Silent Murder

….. I thought my life would be simple. Just happiness and peace. No drama, no bullying, no nothing. I could find my soulmate and have a family, live in our dream house and live happily ever after. But there were all just fantasies of mine. Just endless dreams.  The moment I step foot in my new school I knew something was going to go wrong. I knew for a fact that senior year was going to be so much different than those other years. I just knew.  It all just started with one particular person. Jace, aka prince charming. He has all the girls in his magical spell. And I don't know why or how. He has always been calm and silent. He never talked to anyone except his best friends. They have long graduated from school but I've seen them together a lot. He is just normal like everyone else. Or tries to be. He studies a lot, he's smart, he goes to parties now and then. But. the moment I saw his innocent face I knew there was something wrong, I knew that he was up to no good and that I should stay away for good. But I didn't know what. I just couldn't put my finger on it. He was always so calm that it confused the hell out of me Every night I tried to find out what the problem was. Why I thought there was something missing. Until I got this dream. This dream that changed my whole life completely.  "You killed him" I whispered. My hands were shaking while my right hand was pointing at the dead body in front of me "you killed him" I said a little bit louder, I couldn't believe it, this can't be happening! my mind was racing with thoughts and I couldn't think straight anymore. "Simone, I swear to god it wasn't me!" he panicked while slowly walking towards me. I quickly moved my hand in front of me in a way for him to stop. "Stay where you are" I raised my voice. "Don't come any closer!" I warned. I looked down on my hands just to see that they were shaking from fear? Excitement? No, wait what the hell Simone! He killed someone! Killed! "I know you're scared, Simone, but please trust me" his eye was piercing into me, I couldn't look any more, I was too scared. Why would he kill someone? Why would he do that to himself? To me? Why? Is this a dream?  Please be all just a sick dream and I'll wake up in just a minute! "Simone-" "Jace, I know you are trying to tell me that you didn't mean it, but you still killed someone, you still ruined someone's family. What would my parents say if they find out that my friend is a murderer? A killer!" I cried out.  "I won't be able to see you ever again" I whispered, my voice was full with pain, I couldn't even recognize it.  "What were you thinking Jace!?" I screamed out while sinking on my knees in defeat on the muddy ground of the forest. The tears fell down on my cheeks while Jace was watching me cry in silent. "What are you going to do about it?" I asked after some time with a shaky voice. He looked down to face me. I could see the pain in his eyes while he looked at me, which broke me even more. "What do you mean?" "Are you going to confess to the police or are you going to hide it" I whispered. The way that his facial expression changed so fast made me feel uncomfortable, it didn't feel like him at all. He's supposed to be calm about this darn it! But how is he supposed to stay calm if he killed someone! "Simone, I didn't kill him! I can't explain right now but I swear to god Simone if you think that I killed this man please! Don't! I'm holding the gun, I know! But he fricking attacked me! I was about to defend my self but someone else shot him! Someone is trying to frame me and I know exactly who it is!" He yelled loudly. I looked at him wide-eyed. This is the first time that I saw him yell like that. Jesus! So he isn't the murder? Why the hell would someone frame him then? I started looking everywhere in a panic. he closed his eyes, showing that he was pissed off and thinking of an idea for the current situation. All of a sudden he started walking towards the corpse and grabbed its arms. He then decided to start pulling him, making me freeze in fear. "Jace, What are you doing?" "I'm going to hide him" he grunted while continuing pulling the body. My eyes widened at the sight. I can't see my best friend do this. This is terrible! I want this all to stop!  I stood up quickly running towards Jace and trying to push him away from the body but he was too strong and pushed me away with one hand making me fall to the ground.  "JACE-" "Woah, Woah, Woah. Dreaming of the pretty boy are we now, Simone?" I woke up confused and alert while my sister was closing the door to my room, now standing besides my bed. "What the hell just happened?" I asked out of breath. She chuckled and asked me the same thing. "The only thing I know is that you were dreaming of Jace" she smirked but it slowly disappeared when she saw the expression on my face. "Hey, hey what's wrong? What did you dream about?" she asked concerned. "he was my uhm- best friend for some reason?" I glanced at the clock next to me. 6:30 "Isn't that great?" she asked raising her eyebrows? I stared at a random spot on my bed in silent before talking again. "He got framed," I said without any emotion. I looked up at her to see her looking at me with slight concern but quickly masked it with a little smile. "Simone... It's just a dream" I didn't say anything, just thinking about that strange dream makes me unable to speak properly She sighed and smiled at me one more time before opening my door. "Breakfast is ready. You have 30 minutes." And with that, she left. -------- Walking down the school's corridor is hell for me. Well if you don't have friends you can easily compare, but I still survive. One more year and I'll be gone from this hellhole; I can move out of my house and finally achieve my dreams. I sighed and walked towards my locker. What a joke. The moment I reached my locker I sensed something wrong, but I thought nothing of it. So I decided to open my locker but before I could even move a strong hand stopped me by grabbing my wrist. I froze in shock and looked at the boy with raised eyebrows. "What are you doing?" my dumbass self was about to ask not before I noticed who the stranger was. I looked at him and remembered the dream I had with him last night. My eyes slowly widened at the thought.  