THERE MUST BE MORE TO IT.

"Huh, tell me the reason?", Camille nudged.

"I killed someone ", Meethi said tearily.

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Siddharth was on his way home and in deep thought. She looked even prettier when she was embarrassed. He wondered what category of persons she belonged to on campus. His driver took him home.

Not everyone stays on campus even though accommodation fee is compulsory. He went home when some of the maids came to him seeing him with soft eyes for the first time. They were utterly surprised but unknowingly to them, he was thinking of a particular someone. Some brave ones dared to approach him but one stern gaze and they backed off.

He entered into his study room and brought out his backpack. He saw lots of letters in them. Shaking his head, he wondered if some foolish girls will ever grow up.

He brought out one even though he didn't have interest in it. He has been used to all these since high school and they all went into the thrash without a second look but what surprised him is that they were still immature to do all these in the university.

He decided to scan through them since he was bored.

"Hi handsome there's a party coming up soon. Please be my date let's go catch some fun." That piece went straight to the thrash and so did the rest.

His thinking automatically drifted to her. What was her name?

What faculty was she in?

What class?

He was thinking of all these questions when he decided to take a walk around the school compound.

He entered his car and sped off.

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"What??", Camille's head automatically whipped to the side like a robot, wide eyes, jaw about to separate from the face.

"Ye...yes," Meethi sniffed.

"What...whoa, I..I ..I donno what to say I mean.. I've got no idea... how did it happen?" Camille shuttered with a horrid look on her face.

"Well this is what happened. I was drugged when I went for a party, that was my last party till now. My drink was drugged and I was getting drowsy about to get raped but my will power and stubbornness wouldn't allow it. I jumped into my car and sped off. I couldn't even see what I was doing..., I got to a place where some kids where playing around, I tried to horn as my vision was very blurry... but the last kid there wasn't aware, I didn't know if he was deaf or blind and then...., I tried to turn but couldn't remember anything anymore.

I woke up in Cynthia's room, both of them were there, they said they won't say anything to my parents for now as long as I obey them. I wanted to break the friendship but they've got pictures and evidences that I killed the little boy, we all don't know where he is now nor have I checked. I don't want my parents to be disappointed in me when they find out and I may pay heavily even though I can't be thrown in jail. But they respected my fear of parties but now I don't know why they want us there maybe because I accepted only you as my friend."

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Camille looked out of the window of her room while the evening cool breeze freshened her, she didn't know what to do about Meethi, the kid may not be dead but they don't know his whereabouts. She has to give a helping hand, her dislike for Cynthia and Love had began to intensify.

She hardly hates someone but why will they blackmail someone all for the sake of friendship.

There must be more to it.