𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗟𝗶𝗲- cnco (on hoId)

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦

CHARISMA

The entire school now thinks of us as the 'unlucky ones'.
They're not wrong.
Because in a span of a few days, shit has hit a spot higher than the fan.
And J just keeps coming.
We never know when but they just do.

Us ten are huddled together in a group. Even if one of us has to stop to go to the bathroom, the other nine people are waiting outside. It sounds mundane and comical but I've realised.....we've realised we can't trust anyone.

Because J could be anywhere and anyone. We just need to figure out who.

I expect the others to leave me alone for my last class, which is Anthropology.
Trust me, it comes in handy.
What I don't expect is Christopher to fall in step beside me.
"Hey" He says
"Hi" I say and instantly despise the way my voice sounds.
"What's up?"
"Nothing much" I almost facepalm the wall. Could we get any more cringy?
"Cool" He replies and I bite my upper lip.
Asked and answered.
"Charisma, can we talk?" He says as soon as I reach my classroom.
"Why?"
"Please" He sounds so sincere I almost say yes but I can't.
I have my education to attend to, you know?
The teacher nods at us and we sit down.
I take out my notes to start cramming when a piece of paper lands on my desk.

The teacher doesn't notice so I slip the note towards myself and unfold it.

𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝔀𝓮'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷
- 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼
I scrunch my nose at his handwriting. It looks like a chicken scratch.
ɴᴏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ
- ᴄʜᴀʀɪsᴍᴀ
I push the note back and his jaw ticks as he reads.
𝓲'𝓶 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷
ɴᴏ
𝓲 𝓪𝓶
ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ
𝓲'𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓲𝓷
My eyes widen
ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀss. ғɪᴠᴇ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs.
He smirks at me.
I grab my pen to respond but we're cut off by the door bursting open.
"That costs money!" Our teacher yells.
A policeman stops at my desk and another grabs my arms.

"Charisma Tchaikovsky, you are under arrest for the murder of Janet Nakamura-Tchaikovsky"

A/N : i know yall hate me for this short chapter
love ya too ;)