Sneaking in the dark (student/teacher relationship)

Chapter 4.2

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Chapter 4.2

"Is this your sick joke!?'' I flung the paper in front of Cameron.

A couple of her friends followed the paper with their heavy makeup eyes and most likely had read it before it even landed on the table. Cameron picked the small paper up and I watched, as her face grew pale. What did she think? That I wouldn't know that it is her who is blackmailing me?

"I promise Anna, I-I didn't write this!'' she stammered.

She had dropped the piece of paper and her friend Amanda snatched it up right away. Lily, the girl beside Amanda, leaned over Amanda's shoulder so she also could read the note.

I didn't care that they read it; they wouldn't understand the meaning behind it anyway.

"Right, who else would know? I only told you Cam,'' I hissed, keeping my voice a little bit low.

Cameron opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Amanda whiny voice. Believe me, I have nothing against Cameron's other friends. But they talk like they are still going in kindergarten; it's kind of annoying.

"What is this?'' she asked, her manicure nails still holding onto the paper.

She holds it in a way that puts the two words on display for everyone around the table to see. Amanda's voice attracted some of the football guy's attention from across the table, and they too leaned closer to read what stood on the paper.

"Nothing Truce, throw it away,'' Cameron snapped back at Amanda, her eyes glistering in rage.

I knew she was angry, she never used Amanda's last name as a nickname for her. Unlike everyone else who does it.

In a funny way Amanda's last name does not at all fit her, she is the girl who always starts fights and gather a mob to make fun of some poor person. Truce only fits her when she goes in for truce with the person she is bullying.

And in situations like that she always makes someone else do the dirty work for her; she is the typical mean stereotype cheerleader you only are supposed to see in films. Although Amanda is for real.

"Girls, you can help Amanda throwing it away? Thank you. Anna and me needs to talk,'' Cameron told the other girls and we watched in silence as they walked away from the table.

Their legs wobbled on their high heels, why not just use normal shoes? I should stop thinking like that, they do nothing wrong, it's just my anger who is attacking everybody around me.

"I swear Anna, I did not write that note!'' she said when the other girls were out of hearing range. We didn't bother about hushing the boys away; they sat too far away to hear anything meaningful.

"Yeah right, who could possible know about this than you? Have you told anybody?'' I narrowed my eyes in suspicions.

"No!'' she protested with wide eyes.

I had a hard time believing her, she seemed honest, but I couldn't trust anyone. Not with this. Somebody knew about my relationship with Michael, and just that was bad. But what if it was about something else? It just stood I know, not what they know. 

"I need to go, please just give me time to think, it's best if we just don't talk, for a while,'' I choked on the last word and tears forced their way to my eyes, but I turned sharply away and started walking towards the entrance that lead to the hallway.