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lilian stacy’s boy(best)friend

—chapter six: two words, mcallister

People, at least, Ezra McAllister himself could guess who was to be the next president.

The debate session didn’t end well. Atlas Westwood targeted Ezra McAllister, accusing him of being feminist-baiting just so that girls chase after him. It was never true and it could never be true. And it cost reputation to be speaking like that in front of the whole school, even though a person like Atlas could easily make it all up again like nothing had happened. Whatever was on his mind.

The debate was ended by the moderator, teachers’ orders. And after, the day jumped into the voting session. All students, including the candidates themselves, opened Crawford’s website and logged in by their login info.

Everyone voted by choice out of the six.

Afterwards, there was a small parade replay by the teams as an ice breaker. Everyone had fun and laughed at the performances. At once the students forgot for a moment about the heated arguments in the debate.

The candidates sang along with the audience, even though numerous side-eyes happened between Westwood and McAllister. But the “blondie” could care less.

He chose this to be a jolly good day to remember.

——✩——

“There you are!”

Ezra’s smile lightened up at an instant, seeing Lilian waddling towards him in the hallway.

“I didn’t get to congratulate you yesterday,” she muttered softly. “Congratulations! You’re amazing! Really! You did VERY well! Love the speech!”

Ezra’s eyes crinkled. “Oh, thank you so much, Lilian,” he said, adoring the beautiful. “Terrific. I paid every detail, every second attention to your speech! It was beautiful.” “Thank you, thank you!”

Ezra sighed in content, “Like the last line?”

Lilian blinked. All of a sudden, her memory drifted to his voice delivering it. The softly spoken, yet full of confidence.

“...the sun will always shine on us.”

Lilian gave a big smile. “I do.”

“Quoted it from you. Wasn’t very creative.”

“But it really sounded like Ezra McAllister,” murmured Lilian, green eyes gazing at his. “Suits you well.”

“It’s all thanks to you!”

Ezra bit his inner cheek, thinking Lilian would bring up “Atlas topic” after, perhaps like her apologizing for his stupid, ridiculously flimsy argument the other day. He hated hearing about him from her.

The two walked through the corridors, passing by a lot of students. She didn’t talk about Atlas, thankfully.

“I really like your surname, by the way. The voting screens only showed the candidates’ family names, so I paid a lot of attention to yours,” she said. She had been talking a lot lately.

“Oh yeah?” hummed Ezra, studying how her hair bounced slightly as they strolled, now at the empty hall.

“McAllister. Sounds rich.”

Ezra chuckled, “You can have it.”

Lilian gave a pause. Ezra followed.

She glanced at him. He smiled.

“What’s wrong?” he leaned forward slightly. “You don’t want it?”

And he stopped at Lilian’s reaction.

Green eyes sparkling at him, as if hoping he wasn’t just playing around. Fingers folded.

“I do,” she breathed, with a little tremble. No echoes, for such words in the empty school hall.

The two gazed on one another before Lilian squeezed shut her eyes. Her cheeks went all red. Fists close to her chest.

Then, a hand ruffled, slight enough not to ruin her hair.

Lilian opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of his fingers on her head.

“Oh, that’s a relief hearing that,” Ezra grinned.

Another smile was etched on his face. Then, a small turn away. His brows wrinkled as he pulled his hand.

Soft inhale; he looked back at her.

“I like you, Lilian,” he smiled.

“Can I be your boyfriend?”

A little pause between them.

To give Lilian time to widen her pretty green eyes.

To give time for her lips to part slightly.

To give her mouth time to form a “Yes!”

But she didn’t.

She flung herself to him instead. With him, his arms embracing her lovingly. His smile wide in delight.

Now, against his shoulder, she muffled, “YES!”

——✩——

“Well, well.”

“Look who’s here?”

“The lovebirds.”

The couple smiled. The blonde boy allowed Lilian to walk first into Mrs. Eve’s tiny class first. He followed then.

Again, to their seats.

