So, I've been watching a whole lot of Spanish dramas on Netflix and I came up with this idea as fun. Stay safe everyone!
So a murder has been committed (of a person I loathe because she hurt my Frary ship) and you'll have to see who commits the crime due to the different reasons each character had to kill her.
Lola's dead and you all know how much I hate her, I practically write a few things about her and shove her into a little box of non-existence and seldom mentions but this is all about her because after watching the likes of Elité, I've decided that killing off characters I hate is the way to get through this time.
Enjoy fellow Lola-haters.
Lola gasps as the blade is shoved into her stomach and quickly pulled out. Her eyes look up in shock and she swallows hard, dropping to the tiled flooring of the swimming pool hall. Her breathing becomes shallow and her eyes meet her attacker's with remorse, guilt and understanding.
They're just as surprised at it all, backing away - their footsteps loud in her ears. They shake their head in disbelief, mouthing they're sorry over and over again as they leave her, rushing out and leaving a trail of blood as they go.
Lola gasps, writhing on the floor as she tries to get back up and find help but every time she tries to get up, she keeps going back down. Not like this. Not like this.
She lays on her back and closes her eyes. Her heart rate slows down and tears slip down her face.
"Lola?!"
She doesn't register the voice.
"Lola, oh my God! Someone call an ambulance!"
There's no point.
"Help! Help!"
Lola feels herself slip away.
Her scarlet blood cakes the tiles and continues to spread, tears being mixed into the liquid that stains their knees and clothes.
...
Four Months Earlier
"How about this dress?"
Mary, Greer, Aylee and Lola stare at Kenna in disbelief. It's her seventeenth dress and the damn Prom isn't until July.
"It's fine!" Lola tells her, rolling her eyes. "Girls, tell her it's fine."
Mary chuckles softly, giving Kenna an approving nod. "This is the one."
Kenna sighs in relief, twirling around and fixing her hair a little. "Thank God. It's only fifteen hundred, but it's worth every penny. I want to be the best dressed."
"I'm sure you'd look great in anything," Greer tells her dismissively as she flicks through a magazine. "You managed to do well with that bin bag project in Textiles."
"Honestly, Kenna," Aylee begins sweetly. "You ought to not care about what other people think about you. Not everything is about looks or-"
"Aylee, you're talking to a brick wall at this point," Mary says lightly when Kenna retouches her lipgloss through the mirror.
Aylee scowls but she still looks sweet and innocent. "Urgh. True."
Kenna chuckles and turns to them. "I don't care about what people think, I just like looking good. Makes me feel better about myself."
"Hmm," Mary mumbles. "Right."
"Shut up," Kenna replies, giggling.
"It must be great," Lola starts. "Feeling good about yourself."
Greer turns to her curiously. "You do know you're beautiful, right?"
"No more than the rest of you," Lola says, rolling her eyes. "No one takes a second glance at me."
"That's not true-"
"I mean it. How many boyfriends and girlfriends has Kenna had, this school year alone? And Mary has Francis and his half-brother all over her. Even Greer has Leith and Aylee's been flirting with that Sylvester guy," Lola explains. "No one has asked me out."
Kenna turns to her with a cheeky grin. "Time for a makeover then."
"Oh, no-"
"Trust me, you won't regret it!" Kenna sings.
Lola laughs. "I already do!"
...
Present Day
"I can't believe it," Kenna whispers to Mary as they watch the rain pour from Mary's house. "My parents are flying in next week. Is it okay if I stay with you and yours until then?"
Mary nods. "Of course," she says softly. "I didn't know they'd close the school boarding house. Greer's staying with Leith and his family and Aylee's going back home entirely."
Kenna swallows hard. "Who would do that?"
"I don't know."
The doorbell rings and Mary turns towards the vicinity of the front door. She hears it being answered by the house manager and he arrives in the kitchen, bowing his head a little.
"Madamoiselle?"
"Who is it?" She asks.
"It's the police."
Mary sighs heavily and nods. "Bring them in."
