𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗟𝗶𝗲- cnco (on hoId)

𝘵𝘸𝘰

CHRISTOPHER

"Who's that?"
My gaze follows Richard's.
Two brunettes, one with short hair, the other with longer hair stand in the lunch line.
"Never seen them before" Joel's girlfriend Brielle leaned back, sandwich in hand.
"Probably fresh meat" Richard smirked.
"Isn't that Irena? The silent weirdo from physics?" Joel pointed at the black haired girl following them.

The longer haired girl turned around and my breath caught in my throat.
Sweet Jesus, she's fucking stunning.
Bee stung lips, a perfect toned and tanned physique and sharp brown eyes.
Brown eyes currently focused on me.
Her eyes narrow, almost defensively and my lip curls up from the corner.
"I'm gonna go say hi" Zabdiels girl Melina drops off the ledge she's sat on and struts over to the girls.
Her face lights up and she looks....almost divine.
The girl, obviously, not Melina.
"Simping much?" Erick nudges me and his girlfriend Kaia snorts.
That would make Richard and I the single ones.
I'm honestly not a love guy.
Never been one, never gonna be one.
Not that I'm a playboy.
Here in this school, we don't believe in the cliche social hierarchy.
Because everyone here is equally rich and equally guilty of some sin or the other.
Because that's just how it is in Silverton Grove.
No one is innocent.
Absolutely no one.

My inner pep talk about getting a passing grade in psychology is interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
Melina stands tall, followed by the two newbies.
"This is Roma Alberts " She points to the short haired one.
"And this is...."
"Charisma Alberts " The girl I was staring at says.
"Hi, I'm Christopher" I say, my gaze not leaving hers.
She opens her mouth to respond but we're cut off by a loud scream.
"WESTBURY!" A loud voice booms and Brielle pales.
It's him. And he's here for her.
The girl does drugs and sometimes her dealers get violent.
Nothing the school isn't used to though, the principal keeps mum as long as he's paid.
Richard nods at me and we lead our group plus the newbies to our secret place.
The place we go to whenever this shit happens.
Unfortunately for us, the guy apparently knows.
"Thought you could run away?" He grins, his gold teeth shining.
He brandishes a gun as he walks into the light.
I see Charisma's jaw tick.
Does she know him?
"Lomov?" She says, somehow reading my mind.
"Charisma Tchaikovsky" He laughs.
Wait....Tchaikovsky?
He says something in Russian and she responds in the same language.
I turn to the others to see them equally confused, minus Roma who looks fucked off, staring at the strange conversation happening.
"Enough chit chat!" Lomov yells
He points at Brielle, who gulps and shuts her eyes "You haven't paid so I guess....."
His words trail off as he falls to the floor.
Bleeding.
Melina s eyes widen and Brielle opens her eyes and gasps.
The rest of us are too shocked to react.
Because there lies Lomov.
Dead.
And Charisma stands over him.
With a gun in her gloved hands.

A/N ; i got straight in but this is my first time doing thriller so leave your feedback in the comments
my first exam is getting closer 😭 but anyways-