Chapter 339
THERON
I quickly unlocked the phone.
The message was short and straight to the point.
'Check the attached footage from the hallway. Someone was near Willa's locker.'
I clicked on the file, tapping my fingers impatiently on my desk as I waited for it to download.
The moment it did, clicked on 'play'.
The first two minutes of the video, showed the part of the hallway where Willa's locker was. I recognized the locker by the Icestone sticker she had pasted on it.
Someone dressed in a hoodie approached Willa's locker. There was something furtive in the way the person moved that told you they were up to no good.
The figure, taking care to back the camera, seemed to be trying to get the locker open. After about a couple of minutes of this, the person left.
I watched the video again, froze the frame and zoomed in. I couldn't make out the person's features but the way the person walked was a dead giveaway.
I knew who the culprit was. It was someone from the student council.
I started to get up, prepared to find and confront this person when an image of Willa's angry face flashed before my eyes.
She hated scenes. She wouldn't want me to start one on her account.
I exhaled, forced my clenched fingers to open and texted her.
Found something, I typed. Can we talk?
The message did not get delivered. Then I remembered her threat about blocking me.
"Fuck!" I shouted and pounded on the table.
I sprang to my feet, furious and started to pace.
A soft tap sounded at the door. At the same time I picked up a scent.
Willa's.
I stood frozen, hardly believing it, convinced it was all in my imagination. But the scent was grew stronger.
My heart pounding with excitement, I ran to the door, jerked it open.
"Will-" I began.
But it was not Willa standing there. It was Sylvia, grinning up at me. She batted her lashes.
"Hello stranger," she said in a low, husky voice.
I felt a wave of crushing disappointment which quickly turned to anger.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I snarled.
Sylvia smiled. "Theron, that's no way to talk to a lady. I came to surprise you, but it looks like you were expecting someone else."
I grabbed the sleeve of her blouse, held it to my nose and sniffed. The scent, Willa's scent, was on her clothes.
"Hey!" she said, tugging at her sleeve. "What are you-
"Explain why you have Willa's scent all over you."
She pouted and shrugged. "Well... if you must know, I snuck into her room and took her perfume. I figured you would like me better if I smelled like her." She ran her hands down the right dress she wore. "So, did it work?"
I glared at Sylvia, wondering what on earth I had seen in her in the first place. She was nothing like Willa.
She tried to push past me to get in the room. I shoved her back, slammed the door in her face.
"And stay out!" I shouted.
Sylvia pounded on the door, first shouting then begging me to let her in. I flung myself down on my bed and waited for her to leave.
Finally she did. But the scent lingered.
It felt like Willa was right in the room with me. I sat. I paced. I lay down.
Nothing I did was able to distract me. Thoughts of Willa were in my brain like a virus.
I snatched up my keys and lexmft my room, determined to see Willa.
It was after I had been knocking on the door of Willa's room for a while that I remembered Sylvia saying she had snuck in. That meant Willa was not in her room.
She was probably with Lucian and based on the recent rumours I had heard, had gotten into the habit of spending the night at his place.
Working quickly, I picked the lock and slipped in. Warning bells sounded in my head.
I ignored them. What was wrong, after all, in wanting to be around the person you cared about?
I moved around the room slowly, touching everything, inhaling her scent which was much stronger here.
The door of her wardrobe stood half open. I ran to it, took out several shirts and pressed them to my face, inhaling deeply.
To me, Willa's scent was the most beautiful fragrance in the world. As I lay on her bed and imagined her lying there beside me, all the rage and frustration of the day bled out of me.
"Willa," I groaned and pressed my face into the pillows.
I got a whiff of her strawberry flavoured shampoo.
A long while later, I reluctantly put back her shirts back on the hanger. I hesitated, took one of them and stuffed it into my pocket.
After carefully relocking the door, I left.
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