The six boys shook their heads. Nat kept giggling, thrilled. “Dear me, I shall go to course with Mimi alone, from now on.” Nat slipped her arm to Mimi’s dramatically.

“We lost another girl,” Nat whispered.

Mimi just sat still, smiling faintly at the navy haired girl.

“Another…”

Nat’s word repeated in the back of Mimi’s mind, aside from the aching pain of knowing that her crush and best friend actually started dating. Mimi did know Nat meant Christine for that “another girl”.

But… Christine had proved herself that she didn’t completely forget about Mimi.

Right?

Christine realized that something was off from Mimi, while others don’t, Mimi’s head said.

Well, Nat, even Miles did realize, though.

“Aw, such cute little things,” murmured Mrs. Eve, her eyes crinkled at Lilian and Ezra. The two sat closer than they usually were. Wholesome high school sweethearts.

“Ah, so this is why you were protecting her the other day,” giggled the tutor softly as she wiped the glass board clean. “I know you were ignoring my words on purpose, Ezra. So that I could forget about Lilian. I did, though, and I just realized it now. So, you nailed it!”

Lilian flushed, while Ezra smiled warmly at her. “At first I didn’t know what was he doing, Mrs. Eve,” murmured Lilian, “so I tried to catch his attention. Grabbed him by the arm. But he put my hand back instead. That’s when I realized.”

“Oh,” Ezra crossed his arms, “I thought you just wanted to touch me.”

Lilian gasped, eyes darting him dangerously. “EZRA!”

“So, I was like, ‘Lilian, this isn't quite the right time’.”

Lilian pushed his figure off the creaked chair, yet his body didn’t even move just a bit. She was all tomato red. And she definitely enjoyed it.

“My, my, typical first week of relationships, huh?” said Miles, half-smiling happy for them. Nat chimed in playfully, “Right? Feels like we’re in their way!”

“It’s lovely that you two got closer in a literal Chemistry study group. Really got that chemistry right.”

“You two looked cute together!”

“Lilian, don’t forget about me and Mimi, alright?”

“Hang in there, they’re about to answer like a jinx again!”

The night was a shower of support and happiness. As Ezra and Lilian walked out of the room once the course was done, the two talked lightly. Remembering how funny the keywords of periodic table was, Mrs. Eve’s version. The friends already gave them space and could be seen scattering away in a dash.

Ezra’s hand brushed slightly into hers. Her slim fingers twitched, yet quickly wrapped by his bigger ones. It felt warm.

“Let’s head home,” he smiled, as if they actually shared a house. Lilian nodded, putting on her helmet.

Click!

He didn’t let her lift fingers to hook the straps, though.

“Thanks—”

CLATTER!

A loud metallic stuff clatters startled her. Ezra then made his way through, “Wait, I’ll check.” The sound came from the restroom area. He stood in front of the women’s, just to see Mimi emerging from the door. Her body shook a little, just like a scaredy kitten.

“Mimi?”

She looked up, “O—oh!”

“Hey, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself there?” he bent down slightly, worry etched on his handsome features. Mimi’s pale cheeks blushed. Eyes sparkling at him, “N—no. I’m okay… Ezra,” she mumbled shyly.

Her heart was thumping loudly, until Lilian’s voice came in. “Mimi!” The girl in the helmet approached her, “What was that noise? Are you okay?”

Mimi smiled, nodding. “Yeah… just… I knocked off the soap holder. I startled myself after, hehe.” Both Ezra and Lilian smiled in relief. Little Mimi had always been on the top of their worry if something happened to her. That poor scared-looking girl!

“Has your father come to fetch you?” Lilian asked. “I thought you were gone along with the others!” Mimi nodded again, eagerly, “Yeah, he’s here already, Lilian.”

“Alright! Let’s head to the parking lot together,” said Ezra. Only a few meters they walked, looking like a family of three, Mimi clutched Lilian’s lower sleeve. Lilian glanced at her, “Huh?”

“Can… can I talk to you?”