It's just a dream Simone, it's just a dream. There's no corpse lying on the floor right now. "I'm going to hide him" "w-what," I asked stupidly. "Don't open that locker" he warned. I  gulped in confusion and looked away to see his hand painfully holding my wrist. "Jace, let go of me" I gritted through my teeth.  I'd be surprised if he even heard me. Surprisingly he did and slowly let go of me. "Don't open it." he said standing straighter and cleared his throat awkwardly. "Why not? What's in there?" I asked since he isn't telling me why. I waited for a few moments before I scoffed and slowly started opening my locker. Yes, I'm an i***t, I know. Why am I doing this, it's literally the dumbest idea ever! Stop! But my stupid hand wasn't stopping.  Why do I want this locker opened so badly? if he tells you not open it, then don't open it you, i***t! Jace suddenly slammed my locker shut. "holy s**t!" I screamed in surprise. I looked at him in shock,  silently scolding my self for slightly opening that door.  He literally told you not to open it and look what you just did! You are an i***t! God- this is why you don't have any damn friends! Simone, this was your only chance on getting to know him and you finking ruined it!  He surprisingly had a calm expression which freaked me out the most.  "girl- what did I just tell you?" he asked me with that same piercing stare from my dream witch gave me shivers. "Simone" I said awkwardly.  "what," he asked raising one of his eyebrows "that's my name, Simone" "Well, Simone I hardly advise you not to open that locker of yours and we will all be wonderful" he flashed me a fake smile and carefully pushed me away with his right hand which reminded me of that weirdly realistic dream.  "What's in my locker?" I demanded, now getting irritated by the no answering back from prince charming him self. He turned his face towards me and gave me a glare. I scoffed and decided to look around. I thought that there would be at least a hundred people looking at us because a king is literally talking with a loner. But I was wrong, which made my heart drop.  Darn it! Class has already started! I was silently sitting on the floor while my head was pressing on the cold metal locker of mine. I looked to my right to see Jace sitting there. I sighed. I decided not to go to class. This guy wouldn't go away from my locker no matter what i tried to do. What the hell is even in there? A knife or something like that? Or even a gun. Tskt imagine.  I darted my eyes to the clothes that he wore today and sighed. A grey pullover with some flowy black pants and a long brown jacket that almost reached his knees. He got some style at least. No s**t Simone. That's another reason why he's so popular.   I looked away closing my eyes and took a deep breath. Hopefully, the teacher won't give me detention. Otherwise i'm officially dead. Oh my god, of course they're gonna give detention. What is up with me today? "You're sighing" his deep voice broke the silence in between us. "Huh?" I mumbled "I heard that when a woman sighs it's probably not a good sign" he looked at me with his calm face. A little smile playing on his lips. "I'm just worried that my parents will find out that I'm just sitting here with a guy that I don't know, missing the first period just because he wouldn't let me get my books" I finished looking to see for his reaction. He lightly smiled but didn't say anything. There was just silence between us again. I awkwardly fidgeted with my jumper and looked at the other side of the hallway. C'mon, you don't want to sit here in silence all day do you? You are literally missing the first period for nothing. Just stand up, look what's in your darn locker and leave.  "someone is trying to frame me and i know exactly who it is!" "What?" I lowly mumbled. What the hell was that about Simone? You are scaring your self for something that's not real. I slowly stood up and faced my locker. I breathed in and put in the code. "Hey, hey, Simone we can talk about this, can we? " he asked trying to softly pull my hands away from the lock. "What's there to talk about?" I asked innocently with raised eyebrows. His eyes looked up at me daring me to play that game. For someone that looks innocent and doesn't talk much, I'm really surprised of how he approached me today I sighed but didn't let go of that lock of mine. I looked at it, then back at him. "What's in there that I can't see?" I asked confused. And then it hit me like a flash. How the truck didn't I notice this before? "How? How did you get in my locker in the first place?" I narrowed my eyes at him. His eyes slightly widened. But just a tiny bit. He didn't say anything but just gave me a little smile. Why is he so calm and collected? I rolled my eyes and started putting in my code. That pretty face won't stop me from seeing what's inside mister! "Simone, " his voice was so soft that it made me freeze. Jesus what magic powers does he even have? "Are you sure you want to see what's inside? you can peacefully walk outside and wait for me to open your locker and get my-" he paused for a second before he continued "thing, or you see what's inside grab it and give it to me." "Why do I have to give it to you? Why can't you do it yourself?" I asked confused. He sighed and didn't answer. I'm Not even surprised. