Page 20 of Web of Lies
Might or might not have a stalker. I need to track it, but it all leads to a dead end.
Tristan:
I have a few ideas, but class is about to start. I’ll think about it and text you later. Up for some gameplay later? I’m in desperate need.
Me:
Yeah. We can play later. I have some stuff to do right after class. Then we can come up with a solution.
Tristan:
Look at you……not even five minutes into a bratty prep school and you already need to trace a camera. This has nothing to do with your secret mission, does it?
Me:
I don’t know.
Tristan:
FFS, you need to be careful with whatever you’re doing.
Me:
Always am.
Tristan:
I’m only 18 and you’re going to give me a fucking aneurysm.
I snort at his text and make my way towards my room with caution. My skin itches as I unlock my door and walk inside. In the back of my mind, all I can see is the black figure coming in here and leaving. Knowing they had their thieving paws on my things churns my stomach. My heart pounds viciously against my ribs, as I log into my computers, and check the footage. Luckily the stalker hasn’t realized I screwed with the camera, because the only person who has been inside my room is me. Thank fuck.
My hands rest against my forehead as I lean forward. I give myself two minutes to freak out about everything and then I stand. Having a stalker is scary but having a stalker with a ring full of keys is even scarier. What other rooms can they get into and how in the hell did they get them? A visit to a hardware store is a must, I can’t function properly knowing someone could walk inside my room and murder me too.
Once Tristan comes up with other ideas, which he usually does, I’ll have a better idea of who I’m dealing with. Tristan’s just as good with these kinds of things as I am, sometimes even better. But don’t tell him that, he’ll let it go to his head with his enormous ego and all.
Outside of my calculus class, paper litters the corkboard in the hallway. I tilt my head for the extracurricular activities I could sign up for. They always look good on paper for colleges. Parkford in particular. I already got accepted at the end of last year with my grades, but the extra push never hurts.
A school production of an unnamed play is up for grabs, with several audition spots. Tutors wanted. Basketball and cheerleading sign-ups for the upcoming season already have several names written. But it’s the tutoring that catches my eye.
“Tutors wanted for every subject, meets in the library, pupils chosen at random, $50.00 per month paid to the tutor, depending on grades.” I raise my eyebrows at that. The school pays the tutors for their work when in normal circumstances it would be on a volunteer basis. I write my name down, the first to do so, and walk into class. The extra $50.00 I earn per month won’t be much, but it’ll be mine.
I grab a seat in the middle of the desks and rest my backpack against my chair. “You aren’t supposed to bring those to class, ya know?” I turn my head to the girl beside me. She flashes a smile at me, her green eyes studying me. Shiny star stickers decorate the crinkles of her eyes in brightly polished purples. A forbidden leather jacket lays over her red and yellow uniform, accompanied by matching combat boots. So not the dress code.
“I’m new,” I shrug, making no move to remove my backpack. If they really want to yank me out of class over it, then so be it.
“I kind of figured,” she says with another smile, putting a notebook on her desk. “You look a little out of place here. It takes getting used to, I guess.” She shrugs and twirls her purple pen in between her fingers.
“How so?” I ask tilting my head watching the pen twirl in her fingers. It spins and spins with perfection like she’s done it a million times before.
“Kinda like a baby deer in a den of wolves,” she says again, still twirling her pen. Well, she’s got the den of wolves right.
“I can assure you I’m no baby deer, more like the wolf that stalks.” I mindlessly say, watching the fascinating pen still.
“Damn, New Girl, a wolf? I’m gonna have to keep a sharp eye on you,” Chase says through his trademark lop-sided grin, plopping down in the chair in front of me.
“AH! Benannoyed! How awesome of you to have joined us.” The girl beside me says with annoyance and instantly I like her.
“Aw, Zoe, you can’t ever get rid of me!” Chase exclaims, bringing a hand over his heart. “Like ever!” he adds, slamming a book onto his desk.
