Chapter 5: 5. URL
Who would have thought we would et again this soon... how the hell did he co to our class, wearing our school uniform?
I have never seen him at school before—his statue and blue eyes alone would have gathered enough attention for
to at least hear of him.
We turned in the corridor and I saw the dark figure sitting in the last row, arms crossed, fucking tall, blue eyes imdiately finding mine behind my sunglasses.
I stopped for a mont before sitting in my seat in the middle of the class, beside Danny.
"Do you know why he is here?" He asked .
"To attend school?" I mumbled back, thinking of his promise yesterday. He was indeed true to his word.
"You! What did he say yesterday?" Danny shuffled too close, and I shoved him away.
"He said he mistook
for soone and apologized." I said.
"Bullshit." Danny scoffed and lay on the desk, sulking.
He would soon enough know why; I had already seen—heard—my friends turning their backs on , so whatever this guy would do, it should be effective.
Jordan ca over and patted my back, asking how I was doing. Omar just gave
a sympathetic look. The teacher ca, and I slid back in my seat, hoping he wouldn't ask
to take down my sunglasses. It hadn't been the first ti I 'fought' or ca with a black eye to school, but this ti the scene was seen by a few people, and the culprit was also present.
After reading the attendance, the teacher cleared his throat.
"It will be soon in the news. A recently graduated student of this school was murdered; please pray for her. Every student in need of counseling should go to the teacher's office."
There were murmurs in the class, and I felt the gaze on
heating up.
"We have a new student; please introduce yourself." Hearing the teacher say that after announcing the murder, I reckon he had no idea that it was the victim's brother that he had called forward.
I heard a chair moving and his steps coming closer. Well, he wouldn't be able to do anything to
in a full classroom, but after seeing and feeling what he felt, it wasn't easy for
to stay calm.
When he stood before the class, I could only then see his face clearly. He was a beauty like his sister, and with his face not contorted ferociously, he looked like a different person. There was a mole under his eye; he was tall and muscular, but sohow seed more slender than when he attacked yesterday.
A gorgeous man, slightly longer hair covering his neck, tall, his eyes were frozen over, not hollow like his sisters, but as empty as if nothing had ever been in them in the first place.
"My na is Henry Devin." He said and turned around, taking the chalk.
Henry and Henrietta...
He didn't write his na on the blackboard, but instead there was a web address. The teacher furrowed his brows, and soone took a picture of it, as Henry continued.
"My twin sister's na was Henrietta Devin. She is the murder victim that the teacher talked about. On this website, I will publish her diary. One entry a day. You will all learn the truth." His voice had a deep, lodic ring to it, and the way he talked seed so much more sophisticated than yesterday. If his eyes weren't murdering , I wouldn't recognize him.
The teacher blanched, and the classroom went deadly silent.
Omar stared at , as well as the other guys together with a few girls. I noticed that it was more like shock and confusion, as well as pity. You would have to be dumb to not draw the connection of soone going berserk at one person after his sister died.
Now, my friends should think sothing like,
'He punched Kenny because he suspects him murdering his sister? How can that be?'
But with suspicions sown, with rumors flying, and with apparently discriminatory writings that will be published slowly, to whet the appetite of the crowd, they will change and suspect
as well.
Now, at least I know why her twin brother thinks I murdered his sister.
It should be Henrietta herself that led him to do so.
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