Crazy Head Girl.
1621 Words
“Hmmm. Where is she? Is she sick or something?” Kevin muttered, scanning the crowded assembly hall for any sign of Feyi. He stood on tiptoes for a better view, tension creeping into his shoulders.
Suddenly, three of Feyi’s girlfriends marched up and stopped in front of him, arms folded.
“Well drained,” Kevin slangily whispered under his breath, a slight nervous edge in his voice.
“Hey, where is our friend?” one asked, resting a hand on her hip with practiced sass.
“Who?” Kevin cracked, voice a little too casual.
The three girls scoffed, advancing on him in unison. Kevin took a slow step back until his spine pressed to the wall behind him. He swallowed, glancing over his shoulder like the bricks might let him escape.
“We know how close you and Fei Fei are,” the second girl said, voice lower, menacing. “Don’t make us repeat the question.”
“Also, we called her phone this morning but it was switched off,” the third one added.
They planted their palms on the wall beside his head, boxing him in.
“Girls… I mean, ladies. We’re never that close,” Kevin stammered, trying for a grin.
The girls all gasped in unison. Kevin blinked.
“Huh? Did I say something wrong?”
“What the?!”
“What did she even see in you?”
“Oh! Fei Fei, where are thou? The relationship with this dumb guy is bizarre.”
They all withdrew, stepping back with disgust.
“If anything leads to you hurting our dear friend,” one said, her voice dropping cold and hard, “you will regret being born.”
She flicked her hair and turned away, strutting off with the other two. Nearby pupils giggled and whispered behind their hands.
“Silent!” the head girl’s sharp voice cracked through the noise from the stage. Instantly the entire hall fell into a hush as pupils scuttled to sit down.
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Kevin found his seat, tension still clinging to him. A male pupil dropped into the spot next to him, leaning over with an exaggerated grin.
“There’s supposed to be an announcement about the school excursion next week,” the head girl said crisply into the microphone. “But since Principal Kolade has been busy lately, the date will be announced later by him or the head boy.”
While she spoke, Kevin felt eyes on him.
“Nice to finally meet you, Junior,” the boy beside him said, all smiles.
Kevin rolled his eyes sideways. The voice was familiar—this was the same guy who’d made that joke about the head girl sounding like a chicken.
“I heard from numerous sources you beat your seniors behind the gym building yesterday.”
Kevin didn’t answer. He glanced across the hall where his twin sisters were sitting. Unsurprisingly, they were both turned in their seats, staring directly at him with open curiosity.
“And you are?” Kevin finally asked, voice flat.
The boy held out a hand cheerfully.
“Hi, my name’s Adeyemi from Senior Secondary Two.”
Kevin looked at the hand, then at his face, studying him for a moment before shaking it.
“Nice grip you got there.”
They broke the shake. Kevin refocused on the stage, tuning out the world.
Adeyemi sat back, but kept talking in a low voice.
“What do you think of the head girl?”
Kevin ignored him, eyes straight ahead.
Adeyemi smirked.
“Do you know anything about Vigours and Shadows?”
Kevin’s eyelids drooped just a hair, but he held his expression carefully blank.
“Ha. Seeing that reaction—and trying so hard not to react,” Adeyemi continued. “I think you might be one of them. Or a secret agent. So tell me, who are you really?”
“…Have a delightful class, everyone,” the head girl concluded. The pupils rose in a scraping chorus of chairs, shuffling out toward their classes.
Kevin stood up without a word.
“Ah! Nothing to say? Then it’s true,” Adeyemi teased, staying seated but grinning up at him.
Kevin sighed heavily.
“First the girls, now you,” he muttered. He looked down at Adeyemi. “The way you talk, I should be the one asking questions. Who are you?”
He didn’t wait for a response.
“And don’t get me wrong. I’m not any of them you’re talking about.”
He turned and walked out of the assembly hall.
Adeyemi watched him go, leaning back, arms folded, a smile on his face. He turned slightly, making eye contact with Gregor at the other end of the hall. Gregor held his gaze for a second. Adeyemi scoffed softly and finally left.
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During class, the teacher was already writing on the board when the back door creaked open. Heads turned. Feyi walked in, hair a bit mussed, dark circles under her eyes.
Everyone froze. Even the teacher paused, marker in hand.
