Lauretta couldn't sleep that night, it was always one thought or the other. If she wasn't thinking about how to stop Hugh, it was how her small exchange with Bruce was the last she'd seen of him. If those two weren't plaguing her, it was how she blatantly told Elvis she wanted to kiss him.
*Why am I acting like this? Is it because I never had the luxury of crushes, confessions and dating back when I was in my senior secondary school? I feel so ashamed, what does he think of me now? Does he think I'm cheap? Or childish for not knowing who I want to date..?*
Lauretta never had a crush asides one when she was 11. She'd written about it in her diary and when her parents found out, her dad had the boy transfered. The follow-up was a severe warning to stay away from boys.
It was morning now and Lauretta had finished getting ready for class before her other roommates when she overheard their conversation about Iris's death.
Lauretta started to believe Iris might've been the "scapegoat" and not Bruce. The way she was found dead would suggest so, after all, Hugh did detonate the probe.
*But does that mean Bruce isn't dead? Or did he die of something else?*
The school started to feel scanty even though the halls were as full as usual. Something about knowing that everyone was a ticking time bomb, literally.
Lauretta rendered Arike's letter useless to the case against Hugh and proceeded to stash it in her locker.
"Shoot, why won't this budge?" Her locker was jammed and she couldn't get it to open.
From across the way, she spotted Elvis watching her with an unreadable expression. She wasn't going to ask him or any of the many students passing by for help, but it annoyed her that he just stood there, staring at her.
*Why is he looking at me like that? Is he secretly making fun of me? Is it fun to see me struggle? If he wants me to ask him for help, then he's really mistaken.*
With a grunt, she managed to pry the door open but hit her leg in the process. Just as she hissed at her luck and was about to slap the door, she heard Elvis snicker.
"Why's he acting like a jerk today?" She muttered.
"Who's acting like a jerk today?"
"Oh! Damien, it's you..." She looked back to Elvis but his attention was elsewhere.
"Yeah, how're you feeling now? I was worried when you took off like that." He moved to her right, donning a loose gym shirt.
"I'm fine. Sorry if I worried you."
"It's alright. It's a little early but why don't we get to class. You've got History with me."
Lauretta nodded and took a step towards Damien, causing her leg to throb. She lost her footing and fell onto his shoulder with her lips at the base of his neck.
The collective gasps and whispers of those around made Lauretta want to die that instant.
Damien withdrew her from him but the look in his eyes gave her a fright.
Damien was panting a little, his cheeks looked flushed and his eyes were completely glazed over. He stared at her like she was meat, eyes darting from her lips and neck to her figure. The base of his neck was apparently an erogenous zone.
"D-Damien, er you could go on ahead of me. I left something at the dorm."
"Ahem, sure." Embarrassed, he agreed instantly and left.
"Hey, not bad, throwing yourself at Damien like that. But get this, he'll get bored once he's gotten in your pants. Pfft."
"Nina..."
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Royal Heritage Academy {R•H•A}✓
Mystery / Thriller****MYSTERY/THRILLER ****Young Adult/Teen Fic..?😅 '''How to survive at R. H. A : ~ Don't judge a book by its cover because nothing is as it seems. ~ Be the speculator when you are supposed to. ~ Mind your own business. And lastly...
