He scanned his student card at the counter, placed his backpack at the nearby table and walked to the politic section. Not being familiar with the library, he had a rough time looking for the book he was searching for. For some reason he could sense the world was spinning at the moment he stepped into the library, puzzling him like the Distorted World did at the theme park. He took out the paper from his pocket, holding it in front of his eyes with two fingers as he carefully examined the book racks. As the time he pulled a book entitled ‘Population and Poverty in the Developing World,’ the empty hole in front of him suddenly filled with a face. ‘Hey, Oliver!’ The person appointed him. ‘Gahhh..!’ Oliver startled, and almost dropped his book. He took a step back and secured a deep breath, stabilizing his blood pressure.
‘Sarah…!’ he cried. In the cervices of the books and shelves, he saw the female walked at the opposite isle and took a left corner towards him. She smiled. And the next moment after that, Oliver found himself face to face with her, which made him froze and red.
‘What are you looking for?’ The female said softly, trying to peek over the front cover of the book he was holding in his arms. She wore simple jeans, and a cardigan with a white shirt she made as an inner. It was simple, but she looked nice as usual, matching her long brunette hair that hung a little bit lower over her shoulder. She owned a pair of beautiful hazel eyes that Oliver sometimes felt envy of it. Sometimes when she asked compellingly, her eyes would glitter amazingly, and hypnotised each of everyone who looked at it to fulfill her request. It was her secret weapon as a beautiful damsel, Oliver thought.
‘Politics…’ Oliver snorted. ‘I hate politics. What about you?’
Sarah showed the front cover to him. ‘World History.’ She simply said back, but her lilt showed that she wasn’t interested as well. ‘Hey, you’re late right? Where did you go?’ Suddenly she turned curious and asked him. She stared at him as if she won’t blink without an answer, and her arms akimbo.
‘Err…I got into some trouble, never mind me.’ Oliver replied, as he perused through the book that he just took. He placed the book back into its place before taking another one, flipping the pages like he did on the first one. ‘Oh yea, where’s Tyler?’ He said to the female but his eyes remained glued to the book. He tapped his finger on the hardcover of the book as he walked to the table where he left his backpack in the first place. Sarah followed him and took a seat next to him.
‘I don’t know. He was here just now…’ She said, her eyes lingering around the library, probably scanning for the male that Oliver asked about. About ten seconds after that, she turned her look towards the male next to him and suddenly she covered the page he was reading with her palms.
‘What’s wrong..?’ He turned over to her and asked.
‘Tell me about your “problem”.’ She said, gesturing with her hands as she made two quote signs with her fingers on the air. Maybe she saw him bumped into the principal and wanted a full report of it.
‘What problem?’ Suddenly Tyler came, setting himself seated in front of Oliver and Sarah. He brought two books, as he carefully aligned them together and put them into his Nike backpack. He raised his eyebrows as he tilted his head, and his expression told them that he’s interested as well.
‘Where were you?’ Oliver said, hoping that he would be able to change the topic. He didn’t want his friend to know the other part of their principal. The whole school would know about it. He flipped through another page of his book, pretending to scrutinise on each word and make himself busy.
‘I was…speaking with Marcie.’ He said, as the moment he mentioned the name, Oliver and Sarah gawked, giving him a weird look.
‘Marcie..? You don’t mention Marcie and speaking with in the same sentence.’ Sarah looked concerned, as she leaned closer to the table, probably to avoid other students to hear them. Her eyes never left Tyler, as Oliver now leaned closer. ‘I agree with her, man. You should stay away from that woman.’
Tyler gave out a heavy breath, as he threw his body to the chair, his eye balls were scanning the perimeter in case she might be around, watching them. He scratched the bridge of his nose before he said, ‘She…just asked me to her summer party at her beach house’. Oliver didn’t seem surprised, but Sarah was a different story. She looked like she’s going to blow, but she kept her sanity for the time being. She guessed that Tyler wouldn’t go to the party. And she hoped she was right.
Everyone knew that Marcie was everyone’s enemy, except for those rich brats. Marcie always pretended to be nice to people and she would assure them that she’s their friend. But the truth was undeniable; she was only trying to delve into people’s big secrets before she could announce them officially on the school’s microphone. She remembered how Marcie insulted Maya, a girl who came from a needy family with terrible names and talked bad about her deceased father. For some reason, she’s like a devil wearing a human mask. At least that was what posted by an unknown and unsatisfied person about her at the school’s bulletin board.
Would Tyler be her next victim?