Chapter 13

While we were at the cafeteria, I took a quick glance at Helena. She seemed uneasy. She looked our way and I quickly shifted my gaze to my food. Was she uneasy because we are aware of the truth she is hiding and she suspects we will expose her? I can't tell.

Suddenly, a girl named Jane came to our table and sat next to Olive. I guessed she was one of the members of the Press club. She ignored me and started talking to Olive in a rather rude and saucy way.

"Not that we are besties but I just want to inform you like I informed the rest of the club members. Tomorrow, I would be publishing my article and bet me, it will bang as the major headline for the rest of the school year".

"We are not buddies, you've said it yourself. So there's no reason for you lurking around my table. Announce whatever goddamn announcement you deem fit for announcing at our meetings and stop boasting about your failure at being a journalist-wannabe to me. It's pathetic to me".

"Stop being salty, it doesn't suit you. Besides, I expect you to look forward to it since it will make me take your top spot. So watch your back. See ya", she concluded and walked off.

"Some calamity is bound to happen, but who's? Since she is only good at publishing people's ugly dark secret just to gain success. I sympathize with whoever's going to be her next victim", Olive wondered aloud but I was busy watching Jane as she eyed and smirked at Helena.

"Did you see that?", I asked Olive.

"See what?"

"Jane eyed Helena. Something seems off".

"My mind has gone haywire with impossible possibilities".

"Your thoughts might just be the same as mine".

"Don't tell me she found out about Helena?".

"If we can, she can".

"This is extremely bad. We can't let do this she is about to do".

"Helena should have listened to us in the first place".

"Oh noooo".

"Let's get it together. It possibly can't be Helena and it might not be bad news either", I consolingly said but I could see that Olive was definitely not buying it.

"Save yourself the stress. You can't think something good can come out of that nut job, do you?", Olive argued and continued.

"There is just one way to find out before it's too late", Olive said as she dragged me out. I just hope she won't make me do anything stupid.

We sighted and followed Jane to the hallway and hid ourselves when she stopped at her locker. She picked a couple of books and closed the locker and then we saw a piece of paper slipped out of one of the books. She didn't seem to notice and walked off. When we were sure that she was out of sight and earshot, we picked up the paper and wasted no time in discovering its content.

"Wow, wow, wowie, how did she find out about Helena's dark story? She is amazingly a professional creep", Olive exclaimed with surprise.

"She is a journalist like you and was curious like you were. Ain't no need for the horrific expression."

"Can you take my side for once and stop labelling me with everything?".

Ignoring her, I went on.

"Well written, I must say", I said, not minding the gravity of what I was holding.

"Are you now a psychopath or just pretending to be one?"

"May it please the melodramatic personae to make known to me the reason for the sarcasm?"

"You know the gravity of what you are holding yet all you care about is the excellence of its composure. You are truly unbelievable".

"I'm not daft and also, what's left to do than to destroy the manuscr....".

I couldn't finish what I was saying before the letter was flung out of my hands.

"Seems you also like the lame love letter writing fad on trend. Let's check this one out".

"IT'S NOT, GIVE IT BACK", Olive cried but the student wasn't listening.

"It might be a masterpiece", another said.

A masterpiece, indeed!

"Wow, this seem to be Helena's dark story. Way to go little miss perfect".

Students had started pouring in from the cafeteria when the written article were passed to them to read. Many people expressed shock while most of them started jeering at Helena. Poor Helena couldn't understand what was going on till her fears were confirmed. Then, a girl came to challenge her.

"This is what you've been indulging yourself in, yet over here, you act so pire and chaste. What a grimly two-faced witch".

"What...what do you mean?".

Then, the girl flung the letter at her face.

"This explains it or are you trying to accuse me of talking gibberish? Listen up, smarty-wacky, pinky-punk stockings, I am not as hypocritical as your pitiful and worthless corpse is. So, you better get your shit together before acting dumb with me".

I looked at Olive. She looked back at me as we said in unison.

"Unfortunately, we were the victims. Sympathize with us".