Sorry, so sorry I've been gone so long but today I'm trying to do a double update.

Thomas pitied them, seeing the boys, who had once been inseperable (though he didn't know if that had been before or after they had started seeing each other) were now sitting as far apart as they could and refused to speak to one another.

That was just the beginning of chaos. In the break, Oliver and Fred were awkwardly avoiding each other's gaze and the other boys awkwardly avoiding the topic of S.K.'s most recent post.

Thomas didn't know whether they wouldn't speak to each other because they feared being ridiculed or because they were in a fight. If they were in a fight, Thomas supposed S.K. had gotten their way. The way he looked at it he saw the Secret Killer as nothing else but a bitter person wanting nothing more than to ruin as much other lives as possible.

"YOU!"

Thomas turned his face to the direction of the noise and saw a girl with a long face and sleek brown hair stroming toward him and his friends.

He vaguely recognized her face from somewhere, but it dawned on him too late. Just when he'd figured out who she was and what she wanted, he wanted to step in, but-

Jackie had already run straight to Fred, hand in the air, and he gave him a slap across his face, which made a loud sound echo through the entire yard.

Several faces turned, as Fred's got red with shame and Jackie's with anger.

"How long has this been going on?" she shrieked, pointing her finger at his face. "Have you been sleeping around with him while we dated?"

Fred opened his mouth but no sound followed. His eyes flickered to Oliver and then back to Jackie.

The girl glared at Oliver for a second, then moved closer to Fred and demanded, "Well?"

"Well, no, but-"

"But what?" she shouted at him. "He was the reason you broke up with me, wasn't it?"

Fred seemed completely flustered, intimidated by his former girlfriend.

"Jackie..." said Ethan carefully. "Calm down..."

"I have the right to know, don't I?" Jackie snapped.

"Of course you do," Ethan agreed, "but calm down... getting angry won't solve things for anyone..."

Jackie took several deep breaths and this was the first time Thomas could get a proper look at Oliver.

Opposite to ruby red Fred, Oliver was white as chalk and did his best to become invisible.

Thomas couldn't understand how he could possibly feel. Oliver and Fred were both scorned everywhere they went, and there were rumours Oliver's parents had started fighting again since the post that outed their son.

Oliver's eyes met Fred's, a sight that angered Jackie even more. Her finger pressed Fred's chest, and she spat, "He was the reason we broke up!"

It was not a question anymore, but a fact. Fred was not denying anything, but looked at her apologetically.

The silence had lasted too long to be anything else than a yes, and Thomas saw Jackie bite her lip.

Then she acted completely on impulse, taking everyone by surprise. She turned around, but made up her mind, and spinned back around to face Fred, her fist colliding with his face.

The echoing of the smack was closely followed by a sickening crack, that made even Thomas flinch.

Not wanting to cower away and let Jackie hurt Fred any further, he stepped in front of his friend and let Ethan drag her away.

"Are you okay?" said Thomas quickly, watching the blood stream from Fred's nose. "You don't think it's broken, do you?"

"Oliver..."

Thomas followed the direction in which Fred was looking, at Oliver's retreating back.

Danielle Harding and Louise Davids had occupied an empty classroom, surrounded by textbooks, the three library books and a laptop.

"What good was it spilling any secret for this?" Louise said, frustrated. "Why couldn't S.K. have given us a clue that made more sense?"

"Don't you know you should never look a gifted horse in the mouth?" Dani sighed.

"What?"

"A saying," the blonde girl shrugged, looking at the words over and over again. "And did you really expect this to be easy?"

"No," Louise said, "I just wish it were, though."

"S.K.'s making a big spectacle out of this," her friend explained to her. "He's not going take to it easy on us."

"If he doesn't want us to find out, why give us hints?"
Danielle rolled her eyed. Does Louise not understand how this game works at all? Does she not understand the rules?

