A Certain Romance (Reimagined)

Blurb

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Nothing could prepare for me this moment as I sat in the monochrome, cold cement room. A lamp hanging from the ceiling shined above the table, offering the only source of lighting. Ahead, I could see a mirror, though I automatically knew it was a two-way mirror. On the other side, they were waiting for me to breakdown and confess. They waited for me to make one wrong move with my body language, so they could then accuse me. Was I guilty? Yes, I was guilty for many bad things I had done wrong in my small amount of lifetime. I regretted many things I had done, but perhaps those things shaped me into the person I am today as I sat here twiddling my thumbs. I never expected myself to sit in a room like this with a lady holding no emotion. This was out of character for me. For anyone that was in my circle of friends. We never messed with situations we weren't supposed to. We tried our best, but I somehow landed here. 

"Where were you the night of December 31st, at 11:30pm?" The lady across from me looked as if she belonged in a morgue herself. Her skin was so pale, it almost appeared gray in the lighting. Her eyes so blue, they looked like the water in one of the most private and expensive islands earth had to offer. Nearly transparent, they were. I could virtually see behind the cold, hard façade she held. She was used to this setting and something in the way that she spoke told me that she had done this thousands of times before. She had a notepad and a pen, ready to jot down anything and everything I was going to say.

"Am I your person of interest?" I asked her. She didn't blink. She didn't stutter.

"We're talking to everyone that was there the night it happened. Protocol."

Protocol. This woman knew just what to say in these moments. I didn't like it.

I took a sip of water, the coolness of it woke me up momentarily. Twenty-four hours without sleep could mess a person up. I knew the dark circles under my eyes and the way I appeared messy and unbothered likely made me look suspicious to the investigator.

"Do you know if anyone hated your friend?" She asked another question, making me glad she detoured from the first one because I couldn't remember New Year's Eve. I was too drunk, maybe black out drunk. The night was a blur, practically like it never happened. An empty, dark space within me. That was why I didn't like to drink. I liked being aware and in control of situations. I hated feeling like I missed pieces of my own life and I would never get them back.

I chuckled lightly at her question. I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning back into my chair. "He wasn't my friend."

"Your classmate."

I nodded. "My classmate wasn't loved and praised by everyone. Only a select few. It was a well-known fact that he wasn't the easiest person to be around. I stayed out of his way if he stayed out of mine. I've never had any violent feelings towards him. At worst, I wanted him to shut up sometimes."

She wrote down everything I had said to her, circling some phrases that likely stuck out to her so she could find me guilty later when she shared the notes with her colleagues. Ultimately, I knew she would fail. 

It was freezing in the room now. Goosebumps formed along my arms, making me wish I could get out of here soon. There weren't going to find anything to use against me. I felt I was innocent, anyway. In a sense, we all were. No one meant to do this. I took another sip of water, choosing to let my eyes wander elsewhere as the investigator studied me. She wanted her person of interest desperately; she wasn't going to stop. She'd intimidate everyone until she finally got the answer she wanted. But little did she know, within Lakewood Preparatory, we all protected one another through the hatred and through the love. 

Hello!!!!!

This is A Certain Romance reimagined. So something darker. 

Same characters from the original book, some new characters. Same humor, some darker things going on. I hope you guys will enjoy these characters coming back and how I will reinvent them to fit this world.