Ezra who heard it said to Lilian, “I’ll wait on my bike, okay?” Lilian nodded at both of them, “Sure, what is it, Mimi?” The girl in pigtails guided her slightly back away.

“Lilian…” Mimi began in hesitation, “so… you are dating Ezra?”

Lilian blinked and chuckled a little, “Oh! I thought you wanted to talk about something else!” She gave a nod cheerfully, “Yes, we’re lovers, now. Gosh… I couldn’t believe I just said that word!”

Mimi gazed at her contented eyes. “Since when?” She couldn’t clearly see Lilian’s flushed face in the helmet, but there was. “A day after the election,” she replied.

Mimi nodded slowly. So it happened yesterday. Mimi hadn’t gone to school since that day because one of her pet bunnies fell ill. Mimi hadn’t had the time to check on their group chat with Lilian and Nat either.

She just found out when she arrived at Mrs. Eve’s course, when Nat ran towards her, screaming, “You wouldn’t believe what I heard this morning—LILIAN GOT A BOYFRIEND! And IT’S EZRA! O.M.G a real bound to falling in love! Can you believe it?!”

“Is he going to take you home?”

Lilian beamed again.

“Yes! He was excited to.”

“No longer with Atlas?”

Lilian laughed, “Oh, he’s been busy out there with basketball. Skips Mr. Adam’s course lately.”

Mimi nodded slowly. Lilian arched her brow, “What is it, Mimi?” Mimi blinked, shaking her head immediately, “Nothing.”

She was afraid Lilian could sense her unease, so she took her back to the parking lot. Lilian smiled warmly, thinking Mimi was simply worrying about her. Little did she know her best friend’s secret feelings towards her boyfriend.

“You seemed happier,” muttered Mimi, once they were close to Mimi’s father’s car. “You talked more than you usually do.” Lilian smiled again, “Hahaha, I think so too…”

“I think he changed something in me,” she added, her voice small. But Mimi heard it clear.

Lilian’s hand waved in the air, “See you! How’s your bunny, by the way? Will you come to school tomorrow?” “Yeah, I’ll come tomorrow. He’s okay now,” replied Mimi. She waved back before climbing into the backseat, “See you, Lilian!”

Lilian sighed, sitting behind Ezra, in an upper level.

“She looked sad,” Lilian murmured, “I wonder what’s bothering her mind.” Ezra divided his glances to the road and his shoulder, “Maybe she’s still worried about the rabbit.”

“Bunny.”

“They’re the same.”

“It’s not, genius,” Lilian murmured to herself, slamming her head against the pillows. She wiggled under the covers. Showered, dressed comfy.

She hung her phone in the air, the screen gleamed her freshened face.

Today 11.07 PM my McAllister ♥︎: [inserted an image] my McAllister ♥︎: rabbit! Today 11.27 PM You: okay you got it right this time You: heyy dont play with your phone on the traffic light

She grinned at the picture he sent; a rabbit mascot of a hit new cafe, with a wooden board, clearly written “Rabbit’s Haven” waving a paw at Ezra. Lilian tidied her slingback as she waited for the response.

Today 11.07 PM You: [inserted an image] You: rabbit! Today 11.27 PM lily: okay you got it right this time lily: heyy dont play with your phone on the traffic light Today 11.35 PM You: but he’s waving at me Today 11.36 PM You: he told me that i should take you to eat their ice cream waffle next weekend Today 11.39 PM lily: why next weekend? You: he told me that ill be busy this week You: is that okay? lily: why not?? lily: [inserted a sticker] You: [inserted a sticker] lily: HAAHHSHA that’s mr. john You: HAHAHHAHAHA You: [inserted a sticker] lily: [inserted a sticker] lily: that was smooth You: of course

On the other side of the phone, Ezra pumped a fist, “Yes!” He was very proud of himself; talk about how he invited her for a date! But he must went through a whole half and a week for it, still.

The next day came. Mimi went to school in her usual knitted lilac cardigan, pigtails wiggling. “Long time no see, Mimi!” “Morning, Myers!” “Hey, here she is!”