"S.K. wants us to find out at some point, I suppose," Dani explained. "I don't know. But what I do know, is that S.K. likes nothing more than to see us struggle. That struggle can only be made worse by giving us so little that er feel like we have something, but really we have nothing."

"So why are we even trying, then?"

"Because we will find something," Dani insisted. "We have to."

"I agree, but how are you proposing we do this?" Louise asked. "I'm clueless."

"Well," Dani started, "these six words are meaningless, so the only other option is that they translate to another code again."

"What code?" the brunette inquired. "Numbers? Words?"

"No idea," Dani confessed, "but what I do know is that this code will lead us to a clue. And if we find the clue- I guess we take it to Sherlock."

"We first need to find something," Louise reminded her. "That's going to be difficult enough already."

"If you thought this wouldn't be difficult, you're not as smart as I thought you were," she got as a response.

"You know I don't have the most patience when it comes to puzzles."

"Says the girl who loves nothing more but reading about Sherlock's cases."

Louise blushed.

"Reading it takes way less time than actually researching yourself."

"It shouldn't be too difficult," Dani said, rolling up her sleeves. "The words can be converted into either numbers or other letters."

"Yeah, that narrows it down," Louise said sarcastically.

"Shut up."

Dani concentrated on the words, tracing them with her pen, muttering, "We need to find some sort of system."

"Maybe you can magic the words into coordinates and we find S.K.'s secret lair!" the brunette jested.

Probably expecting to see Dani's face scowl, Louise's eyes widened when she actually received a grin instead.

"No," she said, laughing, "I was only joking-"

"Don't care," Dani said, still grinning. "It's brilliant. Coordinates. Six of them. They all point to one place. That's where we're going to find our clue."

"What- How-?"

"There is something the words tell us," she explained. "Look. Six, encircle, find, suspect, notebook, point?"

Louise gave her a vacant stare.

"You could make a sentence out of this, with a little imagination," Dani urged her friend. "C'mon, it's like those exercises in English. You've got the words, make a sentence."

"Er-"

Louise concentrated very hard on those six words, a little shocked because it felt like Dani was testing her.

"Er- Six points?" she tried.

Dani nodded, her blue eyes urging her friend to continue.

"Six points," Louise repeated, thinking hard. "Six points encircle- encircle something- encircle the notebook, and in the notebook, we will find a suspect?"

Louise saw the look and Dani's face and watched her friend smile, as she herself was still putting one and one together.

"What notebook?" she asked.

"Sherlock found ink marks on Jane Montgomery's body, didn't he?"

"How do you know?" Louise said. "That's supposed to be classified information!"

"I hear stuff, same as you," Dani shrugged. "If we wouldn't, what good would we be to S.K.?"

Louise nodded slowly in agreement.

"So, my point is," her friend continued, "this means Jane had a document with valuable information, probably the reason she was murdered."

"So these coordinates will lead us to where we can find the diary, and the diary will contain valuable information?"

"Very valuable information," Dani nodded. "A suspect. Louise, I think S.K. might be leading us to the one thing that would expose him."

"Why would he do that?" Louise said. "I'm not a criminal or anything but that just sounds dumb."

"Well, he could have two reasons: one, he thinks we won't be able to find the document, two-"

"He wants the recognition," she filled Dani in. "He wants people to see how smart he is. Like the cab driver in 'A Study In Pink'."

"Atta girl!"

Dani hugged her and the girls laughed.

"Let's do this," she said, "We're on fire!"

The next hour or so (it felt like an eternity to Louise, so she had quite lost her perception of time) they had spent typing stuff on their calculators and drawing all sorts of number diagrams, trying to find out the trick.

Then Dani came with the idea they first note down plausible coordinates and then they found out how to lead them back to the words.

"I think I've found some sort of system," she said after a while. "Vowels are even numbers, that's for sure. Consonants represent odd numbers."

So, you've found nothing, Louise thought, but it was a thought she did not voice.

"I won't deny you're futher than me," she said instead, "but it does not seem like much to me."

"It's not much," Dani admitted, "but it's a start. It's what we need to solve this."

