Steps were taken in hurry, jogging, running until sliding on the smooth floor to open the Teachers cabin in whoosh..
"Sorry!" The door opened and closed loudly in pendulum. Sweety looked around the cabin to apologize everyone when she saw it was only Mr. Wilson seated in a cubicle.
"You are not sorry for it. So don't say that." He went on signing the assignments submitted by students. Gosh, with the way he was taking upon his role as a serious teacher his friends from clubs will laugh and never believe him to do such a thing.
"No. I am really sorry for it but I have a reason for behaving this way." Waiting for him to tell her to sit, she waited a bit more. But he did not even bother to look up, continuously pounding in the notes.
"Yesterday night..." Yes! That brought some reaction as Mr. Wilson paused in the middle of signing his remark for the student. He was lost in a second that he forgot what he was supposed to write.
Clearing his throat he added, "Yesterday night? What?"
"What? Is that all you have to say? I am not dumb, neither I was dreaming last night; these say that!" Sweety showed her bruises on cheek and elbow. Then pointed to him. "Is your back fine now?"
How did she know he was hurt in the back? Compared to other days, Rob made sure to dress properly today in order to hide unwanted suspects his way.
"You fell from stairs and got those bruises." He declared not answering her question. "Now please leave, I have work to do."
She did not do as he said. But he was not paying attention to her no matter how persistent she was in finding out the truth.
"Fine. I'll find out my way." She turned from him walking to the door. He muttered a sigh before pulling her other hand that let go of the door handle. Keeping her inside, he locked the cabin.
"Why do you have to make things difficult? Currently, no one knows what happened here yesterday. So better keep it that way!"
"Where is Miss Julia Sanders?" She asked the only question she could not find since morning. Previously, she was called in reception to ask what caused her bruises and who brought her to Sick bay. If only she knew the answer, she was herself confused.
"She is in prison, right? For attempting to harm you-"
"Sweety, you helped me last night. Thank you for that but if you want to see me unharmed, then shut your mouth or there will be unnecessary trouble." He saw his words not making the desired effect as she frowned suspiciously at him.
"Do you want your parents involved? Your father is in the town, isn't he?" That helped, her father's mention helped understand the intensity of the case.
Sweety appeared frightened now. Rob calmed himself and brought the girl by her shoulders. "Sit." He said before taking the next chair close to her. "No one knows perfectly what happened. I was as weak as you," he opened up in low tone. "Let's wait and see what the school says after the investigation."
"Investigation? Police?" She couldn't believe her ears.
"Yes. It is bound to happen. I shouldn't be sharing this with you..."
Sweety made the pleasing look to him which almost got him to smile and kiss her cheeks. "Please, tell me. I need to know since I could be involved."
"Julia Sanders is no more. She died on spot after falling from the tower." He voiced out.
Sweety gasped loud, covering her mouth with her hands. He let her take in the info, not everyone knows of this except for the Dean and security guards and there might be some teachers who were aware. But he knew it because he was there to see that happen.
"According to school, even I was not supposed to know of this." Sweety stared at him with her big round eyes. "If you keep this between us, we'll be safe."
As she said previously, she was not dumb. She knew something was not right since she woke up in the Sick bay early morning.
"That.. you brought me to the hostel?" She looked up to him for answer, he nodded.
They stayed in the other's company for a while before she left for classes. Gazing at her shoes walking, she remembered Mr. Wilson's words before leaving,
'Avoid discussing this as much as you can. I promise to not put you in trouble, you saved my life yesterday.'
'But her family-?' She inquired
'She was a paid killer here to kill me.' Sweety only stared him say that so casually. 'She was not even a teacher to begin with. Don't worry with that. Just remember what I told you. Stay out of trouble.'
Entering the class, Sweety saw her classmates dispersing with their bags. She checked her watch. It was time for Economics and she was on time as well.
"Meer! Hey!"
"Hi there. Oh my, you don't look so good. Are you alright?" Meer had this cool dude attitude which he boasted everywhere but Sweety caught onto his act which he did for blending into the crowd.
"So, Mr. Dubai where are all going?" He eyed at her mischievously when she said that. He used to live in Dubai and for some problems in family he came back to his hometown.
"Well, Miss Mumbai we have an event to attend." Sweety pursed her lips, they played at one other like that until going together to the hall.
'No one is a Psycho
Psycho means Soul'
It was the welcoming phrase which brought a smile on Sweety's face.
"I didn't know Mr. Wilson was making an event?" Meer asked, replicating her thoughts.
She herself didn't know why he did not say that to her. It was only five minutes before, she was there with him.
After taking their seats, it was the time that was supposed to answer that. Sweety was sitting on the rear with Meer when she felt a group of skirts pausing to the row she was seated in.
"I guess someone was going to explain something." Jasmine's voice caused her to glance up from her seat
"Yeah, as to how did she end up being in Sick bay overnight."
"But they also seem to never learn. That in order to get trust, you have to grant them." With that Jasmine and her friends took the adjacent row from Sweety's.
She stared at them in plea but Jasmine rolled her eyes and looked to the stage.
"Hulo, Hola, Helloo..! Morning, Bonjour and snacks!" The audience cheered at the clown looking man in white hair and beard, oversized but cute stomach, hopping in excitement that was so lightening, claps roared.
"To my all lovely bees, this clown here is named Frank the Wilson!" Sweety was smiling until she heard the name.
Did he mean Frank De Wilson?
Looking around, including to Meer, no one seemed to object to the blaspheming coincidence. Or was it a coincidence?