Mimi beamed at the warm welcome kids of Class 5 gave her. However, her eyes were stuck on Christine, sitting alone, busied by her script papers. She wanted badly to talk to her about Lilian and Ezra.

“Let’s check our Math answers,” said Nat, already opening Lilian’s and Mimi’s practice books. Mimi nodded absently.

She wasn’t ready to see a blonde boy casually peeking into their classroom, blocking people wanting to enter.

“Oh my God,” Nat dropped the books at once, grinning, “Lilian! Look who’s that?” The other kids in class began teasing her as well. “Ooh, Lilian…” poked a girl.

Laughter filled the classroom, with the girl smiling with her lower teeth, blushing heavily. She ran up to him, “What are you doing here?” “Visiting Lilian next door,” he grinned, as the two’s classes were adjacent. Class 5 and Class 6.

Ezra held back a chuckle as he pulled Lilian’s sleeve. Slowly, his fingers brushed to her palm before intertwining it. “We still have much time before bell.” Lilian bit her inner lip, “Alright, take me.”

Mimi eyed the scene with an aching heart, seeing how Liliand and Ezra ran out of the classroom’s sight in triumph. Just at the moment, Christine startled her. She was looking directly at Mimi. Mimi swallowed as Christine broke her neck softly, gesturing to meet her outside.

Mimi didn’t catch anything Nat talked to her afterwards. She was too busy watching Christine got up at her seat and left the class. “Wait—Nat. I’ll… I’ll go to the bathroom for a minute,” she said. “Oh, sure!” The girl in pigtails hurried, leaving Nat alone just with the three practice books.

“Huh… when did she stop referring herself as ‘Mimi’?”

“He confessed to her two days ago.”

Christine examined her painted pink nails, leaning against a post near their classroom.

“He confessed to her?” asked Mimi, sorrow etched all over her face. Christine nodded without a word. “Oh… uh…”

“If… if this is the case… I think… I think I should…”

“Get him back,” continued Christine so casually, pressing a finger to Mimi’s parted lips. But she rebelled at once. “What?! No—” she exclaimed, pushing Christine away a little.

“I’m not supposed to do such horrid thing, Chrissy!”

Mimi could read the visible astonishment in Christine’s eyes. “Gee,” she muttered, checking on her from head to toe, “calm down! I tell you, it’s a normal thing in a high school girl's life, you know?”

Mimi swallowed once more, couldn’t really quite catch that “normal thing in a high school girl's life”. “I thought you already understood it when we spoke that time,” said Christian, brows wrinkled. “I… I know… I know…” whined Mimi all jittery.

“But… it’s different now, Chrissy. They’re official now!”

“Officially what?” asked Christine, brow arched.

Playing the fool.

“They’re officially… lovers, now, Chrissy. It’s now a different story. At that time, they were just… friends. Just like me. But now it’s all—” Christine landed another finger, gently yet forcing Mimi to shut her mouth.

“You are too naive.”

For Christine, their friendship break up had nothing to do with her. She had done everything right. All she, an idealist, wanted was their group project to be done flawlessly, perfect, for their own good scores.

Yet people didn’t really seem to have the same view as her. She could vividly remember how Nat refused to redo their paper due to it being mistakenly detected as AI-generated. And how she shrugged off her carelessness; forgetting to paraphrase her part. Consequently, they had to redo the presentation as well. This frustrated Christine to death.

“You know, we’ll just remove and modify those parts that got flagged!” wheedled Nat as Christine paced in circles like a caged animal. “There’s no need to redo them all.”

“No,” refuted Christine. “If we do that, then the writing style will be different. It would be obvious that we changed it mid progress.”

“But… don’t you think nobody will notice it, Chrissy…?”

Mimi chimed in rather carefully, while exchanging looks with Nat. “Well,” sighed Christine. “You two must be thinking I’m a fool for making a fuss over such unnecessary things.”

“No, Chrissy… that’s not what I—”

“Because I DO notice it.”

