I stopped dead in my tracks. Then I decided to make a run for it but before I knew it the police officer had grabbed on to my shoulders. “Not so fast, Miss Malang. You and I need to have a little chit chat, don’t we?” he asked, narrowing his eyes and forming a freaky jester-like smile across his lips. I sighed.
A few minutes later
“My name is Officer Loy. If I understand correctly, you were at the scene when Krayden had his episode, right?” he asked, pen and notepad at the ready. We were seated in the principal’s office, directly across Mr. Phoby, our principal. Whoa, talk about pin-drop silence. Never mind that, I could hear my stomach churning.
“Yes,” I gulped.
“From my understanding, you took the drink away from Krayden because you suspected it was a bit off, correct? Why so?” he asked, attempting a kind smile. He failed drastically. “Well, his behaviour was a bit off, so…He was all over the place. Acting strange,” I said.
“The lab tests revealed that Krayden’s drink was laced with Cocaine. This is a very serious matter, Miss Malang. Did you have anything to do with it?” his expression was grim.
“No, no! Of course not! I checked out his coke and it smelled of alcohol so I thought that that was the reason he was acting weird but Krayden said that usually didn’t happen. I assumed he was already high and decided to drink too? I dunno, I really couldn’t tell. It was Krayden who said it might’ve been laced…” I finished, feeling my throat tighten.
“Miss Malang, do you know of anyone who could have been responsible for this? Anyone holding a grudge against Krayden?” he asked, his face serious once again.
‘YES!’ my mind was yelling. ‘Yes I do! It’s Iola!’
“No,” I answered, shifting my gaze to the floor. A moment of silence.
“Schitin, you do realise that if you’re not telling the truth you could be in a whole lot of trouble, right?” he asked, his eyes full of concern. Mr Phoby nodded in agreement. “Go ahead Sky, don’t be scared,” he encouraged me. My eyes began filling with tears. “I don’t know who did it I really don’t!” I burst out, tears falling from my eyes. “I don’t know!” I cried out again. Fear was running through every one of my veins.
“Calm down, Schitin. There’s no need to be afraid. No one will be able to harm you, I promise. If you do know something, you could help prevent further incidents and I promise I will protect you. You can tell me what you know,” the officer said in a soothing tone. “You can trust me,” he finished.
Well, it sure feels like we’re filming CSI right now. Director, you can call cut now. Anytime now…anytime…still waiting…
“Well, Iola…Iola Janber mentioned something about it the other day. I-I don’t know if she did it but I think she might be able to help,” I said hesitantly, looking down. My heart was thumping against my chest, nagging at me to let it out. Iola would find out it was me, of course, who else knew? And then what? Beat me to a pulp? I need to learn karate! As soon as I get home I am going to stalk the internet for videos.
Watch History: How to avoid a flying stiletto heel, How to not get beaten to a pulp, How to flee from a chasing sports car, how to fight a conceited diva…
“Thank you, Miss Malang. I will speak to her now,” the officer smiled.
I ran out of the office with tears pouring down my face, right into Xycobra. OF COURSE! HE’S EVERYWHERE! PERFECT TIMING!
“Whoa whoa whoa there, Sky, slow down. Hey, are you crying?! What’s wrong, you hurt?” he asked, eyes full of concern as he scanned my broken arm, searching for further injury. His hands reached for my face and he slowly wiped away my tears.
I smiled a little. A LITTLE. Hey, let’s not jump to conclusions okay. I came to my senses and moved his hands away. “Is that a smile I see? Is it? Ooooooh I made weetle Sky smile like a weetle happy baabbbyyyy!” Xycobra squeaked in a mocking tone. He reached out to tickle my belly but I slapped his wrist away.
“Freak! Get off!” I shouted but this only amused him further. “Want to play Peekaboo? Peekaboo!” he said, hiding his face behind his hands and then moving them away. I rolled my eyes. (I apologise. I was supposed to quit that.) Then he pulled me into a deep hug. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said into my ear. I pushed him away for about the fifth time. “I gotta go!” I said, running off into the opposite direction. I ran past the stairs but not fast enough to miss Phoenexia glaring at me from the top. I smiled sheepishly, embarrassed about what had just happened. She returned it with a wicked, evil and contemptuous smile. She glided down the stairs and walked right past me without meeting my eyes. She took Xycobra by his arm, kissed him on his cheek and then walked off, but not before she turned around to shoot a wicked grin at me, eyes glistening.
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