Who would have thought we would meet again this soon... how the hell did he come to our class, wearing our school uniform?
I have never seen him at school before, and alone his statue and blue eyes would have gathered him enough attention for me to hear of him.
We turned in the corridor and I saw the dark figure sitting in the last row, arms crossed, fucking tall, blue eyes immediately finding mine behind my sunglasses.
I stopped for a moment before sitting in my seat in the middle of the class, beside Danny.
"Do you know why he is here?"
"To attend school?" I mumbled back, thinking of his promise yesterday. He was indeed true to it.
"You! What did he say yesterday?" Danny shuffled too close and I shoved him away.
"He said he mistook me for someone and apologized." I said.
"Bullshit." Danny scoffed and lay on the desk, sulking.
He would soon enough know why, I had already seen - heard - my friends turning their back on me, so whatever this guy would do, it would be effective.
Jordan came over and patted my back, asking how I was doing, while Omar gave me a pitying look. The teacher came, and I slid back in my seat, hoping he wouldn't ask me to take down my sunglasses. It hadn't been the first time I 'fought' or came with a black eye to school, but this time the scene was seen by a few people, and the culprit was also present.
I listened closely to the names of the attendance reading, and didn't hear the last name Devin. At the end, the teacher cleared his throat.
"It will be soon in the news. A recently graduated student of this school was murdered, please pray for her. Every student needing counseling, go please to the teacher's office."
There were murmurs in the class and I felt the gaze on me heating up.
"We have a new student, please introduce yourself." Hearing the teacher say that after announcing the murder, I reckon he had no idea that it was the victim's brother that he had called forward.
I heard a chair scratching and his steps coming to my side. Well, he wouldn't be able to do anything to me in a full classroom, but after seeing and feeling what he felt, it wasn't easy for me to stay calm.
When he stood before the class, I could only then see his face clearly. He was a beauty like his sister, and with his face not contorted ferociously, he looked like a different person. There was a mole under his eye, and on his lip, which I had never seen before. He was tall, muscular, but somehow seemed more slender than when he attacked yesterday.
A gorgeous man, slightly longer hair covering his neck, tall, his eyes were frozen over, not hollow like his sisters, but as empty as if nothing had ever been in them in the first place.
"My name is Henry Devin." He said and turned around, taking the chalk.
Henry and Henrietta...
He didn't write his name on the blackboard, but instead there was a web address. The teacher furrowed his brows and someone took a picture of it, as Henry continued.
"My twin sister's name was Henrietta Devin. She is the murder victim that the teacher talked about. On this website, I will publish her diary. One entry a day, and you will all learn the truth." His voice had a deep, melodic ring to it, and the way he talked seemed so much more sophisticated than yesterday. If his eyes weren't murdering me, I wouldn't recognize him.
The teacher blanched, and the classroom went deadly silent.
Omar stared at me, as well as the other guys, and a few girls. I noticed that it was more like shock and confusion, as well as pity. You would have to be dumb to not draw the connection of someone going berserk at one person after his sister died.
Now, my friends should think something like,
'He punched Kenny because he suspects him? How can that be?'
But with suspicions sown, with rumors flying, and with apparently discriminating against writings that will be published slowly, as to whet the appetite of the crowd, they will change and suspect me as well.
Now, at least I know why her twin brother thinks I murdered his sister.
It should be Henrietta herself that led him to do so.