Chapter 6

Rebecca's Point of View

I was the first one to be summoned here at the counselor's room where they chose to held their questioning. I don't know how they arrange the order of people to be invited but I don't care. It doesn't matter if I'm the first one nor last one 'coz I will just talk about what I really know. No more no less.

I was still alone here. I think the detective is still talking to our president. Is the president cleaning Xander's name again? Or is he telling the detective to exclude Xander from the list of students to be investigated? Tsk. What a dog!

I wonder about the benefits that he will be getting for doing that. New car? Money? Travel package? Or. . .boys? I smirked.

I swung the swivel chair I'm sitting on using my feet and stare at the ceiling while it keeps on rotating. It made me dizzy but I felt a satisfaction out of it.

I was smiling like crazy when the detective came in. I stopped my chair from rotating and fix myself a little bit. The detective just frowned at me. Maybe he finds me a little weird? I don't know and I don't care.

He sat on the couselor's chair. He's wearing a white longsleeve, folded up to his elbow, black slacks and black shoes. He has a clean look and a young face. Or maybe he is really young?

Hmmmm. . .

"Are you done checking me out, Ms. Rebecca Robles?"

This time, it's my turn to frown.

"Is it compulsary to call all your invitees with their whole name, Mr.?"

"Mr. Perez. And the answer to your question is no. I'm just depending it on the mood."

I just nod curtly.

"Then, let's get to the point. Ask me."

He brought out his notebook and ballpen then looked at my eyes intensely. I was taken aback that made me held my breath for a few seconds. He has this intimidating look. Is this his asset in investigating?

"Tell me about the party," he said in a serious tone. His statement is very simple, it's not even a provoking one but why I am feeling this way? My heartbeat became fast and I feel like I'm sweating.

I thought this would just be simple, because it is my first time to be interrogated and I just need to answer their questions or tell them what I know, but in this state, I think, I'm definitely wrong.

"Ms. Robles, I'm waiting." I was brought back to reality when he talked again. Did I space out for a while? Am I making myself suspicious now? Is he thinking that maybe I have something to do about this case that's why I can't answer? Fuck. I'm losing my mind. Not now, Rebecca. Get a hold of yourself. Focus. You need to answer him correctly. One mistake and you will be doomed.

"I. . .I . . .I was not really interested in attending that party," I started, stuttering for a little bit.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because it's Xander's party. The man--no scratch that, the boy that I hated the most."

He nodded and wrote something in his notebook. Did I say something useful to the case?

"So what conviced you to attend?"

"My mom. She's an employee of the city hall and for her, I should attend that party. She even bought me a dress."

I breathe deeply. "But I was a late one to the party. Everyone was having fun already when I arrived."

"Have you seen Aira and Adam in that party?"

"Yes. I mean--no."

His eyebrows narrowed. "Answer me clearly, Ms. Robles."

"I mean no because I didn't saw them both. I just saw Aira that night but not Adam."

"What is she doing when you saw her?"

I bit my lower lip.

"She. . .she was being dragged by someone to God knows where."

"Who was dragging her that time?"

"It was. . .it was Michael the nerd--our classmate. They were walking at the poolside and heading somewhere I don't know. There are a lot of students at the pool during that time but they are all having their own businesses. And just like them, I didn't mind Aira and Michael that time.