The SAMB knows nothing about us. Mwahahahahahah. They don't know about the fandom here on Fanfiction.
Or at least most of them don't.
But either way, we're a secret. But you guys should go there, just saying. The fandom is huge. User: Butterflydusk44 and Butterflydusk36.
(36 is my backup, 44 is my main.)
Conor was still nowhere.
All Meilin was told was just to back off from the situation and let the police handle the issue. Of course, she never did what she was told, so what was the point in doing it now? She never got caught breaking the rules anyway, and that was the thrill of it all.
It seemed odd to her, as Abeke would usually be the one to complain about Meilin's secret behaviour. But this time, this time, she said nothing. Not a thing. She nodded her head, shutting her mouth.
Meilin was never good at taking a hint, and she decided it was one of Abeke's realizations this time. She was realizing how important breaking the rules just might be for Conor. She was realizing how rules were meant to be broken.
"Don't tell anyone anything," the principal had told her. "As far as I'm concerned, the news network created a virus that deleted anything that had the name Conor Shepherd or Delphine Met. I know how the student teacher Lishay Met is concerned, but you have to keep quiet; not a lot of people know. No one watches the one o'clock news. It got deleted right after. Don't worry about anything."
Mr. Lassel then crossed his legs and took a sip of his decaf, which was what annoyed Meilin the most. You're not helping with the problem if you silence it. Meilin had wanted to knock the off brand coffee out of his wrinkled little hands and laugh.
But laughing wasn't something she did often now.
Being called to the principal's office was really never a good thing. Ever.
"Police are here," Rollan pointed, behind. "No one knows exactly what they're there for, but they just are." He paused, glancing back. "Obviously, we know why they're there."
Meilin turned around to face the west courtyard, where policemen were currently entering the building through the west door to possibly interview the principal, Lishay and everyone else who possibly knew Conor and Delphine.
Rollan pulled his backpack off his back and into his hands, sneaking in through the west door, Meilin trailing behind.
"Are we even allowed to be in the school?" Meilin asked, once she caught on.
"Since when did you care about the rules?"
Meilin didn't argue. In fact, Rollan seemed to care about the rules more than Meilin did.
They walked along the first floor, only to be met by the end of the corridor. Mr. Lassel's office was on the edge of the third floor, but they knew better than to check there.
Meilin was suddenly aware of the weight of her backpack, heavy with science homework and French textbooks. Her back ached, but it was all a part of being in honor's science and language. She ambled along with Rollan, her extremely heavy backpack and his probably empty one. At this point, it didn't seem really fair that she had to carry three kilograms of paper every day and he didn't.
Meilin pulled off her backpack and handed it to Rollan. "Hold this for an hour."
Rollan had a complicated expression on his face Meilin couldn't quite read, but she knew it wasn't exactly good. But he obeyed.
They hopped up the stairs, making sure to be out of earshot and eyesight.
Meilin looked at her phone, checking the time. Four thirty-seven.
An hour and a half ago, school had ended, leaving Abeke to go home right away, uncharacteristically, not talking to one of her four million friends.
At that point, Meilin felt jealousy. Between the four of them, Abeke seemed to have the most friends, most people she could talk to, in any and every situation. Rollan was the same. No one seemed to dislike any of them. Conor may have been shy, but there was a simple rule; no one could dislike him either.
And then there was Meilin.
Not everyone liked her. In fact, when it came to a dispute she was in, no one would ever pick her side.
Except maybe Rollan. Unless if it was really bad, and he had to embrace his character of justice.
"-Meilin," Meilin suddenly heard Rollan say. "Were you even listening to a word I said?"
The answer was obvious, so she didn't bother to answer.
"I said, the principal and Lishay are taken to be questioned because the police needed DNA samples of Lishay and just some type of information from Mr. Lassel." Rollan showed the text message from some guy named poop emoji.
"And how does your intellectual friend know?"
"Reien's the principal's son."
Meilin shook her head, sighing. "Tracking whatever the police do is so useless. We have to go find Conor and Delphine ourselves."
"How?" Rollan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Have some hope."
A faint smile appeared on Rollan's lips. Faint, but it was still there. Sad, but it still meant something.
All that mattered was that it was there.
X~x~X
Abeke turned to hiding.
She wasn't sure what she was hiding from; her friends, her father and sister, maybe even herself. Or maybe she was just trying to believe in her own lies, the types they put out in the news, assuring everyone everything is okay, when nothing is.
When Abeke was six years old, she had punched a boy in the face.
"Why did you do it?" her mother had asked her, looking straight into her eyes.
"Because he lied to me," she had responded, staring straight back into her mother's eyes.
"What did he say?"
He had told her the biggest lie. "He told me everything was okay."
Her mother had held her shoulders, with a plastic smile, saying, "It is okay."
Abeke knew it was a lie, because whenever her mother had lied, her big eyes would look down to Abeke's shoulders, too intimidated to say it to her face.
X~x~X
That was very oddly short for this story.
I haven't updated in forever.
Excuse? Uhm, how about the fact that I have two tests tomorrow, a French project, math homework, and a huge woodwork project that counts for 50% of my mark? Does that work?
(Spirit animals message board? Pftt, no, I wasn't there.)
(I'm a great liar.)
~Alicio
