i still don't have a reason, and you don't have the time.
Wednesday: Turns out the recent death of Easton student Caroline was not a drug overdose. Detectives suspect foul play but we were all gone all week. They want to question us in the dinning hall today and there will be refreshments. Since there is a murder mystery going around Head Master Crom has forbid us from leaving campus without an administrator and will be having a meeting later on in the day with us.
I paced back and forth around our room, biting my bottom lip until it started to bleed.
"What are we going to do?" I asked Noora and Ara, biting my pinky nail. Bijou was luckily preoccupied by Cara, or Clio, or something.
"Nothing." Noora shrugged. "There's nothing we can do."
"What if the detectives find out? I mean, we have no alibi for what we did that night. We were the last people to see her!" I shook my head.
"They won't find out. We're the Billing's girls, hun. We have connections everywhere. And plus, how do you know that we were the last people to see her? She could've met up with someone else when Ara left her." N said reassuringly, taking another sip from her latte, while flipping through a Vogue magazine, like we were just talking about the weather.
"Okay... if you say. We'll, I'm supposed to go talk to the detectives now." I said, picking up my lip gloss and applied it, to cover up my small cut on my lip.
"Just act cool, and calm, Yas. And don't worry, no one will never find the camera. It's safe. Just rehearse what we practiced." Noora lifted up her eyes, and gave me a thin smile.
I breathed a sigh. "Good. I don't need my conscience tarnished by a dead girl." I gave Ara a look, who was staring at me with those eerie ghost blue eyes.
I left quickly, my heart thumping in my chest uncontrollably. Why did I have a bad feeling about this?
I ran into Cooper on the way, and hugged him softly. We've been getting along great just as friends, but something about him always made me blush when I was around him. Wait, I was with Brice now! I couldn't think of other guys.
"Hey Coop." I forced a smile, my cheeks burning from fear of the detective, and noticing how hot Cooper was today.
"Yas." He smiled, and then frowned. "Are you seeing the detective now? You look worried."
"Yeah. I just kind of nervous around detectives, and crime stuff." I lied, trying to relax my body.
"Oh, well I'm sure you'll do fine. You're Yasmin, you do amazing in everything." He smiled, and I smiled back, great fully.
"Thank you so much, Coop."
"No problem! You'll do great, it's not like you have anything to hide." He laughed, while we parted.
Yeah, that's what you think.
But I've done some terrible things.
The light was dim, and I swear the room smelled like donuts and coffee. How cliche. I think this was the closet or something, it's disgusting and hot in here.
"Yasmin Rosalie, right?" The woman smiled to me. Maybe I lucked out with the nice one.
"Yes, it's a pleasure." I smiled softly as I possibly could manage.
"So I see you're part of the Billing's girls? The infamous foursome. It seems to be that you four "rule" the school." She said, checking things on her clipboard.
"I guess you could put things like that." I laughed gently.
"So that means you could do anything you like, and get away with it, right?" She said, raising a brow.
"Well, of course not. My status may be different from others, but that doesn't mean I'm treated anything different by the staff here at Easton." I said, folding my hands in my lap.
"Powerful girls have no limits though, right?" She tilted her head slightly, as if taunting me. God, she was good. But I was better.
"It seems to be that you're classifying me like any other girl. Isn't that idea a bit basic? Who is to say that anyone has limits? It's the choices you make that classify you. Not a general idea like limits." I spoke breezily, flabbergasting her.
"Well..." She sniffed.
"May we continue on with the questions? I have a spa appointment at four, and I'm meeting my boyfriend after." I lied, making myself look superior. She clenched her jaw.
"Where were you on the night of Caroline's death?" She asked, checking her clipboard once again.
"And which day was that again?" I asked.
"Last Thursday." She said confidently.
"Well, first I went to school, that was from nine to three. Afterwards, I went shopping with my fellow Billings, Bijou, Noora, and Ara, just so you know. That was from around four to six. Then I got dinner with my boyfriend, which was eight to nine, roughly. When that was finished I went back to Billings, and went to bed. School was tomorrow, so I went to bed a bit earlier. Around eleven. I never left the dorm." I recited, holding my chin high.
"Well, you know what to say." She raised a brow.
"I take a course in law. Are we done now?" I said. I was being a bit rude, but you must always be the three C's. Cool, calm, and collected.
"I see. Not just yet, Ms. Rosalie. It seems to be that you have a bit of an alcohol problem. Did you supply Caroline alcohol?" She asked.
"And where did you get that accusation?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"From anonymous sources." She replied, with a snub look.
"And how can you trust them? There is no factual evidence of me supplying Caroline alcohol, or of me drinking any, for that matter."
All she did was nod. "You can go now Ms. Rosalie. But you'll be hearing from me." She gave me a suspicious look as I grabbed my stuff, and walked out, as I breathed a sigh.
It was done. For now.