Secrets of Night

Chapter 13

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A bit disappointed that my alone time is over as I make my way through the halls of school, I lift my t-shirt, whipping the thin layer of sweat from my brow before anyone might see. Heaving a sigh in an attempt to clear my mind of the drama from the past day, I make my way to my lovely blue locker and dump my pack into the rusted container, a bright red folder suddenly having appeared in the top shelf of my locker, undoubtedly containing my missing assignments from yesterday per school policy. Rummaging through my bag, I find the first few notebooks and supplies I will need to carry me through classes until lunch when a high pitched scream splits the silence of the halls causing me to jump slightly.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE GOT AWAY!?"

Startled, I spin around to see Alejandro fall to the floor at the entrance of the girls' bathroom even though when they had me tied up he said they bought me from the guys Sassy had hired. Oh geez, that was yesterday too. Why did everything have to happen yesterday? I mean at least I don't have to keep track of difference days for the different instances, but my mind is a little overwhelmed from all the excitement.

Anyway, what is he doing here? According to him and his accomplice, they've never met Sassy. His gaze meets mine and he freezes, a mysterious dark thin bruise showing on the side of his neck, undeniable proof that yesterday was not a nightmare no matter how badly I wish it were.

I allow the confusion to break through on my face, each passing minute making my world more tangled than the last and doing my best to play ignorant to the situation which isn't difficult when you actually have no idea what is going on. A very pissed off looking Sassy storms out of the bathroom, her heels ticking like a clock and marches over to me, seething with rage as she growls animalistically. She huffs and tosses her blindingly shiny hair over her shoulder, sending a wave of flowers to my nostrils; this girl really needs to get a different perfume. Honestly, I feel like I'm suffocating!

"Well, I'm sorry to see you're back."

Feeling touched by her icy words, I smile sweetly and bat my eyelashes in innocence even though all I want to do is murder her. I'll give the girl this, she's brazen, doesn't care what she does, who she does it to, who it hurts, even desiring for her fellow student to die. She's one cold hearted bi-uh, brat, I really need to work on my language, I promise I normally don't swear this much. But seriously, how messed up is that? She actually wanted whoever Alejandro and Chubs bought me from to kill me, not scare me, not hurt me, KILL me- she's sixteen!

"So sorry to disappoint, but I can't say I'm anymore thrilled to see you than you are to see me seeing that you tried to have me killed. You know, I could always tell the police and I'm sure they'd be very interested to hear of this last stunt you tried to pull and terribly pleased to see me. I'm willing to bet they haven't heard a story quite like a beauty queen trying to order a hit on her practically invisible classmate over a bloody t-shirt or why ever it is that you hate me so much."

Her face turns scarlet with anger at my words and suddenly, without any indication of movement, she snatches my glasses from my face in a swift motion causing me to flinch back in surprise. She holds the glasses up to her eyes, inspecting them suspiciously as I swallow hard, watching as her hazel green eyes turn to a deep chocolate brown iris behind the lenses. Her scowl deepens and she shoves the glasses back onto my face, the illusion of the glasses wearing off the second the glasses leave her face and her hazel-green irises returning once more. She turns her frown to Alejandro and screams at the top of her lungs, clearly so overcome with rage she couldn't care less who heard. Even the heat is surprised by the rage within this girl and let me tell you, that isn't an easy thing to do to something which literally thrives on violence for some reason.