One Shot Stories (English)

THE WOLF'S GAME

The school will hold another three-day school festival next week. This will serve as a fundraising program that will be given for charity. Whereas, the program mandates every class to set- dup a booth or stall to promote and sell their products or services to outside visitors.

As the school's Council President, it is my sole purpose to manage, oversee, and approve different suggestions. The flow of the foundation, booths, and other commodities were settled but I was stucked in an unwanted turn of event. Not only was the festivity giving me a headache. A bad boy student pinned at me when classes had started.

Bickering here, bickering there. Shouting here, shouting there. And a photo that drives me nuts!

"Whatever! I need to attend PE!" Friday morning, PE class is about to begin.

I went back to the classroom to change into my PE uniform. Before I leave, there was a small envelope that was inserted in my bag. All of my classmates are at the gymnasium, and I was the only one here.

I shrug and open the envelope.

I immediately tore the photo and envelope apart.

"How the hell did this get here again?!" I exclaim.

I ran out of the classroom thinking who in their right minds would send that photo.

Who is the suspect?

The students clamored during PE class. Ranting about dodge ball. I look at the whole class with accusing eyes. Then my gaze landed on Dilan. The bady boy who messes me. I averted my gaze in a different direction. It couldn't be him. He is annoying, but we haven't interacted recently.

"Brietta, can I talk to you?" My best friend raises her eyebrow at me the moment I butt into her circle of social conversation with the others.

She excuses herself and walks towards me. "Hey! What's the problem, Heather? Is the President having a breakdown?" She joked.

I pulled her away from the crowd and whispered. "This is serious, Brietta! Remember the story that I told you when I did my summer part-time job?"

"You mean the ridiculous rabbit costume that you screwed up? Yeah! What about it?"

"Shhh!" I slap her mouth when one of our classmates came near us and told us that dodge ball will begin. "We'll be right there! Give us a minute!" I politely told her. Brietta violently removed my hand and pinched my arm. "Aw! That hurt!"

"Does it? I can do it again!" She threatened as she was about to attack.

"Hey! No fair!" I defended myself. I pull her away from me before she could even dare pinch me again. "Let me finish my story! And don't mention the ridiculous costume!" I hissed and let go of her hands.

"So, what is it?"

""God! I am in big trouble, Brietta."

"Umm, duh?" She commented again.

I grumble and facepalm, "Someone saw me in that costume last summer! And I have been receiving the same damn photo with a letter on it!"

"What kind of letter?" She curiously asked.

"It was a photo of me." I corrected.

She look at me confusingly and pursed her lips. "Wait! You said it was a letter."

I grunted and pulled my hair. "It was a photo! And has a letter at the back of it!" With so much frustration she just nodded her head and closed her mouth. I inhale and exhale before I continue my story, "At the bacm of the phot is a handwritten letter that says; "I know what you did last summer, President. Be my date on the final day of the fundraising program or else I'll be posting your photo online. Meet me at the football field, 5 sharp". Like—hello?! Who does that?!" I paused and raised an eyebrow on her, "Why are you looking at me like that?"