Velvet Scar

Dames N games club

Zelda's POV

I had great fun tonight. The things Orion and I did flash in front of my eyes and my v****a took that as a message to get to work. I contemplated calling him, but the strange call from Jenny popped into my mind. I tried to call her again. I kept staring at the phone but couldn’t muster the courage to do so. When a message alert lights up my phone. 

It was from an unknown number. The initial train of thoughts I had got my heart racing, I thought that it was Jenny. But destiny seemed to play against me as it was a coupon from the supermarket. Suddenly, I felt tired and my shoulders slackened and I could feel the corner of my eyes prick with the unshed tears. The disappointment I felt at that moment was soul-crushing.

I felt like I did not have the right to be happy and moving on in my life as if nothing happened. It’s been months now and there is still no trace of Jenny. I was the worse friend ever. I took the phone in my hand and dialed the number Jenny contacted me with.  

“The number you are trying to reach is currently switched off. Please try again later,”  a female voice spoke. 

Needless to say that I did not have a good night of sleep. My mind kept taking me back to that hoarse voice I heard on that call. The cheery Jenny had a sweet voice, but it looked like she did not have water for a year.

‘s**t!’ I groaned as my alarm started ringing. I did not sleep a wink this entire night. I looked at myself in the mirror and I look like death. My eyes were swollen with all the crying. Dark circles surrounded them. I looked like a beat down panda. I was tired, but I cannot skip school today. I have to talk to Jenny’s friends again. I recall she once talked about the guy Evans in Orion’s group. I had a feeling that he would know about her whereabouts, or at least have useful information about her. 

I wore the most comfortable outfit I could find in my wardrobe. I went to school with a mission. I was determined to get beneficial details. My gut feeling is telling me that this guy knew about her. He has to! He is my last option. If he says that he knows nothing about her, then that would send me over the edge of hopelessness.

My restless mind thought that the bus is taking way too long to come, so she took matters into her hand. I started walking to school. Shortly afterward, I reached the school before the bus, all sweaty and panting. I walked about one mile.

I went to the office and asked for his schedule. They made a fuss about it so; I pretended to be his girlfriend that was planning a surprise for him. They reluctantly agreed. Even if I am deemed as a stalker, I wouldn’t mind. I plan on stalking him till I find him alone that’s when I will corner him into giving me the details. 

Okay! I probably won’t corner a 6ft+ man, but maybe I will request him politely.

Not unexpectedly, I did not attend any class today. It’s already lunchtime, and this guy is always surrounded either by his friends or by a flock of girls. Finally, I found him alone he was going to the washroom. I will corner him there. 

Before I reconsider my decision, I pushed the door and entered the boy’s washroom. Fortunately, no one was inside except Evans. So I blocked the door with a board, a bucket, and a mop. I waited, tapping my feet on the floor, restless. 

It felt like hours ticked by, but he was still doing his business. Thousands of questions ran through my head, but the most pricking one is; why do I feel like he will the answers to my queries? I saw him talk to her only once. Maybe I am too desperate and it is driving me insane. 

With a ‘ka-clic’ the door unlocked.

“Hello, Zelda! I was waiting for you to come out and seek me. I have been noticing you since the morning!” he said with a snicker.

“You will be the worst detective ever,” he said as he burst into laughter.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. As I stared at him dumbfounded, I thought I did a good job hiding.

“Okay! I have a class to attend. So I must leave you.”

“No!!”  I bellowed.

“You want information. Meet me here at 8 pm,” he said as he handed me a card. With that, he left me alone, reeling with my thoughts. The card said ‘Dames N Games club’.