Her voice did not sound tired, annoyed, as Louise's had, but excited and lively.

"Why does it sound like you're onto this?"

"Because I am!"

Dani's face was twisted into a small, shy smile. Louise knew that girl long enough to know she liked being smart, though she was not one to boast about it. Except when she wanted to piss someone off. She could be one mean, cocky bitch then.

"This is obviously some kind of mathematical formula," Dani said. "One variable is given so we need to find the x, the missing one."

"Dani, you and I have got the math skills of a teaspoon," Louise reminded her.

"Exactly!"

"Okay, why did that sound like a cry of euphoria instead of a cry for help?"

"What do I do when I don't get my math homework?" Dani asked.

"You go to your Dad," Louise said, "but I don't think that's an option we want to consider right now."

"If you'd let me finish, you know I wasn't going to go there," the blonde girl sighed.

"Very well," Louise said. "Do your magic."

"Because I am such a mathematical airhead, my Dad bestowed upon me these words of wisdom: 'if you doesn't work one way, try it the other way around."

Louise laughed.

"Is that wisdom or a innuendo?"

"Knowing my Dad, probably both," Dani shrugged. "But I think it's pretty clear what we have to do."

Louise eyes brightened and she said, stunned, "My brother's map of the school- we have to establish the most likely places to hide something small and of big importance- then we turn the coordinates into words again- and crack the damn code!"

Dani theatrically wiped an imaginary tear and said, "I'm so proud!"

"-so Louise vandalised her brother's map by drawing a hexagon on it, and so we found the spot and found the diary."

John eyes went from Danielle, grinning smugly, to her friend, flushed with pride, to the green booklet on the principal's desk.

"She's like a small, female blonde you," he said to Sherlock.

"Actually, he's a tall, what-passes-for-male, dark-haired, curly me on steroids."

Sherlock did not take the remark kindly, when John understood the girl had plenty reasons to be angry at the detective.

"I can't believe you had time to do this in between the sneaking around and ruining people's lives," Sherlock sneered at her.

His eyes went to Louise, the brunette. After the story it had appeared she want in with S.K. as well.

"You know that kid- Fred Richards- nearly got his nose broken because of you," he told her.

"I did not throw the punch," Louise said, shrugging. "Besides, why should I care? I never liked him and he never liked me. Me and Dani- we got you what you wanted, so I don't see the problem."

"He does appreciate it," John said quickly before any of the others could make it worse.

"He's got an odd way of showing it," Danielle said, her eyes narrowing.

"Even though I'd love to engage in this argument, if only for the pleasure of me winning, but I'd rather suggest the thing which we are here for; finally examine Jane Montgomery's diary."

"Fine," Danielle breathed.

Sherlock grabbed the booklet carefully, treating it and its pages as if they were so fragile they would tear if treated too harshly.
He started flicking the pages nervously, and John noticed he was moving swiftly to the end, the conclusion.

Every heartbeat seemed to echo through the room like a thunderstorm, all heartbeats together being a final countdown toward the big reveal.
John wanted an end to come to the horror these students had been going through. Sherlock wanted the big reveal to put an end to the restlessness of the case.

Then the nervosity of the detective long, slender fingers came to an end as they stopped moving abruptly.

"This can't be it," he breathed. "It doesn't make sense."

"Sherlock," said John firmly, gripping Sherlock's shoulder. "Sherlock, what's wrong?"

"Who is it?" said Louise urgently. "We deserve to know. Who is the Secret Killer?"

Sherlock furrowed his brow, and John found himself thinking that maybe the solution was quite plain, so plain that Sherlock had wanted it to be bigger. Maybe his friend had believed a master criminal to be behind it, Moriarty II, or-

"Who is it?" Danielle said. "Please, just tell us! This has been going on for long enough!"

But as Sherlock stood there, still as a statue, John knew no response would come from him. He snatched the green notebook out of Sherlock's hands, and read, "Mr. Holden."

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