They're eighteen, legal adults. The police don't need them to have a parental presence and Mary shifts over to the breakfast table as the detectives enter. Kenna soon joins her and the cook enters and offers them something to eat or drink.
They settle on teas and biscuits.
"When was the last time either of you saw Madamoiselle Flemming?" Duval asks them.
Kenna keeps her tone cool, tears threatening to come up. "We spoke about her asking a guy out..."
...
Two Days Ago
"Lola!"
Lola stops, her heart is loud in her ears and she plants a fake smile on, turning to face Kenna. "Kenna, what is it?"
Kenna scoffs lightly. "Uh, hello? I didn't put you in this outfit for no reason! Go and ask Collin out."
Lola swallows the bile in her throat down. "I really don't feel up to it."
"Do it. Or Julien," Kenna tells her firmly, starting to push her towards one of the most handsome guys in the school. "Someone said he had a thing for you. He's been trying to ask you out."
Lola rolls her eyes. "Kenna, not now."
Kenna stops Lola and turns her around, holding her tightly by the shoulders as the party continues around them. "Lola, I am doing this to help you."
Lola narrows her eyes. "What do you mean?"
"Hook up with Julien," Kenna tells her quietly. "Then say you're pregnant in a month."
"How do you know?"
"I'm not stupid. And Mary will find out and when she does-"
"What?"
Kenna takes a sharp intake of breath, planting a fake smile on her face. "Julien's good in bed. You're lucky."
"You know, Kenna?"
"What?" Kenna asks airily.
"You're such a cow, you know? No one really likes you."
Kenna blinks in surprise. "Oh?"
"Yeah. A whore. I'm glad to be getting away from you all. I accepted a place at Harvard," Lola admits.
Kenna blinks back tears. "I'm happy for you. After all that I've done to help you... You just can't help yourself, can you? Destroying other people's lives-"
"Henry."
"Fuck off, Lola," Kenna hisses, leaving her side. She sees Lola grab a drink and walk over to Julien, pulling the shocked man into a deep kiss that emits cheers from his friends. "Fucking bitch."
...
Present Day
"She later went to him and that was when I last saw her," Kenna says evenly.
Duval turns her attention to Mary. "And you, Madamoiselle?"
Mary sighs heavily. "Honestly, I wasn't really interested in her whereabouts. We had a bit of a fall out last week and I kept my distance. I was with my boyfriend all evening, we uh, snuck out to have sex."
"Do you know if Lola had any enemies?" Duval's colleague Pierre asks them.
Kenna laughs. "Lola was the kindest soul in the world. She had none."
"We had our falling outs but we always made up," Mary adds. "We're girls, we bitch and cry and then kiss and makeup."
"What was your argument about?" Pierre asks her.
Mary shrugs a little. "She decided to choose a university in the States as opposed to France where we all promised to remain with each other. In fact, at Prom, I was going to give her my blessing. Doing Law at Harvard could have taken her places. We have to do what's best for ourselves, friendships can wait."
"So the last time you saw her was...?"
"After she kissed Julien Varga. I wasn't really paying that much attention - my boyfriend, Francis Valois, and I were leaving to... you know," Mary tells them.
"And what time do you think this may have been?" Duval asks.
Mary ponders on it. "About ten past eleven?"
...
Two Days Ago
Mary slaps him. Hard.
"You... you want to be with her?!"
"No, Mary!" Francis cries out. "I want you! We spoke about this last week, why are you-"
"You're the one who brought her up, Francis!" Mary cries back. "Why?"
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "She's alone. You've all scorned her, shunned her. She's all alone-"
"I care because?"
"Mary!"
"What?" She snaps.
"You're not this mean, this cruel," Francis says softly. "It was a mistake. And you are no saint either."
She narrows her eyes. "What's that supposed-"
"You slept with my brother-"
"We didn't get that far-"
"Mary, either way, you didn't want to be with me-"
"You slept with Olivia!"
He freezes. "How do you...?"
Mary's face falls and she swallows hard. "Bash told me. Then I was so ready to sleep with him but I couldn't. Not when I loved you. Then when you see me, seeking comfort because of something you caused, you sleep with my best friend."
