It's Like Voldemort

"So..." Olivia squared off in the midst of Kayla and Sam's bickering, "I heard O'Conner has a new scheme planned this semester." Olivia's eyes ventured with pure anticipation unto me. My body uncomfortably swarmed into my seat, Kayla and Sam dispersed their chatter upon it reaching their ears.

"Who did you hear that from?" I mumbled flatly.

"Does it matter..?" Olivia whispered while her pressure buried deep within me. Jackson never spills the entails of his schemes, let alone mentions a whisper of them to anyone but me. Course, within reason, I do gossip little slips of information to the four girls surrounding me. This plot hadn't been one I wanted to tell though.

I slumped into my seat as my back rolled unto the harden plastic. "Freya Scott..." I murmured unsatisfied, "This scheme involves her. I have to get close to her..."

Samantha gasped as Kayla's eyes gaped unto me. The name had slipped unto their ears just as Voldemort would to Harry Potter. The name deserved the reaction they entailed as well, every little bit.

"Freya?" Olivia repeated rather intensely, "What would he want to do with her? What is he planning?" she pressed question upon question within my ears.

I lifted my shoulder in response to each individual one. Agony worked it's way into my subconscious as my head pounded in reaction. Kayla noted my predicament upon the subject's discussion; she had been the singular girl of the four to realize this.

After a lengthy round of rambles of gossip and theories, Kayla and I ultimately separated from Olivia and Samantha. Sam raced off to attend her soccer practice whilst Olivia would brave detention with Mr. Henson alone.

"Lacey?" Kayla stumbled in a weary tone, "You don't like this scheme, do you?"

Kayla had been the single closest person to me aside from O'Conner, yet his and my friendship fell into a rather complicated category. My composer collapsed to shambles upon Kayla's feet. My eyes fell weighted as I rubbed my temples.

"No Kayla, I don't," I confided into her, "That damn Jackson is up to something."

"He always is..." Kayla stated in a shushed voice.

"But that isn't the problem. This time it's different," my eyes carried over to hers, "I met Freya."

Kayla's eyes shot widely in a jolt. I avoided the subject from coming across the rest of the girls, yet I felt safe with the information released to her. I might need someone to help me along in case Jackson gets out of hand for once.

"Freya!" Kayla rose her voice into a screech," How is she? Who is she? Did you guys talk long?"

I furrowed an eyebrow at Kayla's bombarding interrogation. Kayla caught unto my exasperation aside limited patience for such discussion. Her eyes locked unto her feet as she shuffled them along side the rocks in the asphalt.

"I understand. She must not a bitch if you are worried." Kayla surmised, "It's just so odd he would chose her... she just is that girl everyone knows, never sees. Supposedly no one even talks to her. Some of the girls said she is a snob. And the guys are too intimidated by her reputation in relationships."

I bit unto my lip as I attempted to attach the pieces. Kayla knew much more of the gossip that exerted itself into the study body than I had. Gossip merely served as side conversation when I grew bored or a topic my friends often clung unto. Which led to my disinterest in Freya Scott, she had been the epitome of rabbit roles. Hell, I hadn't even seen her face until this very day. I would never have had if it wasn't due to a certain schemer named O'Conner.

"Do you like her?" Kayla mumbled. The question snapped appallingly as it flowed into my eardrums. My eyebrows tightened unto my forehead as my lips flat lined; a scowl erupted unto my expression.

"Really?" I retorted as my eyes flashed upon Kayla, "Don't ask me that!"

Kayla rose her hands in surrender. "Sorry!" she squealed, "You know. I just thought she might be your type."

I grimaced as a flash dawned over envisioning her appearance. "That can't happen," I griped, "I need to figure out what Jackson is up to. What I've agreed to. That'd be a distraction."

My eyes traced the streets of the neighborhood; Kayla inspected me with grave care.

"Besides, she isn't," I mumbled.