After Victoria had sluggishly aboarding the metro system, of which drained her of more, precious energy, of which she didn’t have, though due to her phone having been recharged overnight, she was able to pass through the day, without much trouble, as of yet, however, it would soon change, especially in her first class of the ‘Poop Day’. It was Computer Science class, again, and certain people already had knowledge of who Victoria was, from yesterday’s fiascos, and who she was related to, whether in a platonic or romantic relationship, or even perhaps, familial, as well, if James had begun to snitch. A majority of those people also happened to be enemies of Victoria, now, even if their reasoning was flimsy, though, reasoning didn’t come to the minds of many of her classmates.

The second one that came to Victoria’s brain was James, though he had already possessed intimate knowledge of who she was, due to their ancient rivalry, stemming from their built history. The third, however, was more surprising, and whether it was because her friendship with Raina, or their affair with Lucas, kept hidden from her, Malaya was certainly a behemoth of a foe, due to her size, and yet more surprisingly, her intellect, as well, judging from her well planned and systematic way of talking, though it did possess a slight accent to it. The first adversary Victoria had been thinking about, however, was nowhere to be seen, as it seemed the injuries dealt to Lucas, by Ariannah, were rather fatal, or at the very least, impactful, to some degree.

Computer Science seemed less interesting than Victoria had first expected, to the point of being considered lame, for Mr. Justin seemed more interested in teaching them how to use the mouse, instead of something more, in her opinion, computer science, like something about binary, or snippets of code, or even how the hardware of an advanced technology, like the computer, worked. Despite Amalya nearby, she couldn’t quite start a conversation with her, as she seemed more enthusiastic about speaking with James, particularly about the origami boats that James and her other partner, of which was illicit, but if they both knew, they’d likely be fine with such an arrangement, as well as the third wheel, at least in Victoria’s eyes. Eventually, however, Amalya looked towards her, possibly hoping to initiate a conversation with her, but Victoria didn’t quite know what topic they were going to be talking about, possibly for the entire period, as Mr. Justin had to take a ‘quick’ bathroom break, of which it had, by this point, already lasted ten minutes. With this opportunity, the obvious site for the spark of a new discussion between her and Amalya set ablaze.

“So, uh-”

“Yeah, I think I know what you are going to ask me about,” interrupted Amalya. “You are going to ask me about what I thought about, y’know, yesterday.” Are you reading my mind or what?

“Oh, yes, that,” bluntly stated Victoria. “The main thing I am wondering is; is Lucas or Ariannah alive? Are they both dead? Did only one survive the petulant attitudes of yesterday?”

“Wow, that’s a lot of big words, and whatnot, but I think that’s what most people there are thinking about, too. That fight was hard boiled, no doubt about that, though Lucas was a bit runny . . .”

“Are you seriously making egg puns, right now?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s how I am! I love eggs, even if this situation was a bit of a scramble . . . for life and death, though I don’t think it would’ve escalated to that point if you didn’t ask us about whether we liked strawberries, or not.”

“That was Raina!”

“Oh, right. Well, either way, the fight wouldn’t have come to such an extreme point if the bystanders stayed bystanding.”

“Well, Ariannah was a bit bloodthirsty, earlier yesterday, and I think it’d be wise to ask some of her ‘friends’ about her current situation, right now.”

“Sorry, but I cannot participate, as I am in my own, deviled conversation with James, for he has not procured his paper boats that he was supposedly supposed to make.”

“About that . . .”

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“What are you guys talking about?” questioned James, almost as though he still needed to protect his secret, which likely hasn’t come out yet, nor the secrets of his unfaithful partners, though he wasn’t much of a golden standard, either.

“Oh, nothing,” coldly responded Victoria, as even though she couldn’t quite remember what happened to her brother, she could easily implicate James as a perpetrator, if need be, for her own purposes.

“Why such an attitude? I thought we had already sorted this out with the counselor of our last school.”

“Cause I finally remembered something that we didn’t talk about, and, no, it wasn’t anything light. It’s pretty heavy, actually, and it was done, almost exclusively, by you. I could also tell Amalya something she doesn’t know already, but I suppose Amalya wants to keep her secret, hidden, too.”

“Uh, I don’t know what you are talking about, Victoria. Maybe we should just stop?” nervously suggested Jame, which also made Amalya raise her eyebrow, either in suspicion or confusion.

“Well, I certainly don’t remember what you did.”

“Phew, I guess then-”

“But I can certainly still connect the dots, and I believe you are certainly hiding something from me that I should know!”

“Well, it’s not like I am supposed to be the one to keep a track of your memories! That is, very much, something that you are supposed to do, not me, since, well, you are you, and I am not you!” pointed out James, though it seemed redundant, at this point in time, as he already had knowledge of Victoria’s strange amnesic altercations with her memories, ever since last year.

“Well, since you seem to be rather well informed about our history, so why don’t you tell me, since I would be the only person who’d understand your story, or are you scared of revealing certain details of what happened in front of your ‘partner’?”

“Uh, no? I’ve already told her everything! Right, Amalya?”

“Yes,” responds Amalya, in a monotone tone of voice, as though she was in a trance from listening to gauge which side to choose, though, ultimately, she chose her partner over the friend she had made, only two days ago, a far shorter amount of time, that when compared to her time with James, though she didn’t seem to know him that way, considering her composure during the conversation slowly dwindled, as time passed.

“You see, she already knows the full story! If you are going to make up blackmail, at least make it certain that the person you are blackmailing even cares! And, for the record, I don’t.”

“Oh, yeah? I could say something about you and Sebastian.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” delayed James, for he knew what he was attempting to postpone with such a statement, for he knew the consequences of Amalya learning the truth, though, he, too, didn’t have the full truth, not with Amalya, at the very least.

“I guess if you don’t admit to any wrongdoings, then I guess you haven’t done any,” said Victoria, though it seemed James was already losing interest in such an exposing discussion, in front of his girlfriend, of which could soon be an untrue statement. But just as the conversation cooled down, and they began to focus on working, rather than revealing each other’s secrets, in front of someone who they both had forged a relationship with, someone walked behind Victoria, and simply stood there, menacingly.

Despite having been standing for a few minutes, Victoria hadn’t quite felt her presence, though soon, she could feel eyes were watching her, dashing towards hers, from the behind. When she turned around, the person was immediately recognizable; the childlike face and clashing cap. Long, coarse hair flowed from her scalp, as though she had spent the night wetting, then drying her hair, violently sucking any moisture out of her, and her face cracked unevenly, in faint, yet vivid, light tones. Victoria has nearly forgotten about her, and that she also happened to be within this class, but Audrey Renap, the person she had argued with over trivial matters, when compared to those of yesterday, had reappeared, and seemed to possess an itch for matters that did not pertain to her.

“What’s up, chump?”

“Woah, you learned new vocabulary since last time! I didn’t know you were capable of such a task,” said Victoria, with a passive aggressive tone, though despite the seeming lack of intelligence coming from Audrey the last they met, it certainly didn’t fly by her head, with her teeth baring, golden with forsaken plaque. Though she wasn’t much intimidating, Victoria knew, that with recharged batteries, it seemed as though it was overdue for another duel, and this time, she wasn’t sure who the victor would be, or if it would stay cordial.