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. He was just like I imagined. Calm. Just calm. I always saw him walking around alone or with his friends. I thought I'd never see it up close. He was a little worked up when he slammed my locker but... I sighed. Do I open it and see what's inside? Or just walk away and forget that all of this ever happened? Open it  My eyes flew open and i followed my instincts and slowly put in my code. I heard Jace shift uncomfortably right next to me but thought nothing of it. "s**t!" I hissed and immediately closed the door shut. "Why is that thing in my darn locker, Jace?" I demanded. "I knew you would get scared" he sighed softly not answering me. His eyes darted to me. "I'm not scared. I'm just really confused!" I walked away to the other side of the hallway not wanting to be near a gun. You could see that stupid slight smile that always played around his lips. "i hid it in your locker cause i know you don't have anyone to tell , so i figured that you're the right person..?" he put his hands up showing me that he didn't want to fight about the subject. "You know I can call the police, right?" I said as a matter of fact and glared at him. "Yes, I know that. But I've been watching you long enough that I know you won't" he said with a playful look in his eyes. So hes been watching me, huh? "You brat! Does this look like a game to you? I don't want that thing of yours in my locker and you obviously know that! " he smiled at me and walked over to me. "Simone, it's not mine" he whispered. And leaned on a wall next to me. "Who's is it then? Some big mafia gang or some s**t?!" I hissed. "It's Elijah's " I looked at him in utter confusion. "Like I know who fricking Elijah is, Jace!" He looked at my locker then back at me. "He's my buddy." He grinned as he said that. I looked at him and closed my eyes in even more confusion. Okay, so it's his friend. And not some big mafia thing. But why would his friend have a dangerous weapon? And why was Jace carrying it? "Okay tell me again why you put it in my locker and not your own? First of all, why bring a fricking weapon to school in he first place anyway?" "They're picking us up from school and they want it." He said and before he could say anything else I cut him off. "Wait, wait, wait, wait! Who the hell is us?" I asked almost raising my voice.  If he's gonna say what I think he's gonna say than I'm literally gonna have a crisis- "You and I" "Ight imma head the eff out! It's been nice knowing you buddy and see you in yeah, never!" I was about to leave when he stopped me. "Simone" why the frick does that voice stop me all the time. Like it's not even that deep and not scary at all. You can hear that he's fricking innocent and kindhearted! I silently scolded my self and turned around with a fake innocent smile. "Yes?" I chirped. Ugh, the stress I have to go through. "It's too late now, you saw whats inside. Now you have to face the consequences " I groaned and walked towards my locker. "I mean it doesn't hurt to make new friends right?" i joked staring at the locker while standing in front of it. I'm  not dumb literally not gonna make friends with people that bring guns to school and hide in girls lockers "You're not becoming friends with them Simone" he sighed and came and stood next to me. Also, gazing at the locker. "Why not" I mumbled. "i- that's why?" For a second there i thought i saw a flash of sadness in his gray eyes. But i highly believe it was just my brain playing tricks on me "You guys fighting?" "You don't want to know" he all of a sudden turned slightly cold towards me. shit.. i think id better shut up for now, before i start making problems between us. Even if we just met i don't want him to hate my right of the bat.So I decide to stay silent. I opened the locker and reached for the gun. But s**t-- I don't want to touch it! What if the cops get a hold of this gun and do the stuff that they do and get my fingerprints! Do I really want this? Run! This is a stranger, Simone. And you know what they say about strangers. But he looks like a decent person though. Does a decent person usually carry a gun around? No. "I'm sorry" and with that, I broke into a run.  . . . . . . . . . . . .  I've been sitting behind the school's yard waiting for the next period to come. Its been at least 10 minutes since that weird encounter between Jace and I. I closed my eyes and took advantage of the little free time I have left. I caught some other kids bailing class too but I didn't give them any attention. Nor did they. So I got on my phone and scrolled through my i********:. There was nothing quite interesting except for some schoolmates that have followed me and memes that are somewhat funny. He talked about his friends picking him up. Which means that they are those older kids people keep talking about at school. I wonder what they are like. You can find out Ping  I looked down on my phone to see a text message from my mom. My eyes widened. They told her, didn't they? Birth giver: Kid, you better explain to me why the school called, telling me you aren't in class. I told them you're at home. You're in so much trouble young lady! Me: I'm sorry, I'll explain later! I'm walking to class right now its not like she grounded me right away...right?