Henry's eyes found mine again and I could see the deep-settled hatred.
Yeah, I know that you will do everything possible to destroy me, but that doesn't change the fact that I didn't do it.
He really thinks I would not only kill his sister but dismember her as well? Why the fuck would I do that?
However, I was also wondering about what Henrietta had written in her diary about me, and how the hell the content could let someone believe that I did something to her.
All we did was talk, we didn't even hook up or anything, nothing.
If she had committed suicide because she was disturbed by the fragments I had fished out of her past, I would have understood it. But she was clearly murdered.
Or was he giving me the fault for her being reckless, maybe meeting some creep on the internet or something because of me? No, he really stated that I killed her.
The teacher was still speechless and Henry walked back to his seat.
Danny elbowed me and shoved his phone at me.
The website written on the blackboard was opened, and I saw the first diary-entry. It described as meeting for the first time, as I remembered. Her sentences were short, and it didn't describe me or anything much. Dull, like she was at the beginning.
I gave him his phone back and Danny put it away. I saw a few more students on their phones before looking at me hesitantly.
"Howard, sunglasses down." The teacher bellowed at me, finally finding a way out of his speechlessness.
"I have injured my retina, I need them, I have a doctors notice." I said, only for more people to look at me.
There were most of the class at the party, a third had seen me fighting with Henry, and knew already, but I didn't want to show my injuries to the rest, and especially not to the teachers.
"Bring it in the break. We start our lesson." He stood in front of the blackboard and froze, not sure if he should erase the address written there.
He decided wrongly, and wrote around it, making the class awkward as hell, everyone feeling strange. The eyes on the back of my head didn't move away as well.
This....was really torturous.
When the lesson was over, I left the classroom, thinking that if Henry followed me, I could assure him that it hadn't been me. I walked to the back of the school, not turning around, but when I did, I was met with the guys.
"What is all this?" Jordan asked me, his phone in his hand. Omar came to my side and peeked into my collar to see how my injuries were.
"He thinks I killed her." I said, and reached for my cigarette.
"What?" Danny asked loudly, but we were alone so he could suit himself.
"Yeah, and you will soon be swayed."
"What are you talking about?" Jordan packed his phone away. Besides Omar, he was the most muscular of our group, Danny being the smallest and most annoying one.
"Yesterday I looked into your futures. You." I pointed at Danny.
"You wanted to take the matter in your own hands."
Then, I pointed at Jordan,
"And you, as well, you asked why a murderer and presumed rapist was running around."
Both looked at me as if I have lost it.
"Yeah, I can look into the future as well, this time I heard you talking. You won't believe me anyway, so what are you doing here babbling? Scram."
Jordan narrowed his eyes.
"For how long have we been friends?"
Omar sighed.
"What the hell, Kenny."
"I heard it, you fucks. If this diary starts to state bullshit about my relationship to Henrietta, will you then also ask me for how long we have been friends?" I noticed that I got agitated, unusual for me. Well, we guys were friends for a few years, and hung out often the last year, so maybe it wasn't that easy to not feel betrayed.
"You knew her?" Danny asked me.
I smirked,
"See? It started already. If you believe I could do something like this, then fuck off."
"Kenny, calm down." Jordan said.
"Tell us what's going on." Omar nodded at me, and stole a cigarette.
After calming down, I just told them.
"Yeah, I knew her, for a year. We met every time I skipped history." I was such a bad history student that I was thrown out of the class by the teacher. That and because I slept and ate during the lesson..... until the teacher couldn't take it anymore and got me expelled from his classes. I still had to partake in the tests, but he told me as long as I stayed away and didn't bomb the tests, he wouldn't call my father.
"We met like it is written in the diary, she asked me for my help." I concluded.
"Did something happen between you?" Jordan asked skeptically.
"No. I held her hand when reading her past, nothing more." Taking a deep drag I slid along the tree and sat in the grass.
"Kenny. Really?" Jordan asked again.
"Yeah, why would I lie when I already know you won't believe me?"
"Can you really see the future?" Danny asked.
"Yeah. I also saw her corpse when Henry choked me yesterday. When he saw her in the morgue and identified her. No kidding...it was horrible." I felt more restless the more I talked about it, regretting to having told them.
Omar crouched down.
"Why haven't you told us about the Future thing?"
I pressed my lips together and start into nothingness.
"Because I don't look into the future, never." It will have its reasons that when the coin turned black it took on an eerie touch, more than it had already. The future was prohibited. I knew best.
They looked at each other and I leaned back my head, propping my arms on my knees.
"It doesn't matter. When you come to hate me, just tell me, don't make any underhand shit and crowd on me. At least make it a one-on-one." I think I could win against each of them, but not when they came at me together.
"Can the future be changed?" Jordan asked.
I glimpsed at him before closing my eyes again.
"I don't know, I saw the future once when I was a child, and that future...well, was just like I had seen it."