Francis quickly cups her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. We were on that break and-"
"No-"
"Mary-"
"I love you!"
"Then we can be together!" He cries out, leaning his forehead against hers. "I love you too. Oh, God, there's been so many mixed feelings and I never meant for it to get this messy. You and me, Mary. It's always been us. We've been on and off for so long... I never knew my brother's homecoming would mean you'd... fall for him."
Mary sniffles. "I was confused."
"Babe, let's just start fresh," he breathes out. "We're both going to Scotland for uni, we'll be together and all this high school drama will be over."
"Promise?"
"I promise you, Mary," Francis whispers, kissing her hard.
"Let's go back inside," she suggests, hugging him happily.
He kisses the side of her head. "Yeah."
They head back out and Francis is waved over by Leith and she lets him go, giving him an assuring smile. She then turns and sees Lola leave the hall. She quickly stops her in front of the entrance.
"You putain," she hisses to Lola. "I thought I made it clear when I said you shouldn't come."
"I'm pregnant, Mary."
Mary gasps, eyes wide. "Say it's not true."
Lola smiles wryly, shrugging helplessly. "I found out this morning. It's Francis's."
Mary's eyes water and she shakes her head, bowing it. "Why did you do this to me?"
"You weren't together-"
"He loves me and I love him," Mary snaps at her. "He's my life."
"Yet, you were so willing to sleep with his half-brother," Lola replies. "You're the whore here."
Mary clenches her fists. "You know what? I wish I never met you. I wish our parents weren't close enough as friends to even suggest having you attend this school. All you've done is ruin everyone's lives. And look, now you won't even be able to go to your stupid Harvard."
"You're just jealous, Mary! Jealous that everyone now wants me!"
Mary laughs. "Oh, God. Without Kenna or me, you'd be nothing. Do you think Greer's your friend? You're a fucking joke. Not even Aylee gives a damn about you. We're all glad to see the back of you."
"Francis enjoyed our night so much, he asked me to join him for drinks the next day too," Lola tells her.
"I hope your baby dies," Mary replies casually.
"Mary, that's..."
Mary swallows hard. Of course, she doesn't. That's just sick. She doesn't really mean it but Lola's pressing all the right buttons and it's driving her mad. She can't stand this woman in front of her.
"You always did like biting the hand that fed you," Mary continues on. "Remove yourself from my sight."
Lola scoffs. "As Her Majesty wishes," she says, curtseying dramatically before she stalks off.
Mary bursts into sobs, covering her mouth before she suddenly sobers up and wipes her tears. She uses her compact mirror to fix herself before she heads back into the hall and wraps her arm around Francis's waist.
"Are we good?" He asks into her ear when Leith's distracted by Greer trying to pull him into a dance.
Mary stares at him. He's going to be a dad. "Yeah," she croaks out, fighting her tears back. "We are."
...
Present Day
"She deserved it," Mary mutters over a glass of Whiskey when the police have gone.
Kenna looks up at her. "Did she really? I mean, does anyone deserve death, Mary?"
Mary turns her gaze to her best friend. "No," she whispers, her throat closing up. "But she hurt everyone. Whoever did it, did us all a favour."
Kenna digs her nails into her palm. "She had a future."
"Oh, she did alright," Mary mumbles, downing her drink. "Having my boyfriend's baby no less."
Kenna gasps. "What?"
"She was pregnant," Mary whispers. "Francis doesn't know. And I intend to make it stay that way. Okay?"
Kenna nods shakily. "Okay."
Mary bites her lip nervously. "So, you and Henry, his dad?"
Kenna sighs, covering her face. "Mary, the less you know about that, the better."
"What have you got yourself into?" Mary asks, alarmed.
Kenna meets her eyes fearfully. "Please, don't ask."
"Kenna, what happened? Did you have something to do with his hospitalisation?" Mary demands from her.
Kenna finishes her drink and excuses herself to the guest bedroom. Not now, not ever. It's her secret and someone else's. They'll take it to their graves.