Both Mimi and Nat went silent.

“And WHERE is Lilian? Don’t she know this is due in two days?” she shrieked. There was a pause before Nat, eyes darkening, answered for Lilian, “She was away for the Journalism Club.”

“Oh, that nerd. The club, of course!”

“She DID tell you, though,” warned Nat. “That she’ll be busy with it today unplanned. She didn’t mean to leave.” Christine stopped, then her teal eyes darted at Nat. Irritated.

“You really don’t have to sound that way,” she said. “She told ME? As if this is MY project, not ours.”

“It kinda is,” sneered Nat.

“Are you serious?” Christine’s jaw clenched. “You dare to speak that way knowing half of these job-to-dos was due to your laziness?”

“The heck?” Nat’s voice rose. “There’s a major difference between forgetting something and being lazy. If you’re really a genius, then there’s no way you just take them the same!”

“It kinda is seeing you,” sneered back Christine, reusing Nat’s words. “Lazy, careless. So Natalie Seavers.”

Nat felt her heart boil in rage.

“Mimi, help me with the references. We’re starting over,” said Christine, fingers hovering across her pink cased phone.

“We’re not starting over.”

Christine paused at Nat’s response. Mimi pressed flat her lips, eyes squeezing. The tension was too much to bear.

“I’m telling Mimi, not you, fortunately, lazy head.”

“I said we are NOT starting over,” said Nat, voice hardened. “If you’re so fond of your impossible perfectionism then why don’t you redo your dear work all by yourself?”

Christine blinked in disbelief. She gritted her teeth, “You horrible thief.”

“You think I’m an idiot? It means you’ll steal the project which was written by ME after kicking ME out! Which means you’re LAZY! LAZY!”

“You did NOT write it, Christine. It’s US. US! If you really can’t put your ego aside in this then you’re that IDIOT you already are!”

“I DON’T WANT YOU IN MY GROUP, NAT!”

Painful silence pierced the classroom. Mimi shivered in fear. Tears began to stream down her cheeks.

Slow and shaky, Nat pointed at the door. Her yellow irises never left the teal.

“Then you leave,” Nat’s voice was hard and trembling.

Christine stared at her in disdain. She took a breath, shuddered. Her fingers slipped her pink hair clips out from her golden bangs.

PANG!

“I never liked you anyways.”

Ever since that day, Christine, without her hair clip, held her hatred deep down in her. Perfectionist. The word hit like a double-edged sword to her heart. It hurt and lifted her ego at the same time.

So she wanted to prove Nat her worth. She, already chosen to play as the female protagonist in the upcoming play, busied herself at once in her Theatre Club, rehearsing.

But it wasn’t enough.

Her efforts weren’t enough to bury her anger and envy seeing the three together. But fancy her could keep granting anything she wanted by herself. Because she still had Mimi. That day, Mimi, so different than ever, ranted at her best friend after what it felt like years.

Little, scaredy Mimi falling in love with Lilian’s crush was a gate of opportunity for the dear Chrissy’s wicked plan.

Using Mimi to crush the remaining friendship sounded right. It was the punishment for not including Christine in it. For kicking her out. Exiling her. Someone as great as her.

Then Christine would simply just break the girl code; steal a boyfriend.

Lilian’s.

Except Mimi would play the role and Christine gracefully sat behind the script and watch her own play unfold.

“Where are you taking me?”

A laugh came between Lilian’s breaths. She and Ezra ran straight to the canteen, with the two’s hands intertwined. Ezra laughed as well.

Without letting go of her, he bought a less-fancy version of the dessert he had promised her. Lilian gasped in excitement.

“I hope this is okay in the morning,” he said, handing Lilian a honey-glazed waffle in a paper bag. “I thought it would be too long waiting for our waffle date next weekend,” he smiled almost apologetically.

“Oh… Ezra,” she peeped, smiling with her full teeth. “Thank you! Oh, let’s eat this together!”

“I’m full just by looking at you,” he smirked.