“Feyi. You’re never late. What happened?”
She set her bag down slowly.
“I wasn’t feeling well this morning,” she said, voice carefully steady. “But don’t worry, Ma. I’m fine.”
The teacher’s expression softened immediately.
“Oh! I’m sorry. Sit down.”
“Okay, class, where were we…?”
Feyi sat, glancing sideways at Kevin near the back.
Her friends sniffed theatrically.
“Fei Fei?” one of them whimpered in sympathy.
Then, in perfect coordination, all three of them turned to glare murder at Kevin.
Kevin pretended to be fascinated by the chalkboard.
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During short break, in the female restroom, Feyi adjusted her tie and smoothed her skirt while staring at her reflection. Her fingers trembled on the sink. She sniffed and wiped her eyes carefully.
Suddenly a hand touched her shoulder.
She flinched and spun.
“Sorry. Did I scare you?”
“Head… Head girl? You—what are you doing here?” Her voice shook, eyes darting toward the exit.
“Yes, of course I want to see you,” the head girl said lightly, blocking the path with a single step.
“Oh?” Feyi blinked hard, confused. The Head Girl in the Senior Secondary One female restroom? It didn’t make sense.
She took a breath.
“Any reason, Senior?”
The head girl lifted two fingers, smiling serenely with eyes closed.
“Two reasons.”
She opened her eyes, gaze sharp.
“On the contrary—what’s wrong with your face? You’re not keeping up appearances as the assistant labor prefect.”
Feyi lowered her eyes, mouth tight.
“Is it about a boy?”
Feyi didn’t answer.
“Kevin, right?” she giggled, fingers tapping her own chin. “Your first love? First kiss? Hmm? Both?”
Feyi jerked her face away.
“Sorry, my friends are waiting. See you at the meeting this afternoon,” she said stiffly, pushing past the Head Girl to the door.
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In the male restroom, Kevin entered with slumped shoulders. He dropped his bag by the door and went to the sink.
“They say the only place you can be alone is in the restroom,” he muttered ironically, letting the water run over his hands.
Behind him, the stall door creaked.
He sighed before even turning.
The Japanese girl emerged slowly, hair draping like curtains around her downturned face, shoulders slumped as if bearing the weight of the world. She shuffled wordlessly to the exit.
Kevin rolled his eyes.
She paused.
“Very well,” she said flatly, and left.
Kevin blinked after her.
He turned slowly, eyeing the stall she’d exited.
He hesitated, then reached out with two fingers, opening it just enough to see the empty space.
“Nothing there… it’s nothing there…” he whispered, exhaling shakily.
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“Hi there!”
He nearly jumped, spinning around.
The Head Girl leaned lazily on the basin.
Kevin didn’t even flinch after the initial jolt.
“Huh? You aren’t even surprised to see me in the male restroom,” she teased.
Kevin started walking for the exit without looking at her.
“Trust me. I’ve seen enough,” he said flatly.
“Wait,” she called.
Kevin stopped but didn’t turn.
She lunged.
Kevin reacted instantly, grabbing her wrist in mid-air. Their eyes locked.
She blinked.
“It seems Gregor was right about you,” she said coolly.
“Gregor? Who is he?” Kevin asked, releasing her wrist.
She rubbed it lightly, smiling with her teeth.
“You’re in this school and don’t know the name of your Head Boy? Really? Are you just kidding or is something wrong with your head?”
She cracked her fingers.
They turned black.
Her nails lengthened into claws.
Her skin rippled, turning black and inhuman, the air humming with static. The lights overhead shattered in a chain reaction, plunging the restroom into flickering gloom.
Her eyes turned fully black, pupils expanding until they devoured the whites.
“Let’s see here,” she hissed, voice thick and rasping. “If you’re one of them, or just some kid with martial arts.”
Kevin’s smirk was sharp and humorless.
“Chinue was right,” he muttered to himself. “Things are getting serious.”
He looked straight into her monstrous eyes.
“Hey, aren’t you afraid of me reporting this to everyone?”
She laughed once, harsh and hollow.
“Ha. I have the ability to erase your memory.”
The door slammed behind him with a loud c***k and a hiss of electricity.
She looked at him, head tilting in unnatural angles.
“Shall we begin.”
- Writer
