Rolled Paper

Sapphire's POV

"Saph. You're spacing out again. Is something wrong?" That's the fifth time Gianna asked me that question. Up until now I could still not get over what that old man said. What truth is he pertaining to? What's the secret that I need to know? Ever since we got here, a lot of weird things have happened. I feel something unusual around here. This school has a lot of mystery going on and those mysteries are waiting to be unveiled.

I stood up and went out the classroom. I heard the three of them repeatedly calling my name but I disregarded it. I continued walking, letting my feet take me to where it wants to go. Then I realized that I am now in the quadrangle.

I took a deep breath. I feel refreshed and relaxed. As I was enjoying the thin air, I heard a loud scream not far from my position. A lot of my co-students ran towards where the scream came from. My forehead creased and got curious. Everyone was heading to the forest that serves as a boundary of the academy from whatever is on the other side. The screams was followed by another as the place got more crowded. Their eyes also grew big and some even cried. I tried my best to squeeze myself into the crowd to look at what they saw. As I got closer, I saw someone covered in blood. His eyes remained open and his face was full of scratch. I was stoned and got shocked.

"Who did this?"

"What happened to Peter?."

"Yuck! This is making me vomit! I mean, who did this?!"

"It's the first time that something this odd happened here."

"I agree. I hope the academy would trace who did this to Peter. That person would surely be dead."

I heard a lot of reactions from people. As I examined the body of the victim, my eyes landed on his hand. He had a rolled paper stuck in his left hand. I went closer and sat in front of the corpse. I was about to reach for the paper when suddenly, someone outrun me from doing it. I stood up and look at the person who got it. He was squeezing himself away from the crowd. My eyes narrowed at that person. Just by eyeing him, I can already tell who he is, even though we've only met a few times. I need to follow that jerk.

"What's going on here?" Everyone turned to the owner of the voice. The way she spoke sounded like she's trying hard to sound authoritative. They all gave way for her and that made my brows raise. I want to laugh at how people treat her like a queen when all she is to me is a pure garbage. Her face is full of colors and it's pretty obvious that she went under surgery. Ms. Queen of Trash caught my eye and she arched an eyebrow. She smirked. "I can't be----- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" She screamed and took a step back then stumbled on the ground. Pfft. I want to take a photo of her priceless reaction. See? She acts like she's superior and she has all the power and bravery but I know that it was just a cover of her true self. She's boring --- she's easy to read. "What happened t-to h-him?!"

"Move away!" Everyone moved away from the crime scene as a group of men in black came with a stretcher and an ambulance. They carried the corpse away and some of them started to interview some students. I left to find Cameron. That rolled paper is in his hands and I want to know what's written on it. I don't know but there's something inside me that wants to dig deeper about the incident.

I started to look for Cameron but on my way to finding him, someone got in my way. "Miss Quinzel." It's none other than my History Professor, who happens to be annoying and a total pervert, Mr. Connor Peterson. Actually, judging by the way he looks, he doesn't look like a professor. He's too young to be one. I think his age is not far from mine. I'm eighteen and I'm guessing he's around his twenties. "Where have you been? You skipped my class."

"It's none of your business." I answered plainly. I don't know why but he's really weird. He acts like we're close. He even hits on me during class and it just annoys me big time. He always has a bright smile plastered on his face. It makes me want to pull off his teeth.

"Well, it is my business since it was my class that you ditched and just so you know, I don't tolerate students who skips my classes." He tried to sound strict.

"Oh really? You don't tolerate students who skips class? Oh okay. But you tolerate students who make-out during class, right?" I asked sarcastically.

He chuckled. "Why not? I mean it adds some spice and thrill---" I cut him off.

"I don't care. Get out of my way. I have important things to do."

"Nah-uh, you're coming with me." I crossed my arms and frowned.

"And why would I?"

"Follow me to my office. I have something important to tell you." His mood shifted to being serious. Something important? He doesn't look like he's kidding. Now, my curiosity starts to arise.

"Then just tell it to me here." I crossed my arms.

"He took a step closer and whispered, "It's too private. We'll have to talk inside my office." His eyes wandered around. "Come." I rolled my eyes and took a heavy sigh before following him.

When we reached his office he stopped me. His hand is holding the door knob while he faced me. "Don't go in yet. I'll go in first and wait here for five seconds before you come in, got that?" I raised one brow at him. What's this fool up to?

He went in and I waited for five seconds before opening the door. When I got it, he slowly turned his swivel chair around to face me. His face was fierce and his right hand is on his chin. I get that he's trying to look cool and attractive but he failed on doing that. He looked stupid and disgusting. He looks stupidly disgusting.

I just stared at him with no sign of reaction. I know he's expecting me to get giddy and go unto him. He wants me to feel admiration towards him but then again, his mission is an epic fail because it does not work on me. "Are you just gonna sit there and look dumb? I thought you have something important to say. Something 'private'." I emphasized the word private.

"Don't I have an effect on you?" His voice sounded cold. He even waggled his brows twice.

"No. If you don't have anything to say then you're wasting my time." I was about to leave when he stopped me.

"Sit down, Sapphire." I sighed and obeyed. He clasped his hands on the table and stared at me for a moment. "Tell me, Sapphire... Aren't you really attracted on me?" This guy right here, had gone insane.

"Are you gonna tell me or what?" I have been completely annoyed. Ugh! I still need to look for Cameron.

"Chill. I just want to have a talk with my childhood friend." I frowned. He really had gone nuts! "Don't you remember me?"

"As far as I remember, Sir, I never had a friend during my childhood." I plainly answered. I don't remember befriending someone.

"Wow. So I was just assuming then. You hurt my feelings, Saphy. After you stabbed my brother's hand with a pen?"

Wait what? Stabbed his brother with a pen? Only one person came into my mind. "You're Cedric's brother?"

"Glad you finally remembered, Saphy." Now I remember him. He's the boy whom Mom introduced to me when I was seven so that I could have somebody to play with. It was during the old man's birthday. We played several times and got along well but I never talked to him that much. He was the one who does the talking and all I do is nod and shrug. We'd always play hide and seek. Cedric was his younger brother whom I stabbed with a pen. I never really liked that guy. After that incident, I never heard from their family ever since. Our families had a feud because of what I did. I even remember my grandmother scolding me and grounding me. "So, how have you been? It's been a very long time."

"Yeah. Whatever. I have to go, now." If that's what he wanted to say then I really am wasting my time.

"Whuuuut? Come on Saphyyy. Let's talk for a while. You know, do some catching up."

"There's no catching up to do."

"Ouch. You hurt mah feelings. Pretty please, Saphy?" He pouted. Childish professor. He don't fit as a professor.

"No. I need to leave. I have MORE IMPORTANT things to do, SIR." I emphasized 'more important' and 'sir' to him. He needs to stop nagging me and should know the boundary between students and professors.

"Sir... Wtf? Call me Connor."

"Whatevs Peterson." I walked out of his office. He called my name again and again but who cares? I ain't interested to hear his stories.

Now, time to look for that jerk.