Lilian flushed in a second.

“FLIRT!”

Class 6’s first subject was swapped with the fourth, which was Mr. Jones’, History. And again, Ezra got caught slacking, smiling at his own hand. “Louder, McAllister!” He had to read a whole paragraph in the book as a punishment.

McAllister.

Ezra had never seen it as appealing until Lilian said that she liked how it sounded.

“McAllister, I heard your speech the other day.”

Ezra turned to Mr. Jones at the end of the lesson. “You are actually great, champ. Good luck with that election.” Ezra smiled warmly, “Oh, thank you, Mr. Jones!”

“Hopefully once you become the president, you’ll stop grinning all by yourself like a mad man in my class!”

——✩——

“Hey, the result’s out!”

“Have you seen it?” “Oh my God, I couldn’t believe it.” “No, really. I think it’s fair enough.” “Hard to believe.” “Wow!” “Yes, I knew it!” “I can’t see!” “That’s my vote!”

Ezra stared at the bulletin board among the sea of humans. He stared long. Sometimes having people catch a glimpse at him. Exchanging glances from the paper pinned on the bulletin board, probably hung by SRA.

Ezra McAllister.

Vice President.

Above him, Atlas Westwood.

President.

——✩——

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𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞

"Before I end the lesson today, I would strictly ask all of you to not go out late, especially after a night class, that two students that went to this course have been reported missing," began one of the English Course teachers, Mrs. Harper. "This is a dire situation, so all faculty members agreed to apply sort of... punishment for those who violate this rule." The students groaned.

"Oh, Mrs, we were about to have a little karaoke after this!" wheedled Chloe, followed by some others' nods. "Please, Mrs? We could be the backups," added Colton, with his right finger pointing at the other boys who were in. Mrs. Harper faintly smiled as she shook her head. "I'm sorry, I couldn't allow you to do that," she replied firmly. The students sighed as she greeted the class before she left.

"So, we ought to go home, I suppose?" asked Willow. She sat on a desk near the others. "Imagine that! It's awfully been hard to create such a plan in this society!" grumbled Chloe. "Whoa, you need to chill on that," chuckled Julian. Lauren nudged Willow. They all knew the signal, by the word 'society'.

In short, it was a struggle to get the whole course class to hang out together. Not even half of the class was in the plan, not that they weren't invited. They did, just that they weren't allowed by their parents or some just couldn't afford it. Everyone totally respected their reasons. In fact, the signals referred to one of the students there called Allison, and by the time they chuckled, she was staring at them from the front desk.

Allison was a hard, ambitious student, and some didn't really like her. She complains a lot when things don't go as she wishes. Like, when the AC temperature was too hot for her. It was arranged so since some caught the flu, though.

She stared at the people giggling, and nudging one another. She knew they were laughing at her. That time, Chloe, and the others spoke in front of the class, asking who couldn't come to the meet. The class went loud, and Allison snapped.

"Can't you all just study and stop doing that useless thing?"

The class went silent until Julian broke it. "Well, we just want to get to know each other well. This is just a one-time thing, too. Probably, we all will be together for the next terms, too." "I don't even want to be here, in this course," she replied, sharply without even looking at them. Julian sighed and laughed a little. "Well..."

Allison shook her head as she remembered the scene. They asked for it, she thought. "Her ambition was probably higher than her grades," whispered Lauren towards Willow. Willow giggled, and this time Allison stared at her. "Stop it, Lauren, edgy queen is mad," Chloe whispered, which made the rest of the group laugh, except for Willow. They all felt cross towards Allison since they knew that she snapped because she didn't like them, not because she was studying.

Allison packed her things and went home sulkily. Oh, her hatred towards them grew bigger overtime, and she couldn't take it anymore. She spent the night thinking of how to get an act of revenge. I'll make them learn their lesson, who are they thinking I am? Oh, especially Willow. I don't know, I just don't like her! The way she laughed that time, oh, I hate it! She never disses me, and that's what I hate about her! she thought as she banged her feet on the bed.

