Flip the Coin [BL] N Chapter 6. Friends

Chapter 6: 6. Friends

Henry's eyes found mine again, and I could see the deep-settled hatred in them.

Yeah, I know that you will do everything possible to destroy , but that doesn't change the fact that I didn't do it.

He really thinks I would not only kill his sister but dismber her as well? Why the fuck would I do that?

I was also wondering about what Henrietta had written in her diary about , and how the hell the content could let soone believe that I did sothing to her.

All we did was talk; we didn't even hook up or anything, nothing.

If she had committed suicide because she was disturbed by the fragnts I had fished out of her past, I would have understood his anger. But she was clearly murdered.

Or was he giving

the fault for her being reckless—maybe eting so creep on the internet or sothing because she was upset by what I told her? No, he really stated that I killed her.

The teacher was still speechless, and Henry walked back to his seat.

Danny elbowed

and shoved his phone at .

The website written on the blackboard was opened, and I saw the first diary-entry. It described as eting for the first ti, as I rembered. Her sentences were short, and it didn't describe

or anything much. Dull, like she was at the beginning.

I gave him his phone back, and Danny put it away. I saw a few more students on their phones, looking at

hesitantly.

"Howard, sunglasses down." The teacher bellowed at , finally finding a way out of his stupor.

"I have injured my retina; I need them; I have a doctor's notice." I said, only for even more people to look at .

There had been the majority of the class at the party; about a third had seen

fighting with Henry. But I didn't want to show my injuries to the rest, and especially not to the teachers.

"Bring it in the break. We start our lesson." He stood in front of the blackboard and froze, not sure if he should erase the address written there.

He decided wrongly and wrote around it, making the class awkward as hell, everyone feeling strange. The eyes on the back of my head didn't move away as well.

This....was really torturous.

When the lesson was over, I left the classroom, thinking that if Henry followed , I could assure him that it hadn't been . I walked to the back of the school, not turning around until I arrived, only to be t with the guys.

"What is all this?" Jordan asked , his phone in his hand. Omar ca to my side and peeked into my collar to see how my injuries were, which he couldn't because of the bandage.

"He thinks I am the culprit." I said and reached for my cigarettes.

"What?" Danny asked loudly.

"Yeah, and you will soon be swayed."

"What are you talking about?" Jordan packed his phone away. Besides Omar, he was the most muscular of our group, Danny being the smallest and most annoying one.

"Yesterday I looked into your futures. You." I pointed at Danny.

"You wanted to take the matter in your hands because you believed I was a murderer."

Then, I pointed at Jordan,

"And you, as well, called

a murderer and rapist."

Both looked at

as if I had lost it.

"Yeah, I can look into the future as well; this ti I heard you talking. You won't believe

anyway, so what are you doing here, babbling? Scram."

Jordan narrowed his eyes.

"For how long have we been friends?"

Omar sighed.

"What the hell, Kenny."

"I heard it, you fucks. If this diary starts to state bullshit about my relationship to Henrietta, will you then also ask

for how long we have been friends?" I noticed that I got agitated, unusual for . Well, we guys were friends for a few years and hung out often the last year, so maybe it wasn't that easy to not feel betrayed.

"You knew her?" Danny asked .

I smirked,

"See? It started already. If you believe I could do sothing like this, then fuck off."

"Kenny, calm down." Jordan said.

"Tell us what's going on." Omar nodded at

and stole a cigarette from my pack.

After calming down, I just told them.

"Yeah, I knew her for a year. We t every ti I skipped history." I was such a bad student that I was thrown out of history class by the teacher. That and because I slept and ate during the lesson... until the teacher couldn't take it anymore and expelled

from his classes. I still had to partake in the tests, but he told

as long as I stayed away and didn't bomb the exams, he wouldn't call my father.

"We t, like it is written in the diary; she asked

for my help." I concluded.

"Did sothing happen between you?" Jordan asked skeptically.

"No. I held her hand when reading her past, nothing more." Taking a deep drag, I slid down the tree and sat in the grass.

"Kenny. Really?" Jordan asked again.

"Yeah, why would I lie when I already know you won't believe ?"

"Can you really see the future?" Danny asked.

"Yeah. I also saw her corpse when Henry choked

yesterday. When he saw her in the morgue and identified her. No kidding...it was horrible." I felt more restless the more I talked about it, regretting having told them.

Omar crouched down.

"Why haven't you told us about the future-thing?"

I pressed my lips together and stared into nothingness.

"Because I don't look into the future, never." It will have its reasons that when the coin turned black, it took on an eerie touch, more than it already had. The future was prohibited. I knew best.

They looked at each other, and I leaned back my head, propping my arms on my knees.

"It doesn't matter. When you co to hate , just tell , don't make any underhand shit and crowd together on . At least make it a one-on-one." I think I could win against each of them, but not when they ca at

together.

"Can the future be changed?" Jordan asked.

I glimpsed at him before closing my eyes again.

"I don't know, I saw the future once when I was a child, and that future...well, was just like I had seen it."