter, too. I just bowed down my head and sighed deeply in sadness. I continued roaming around until,

“Ouch!” the janitor clamored in pain and surprise after I got bumped on him.

“Ow, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—" I apologized and immediately picked up the phone that hardly fell on the ground but he quickly grabbed it from me and smiled.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry,” he uttered beaming while his eyes almost closed so I would not panic. He was one of the janitors in the university. He was known for being such a kind and approachable staff but I did not actually know his name. “Anyway, why are you alone? You always go here with your friend, right?” he asked, still smiling. He was so fuckin’ nice.

“Oh, Levi. She’s my best friend. I didn’t know that you would recognize us at all,” I uttered overwhelmed. Bitch, that was actually surprising.

“Of course. I’ve been here for a long time and memorizing all of the students here is just a small thing to me. I can even name the rats around here, hahahaha,” he explained. “Anyway, why is…Levi? …not with you?” he continued asking me.

“Honestly, her mother died last night. She did not attend our class for today,” I told him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Just please send my condolences, okay?” he said genuinely and continued sweeping the shits on the ground. I just nodded and walked away.

I was about to enter the canteen when I heard a number of people yelling at my back. What the hell were they cheering about?

I glanced backward over my shoulder and saw a bunch of tamed puppies that looked like they were entranced. They were wearing pink bands on their forehead with printed names on it.

TARA FOR SC PRESIDENT…

TARA…

Wait. Tara for what?!

Campaign wasn’t even starting that time. What kind of trickery was that?! Even flyers were literally flapping its wings around the school.

That bitch was really getting into my nerves.

“Hey, girl!” someone came in front of me and smiled.

Fuck, that was so fake. Tara handed me a flyer and said, “Vote me for President, okay?”

She grinned as her shoulders jumped like a 7-year-old girl who got her pink cotton candy.

You did not even say ‘please’. How did your parents raise you?

Tara was about to leave me but my mouth couldn’t help but, “You know what, you look like Barbie doll.”

“Oh, sweetie. Thank ya!” she replied, blushed.

Bitch, you should know I was insulting you. Your personality stinks like a burnt plastic and rubber.

“And you must win the election 'coz I know your head carries vacuum for sure,” I added and grinned too. I said that because I thought she wouldn't get me.

“Vacuum cleaner. Ain’t it that heavy? I know my brain carries too much knowledge but it isn’t as heavy as that. Aww, I am overwhelmed” she jumped and hugged me.