Allison then got a sinister idea. What if tomorrow, I tell the class that the two students weren't missing, but probably there was a murder on the loose! Afterward, what if I just ask Willow to follow me somewhere quiet and kill her with a knife from the pantry? Oh, her friends would be so frightened when they found out later the body was found. They would think it all was karma for them to keep dissing me. I would definitely get away because there was a nearby river, I'd just dump the weapon there, and the police would think it was one of the unsolved murders on the loose victims because I told the class earlier that the students weren't missing, but murdered! That means it goes on my favor, that I can just leave the body there so that those rascals will learn their lesson! she thought as she attempted to do a high-pitched psychotic laugh. Yeah! They might think I am crazy. They're not wrong! I have been concealing my anger, now let's see when I lost control of them! Oh, what a bright girl I am!

She did her plan the next day on the course. She stood up mid-lesson and spoke to the class that the missing students were victims of a murder on the loose. It stole the old teacher, Mr. Andrew's attention. He was an old man who refused to use any electronics at his house. "How come, Young Lady?" Allison totally didn't prepare for such a question, so she replied that there were murder evidences everywhere.

He nodded and agreed. "It might be true." Allison was pleased, thinking of how smooth she was. She totally took no notice of how the whole kids whispering to one another. "What a nonsense! The news always said that based on the investigation for the past three months, there were no murder shreds of evidence!" "Well, I guess Mr. Andrew's approval was enough to feed her ego! I mean, that man doesn't even have a TV at home, right?"

At lunch break, Allison slipped the pantry knife inside her long uniform skirt. After the lesson, she came up to Willow when she was stuffing up some books inside her backpack. Willow looked puzzled upon Allison's request to follow her somewhere and refused it. "You know it's also against the rule." But, Allison demanded still. She took her arm. "I - er - I just want to go home with you, it's just that - er - I need to go near the river first." Willow raised her eyebrow, yet she finally accepted the odd request. Allison's heart began to flutter because she couldn't believe she was about to execute her main plan.

Allison took her near the river at the back of the course building. Willow began a conversation to break the silence, as she tied her long, dark hair to a ponytail. A hairstyle she rarely did.

"This morning, you said that there was a murder on the loose. How do you know that?" "I mean, every murder left shreds of evidence, right?" she replied as she put both hands inside the skirt pockets as she bent down, pretending to search for something in the bushes. Her heart thumped like crazy. She waited until she was ready to take out the kitchen knife and pierce it on the chest.

Willow gave her an astonished look. "Did you look at the news, Allison? They said the missing students left no evidence of any murder. We couldn't tell if it was a murder. Their status is missing now." But, Allison took no notice of Willow's words. She pulled out the knife and aimed for Willow.

"Oh, that's not how you do that."

Willow grabbed Allison's wrist, then pressed the knife handle upon Allison's throat as she pinned her to the wall. Allison choked as she tried to pull Willow's hair, but she only pulled a few strands, since she did a ponytail earlier. "You asked for it, Allison," said Willow with a fainted smile. "Just like the other two people."

"To be honest, I was surprised when you spoke to the class this morning," she began. "Yes, you were right. Those two students were murdered. I thought you were really that smart, but I actually played clean. I disposed of everything, unlike your failed plan."

"At this state, I'd like to let you know that we're not the same, Allison. You attempted murder for your ego, exactly like what those two people did. But, I murder to defend myself from people like the three of you."

Allison's face became white as she struggled desperately. "Even if your blood was found by the police, I won't get arrested. You've got so much hatred that if your plan succeeds, your plan yourself would be the one to kill you, Allison," added Willow, knowing that Allison's blood would not even drip in this situation. Allison's hands kept reaching for Willow as her body weakened over time.

"But, I'll spare your life."

Willow let go of the knife handle, followed by Allison's collapse and coughs. Willow went away, leaving the freed girl behind. She thought, It's too risky, everybody already knew she asked me to go home together. Well, she's still my friend, after all. I shall give her a chance.

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