Chapter 060
HANNAH
Beside me, Willa scribbled down the names and structures of the compounds on the board into her chemistry notebook while the teacher droned on about the exercise he wanted us to do today. My mind was not on the lecture. It was on Julia who I noticed kept giving me occasional dirty looks.
Damn I was mad! I was mad that today things were more or less going on normally even though there was a murderer sitting just a few paces from me. Where was the fairness? Where the hell was the justice when my father could be sent out of the pack under suspicion of wanting to kill the Alpha while a full-fledged murderer walked free?
I guess the rule did not apply to people like Julia. Her father was the beta after all, wasn't he? People like her would be protected by the very law that condemned people like me. She had tried to kill me but who would believe me? And even if they did, they would immediately assume it was out of self defense. After all, how could the perfect daughter of the beta have any flaws?
"Hey, you okay?" Willa asked, nudging me.
"Yeah."
For her benefit, I stared at my professor for a few short moments but for the life of me, I couldn't keep my eyes from straying to Julia. She was gossipping with her clique of airheaded girl friends. She kept running her her fingers through her long, blonde hair. She absently weighed the tressess in one palm, tossed some over her shoulder, fiddled with the hair tie, patted it down again. The sight of that full mane of hair- one thing she was vain about- gave me the faint stirrings of an idea. An idea that would set me on the road to getting even.
"Oh and don't forget cheerleading practice is today," I heard her say. "Samantha, you totally have to get yourself a new outfit. Your old one's trashed. The whole school will be looking at us on game night, you know. You all have to be perfect, like I am..."
Julia kept saying other things that I didn't bother listening to. If they had cheerleading practice, it would be before lunch. That meant what I had to do had to be done now.
Making sure no one was watching me, I nicked a bottle of sodium hydroxide and hydrogen peroxide sitting there, ready to be used for the chemistry practicals. I stuffed them deep into the pockets of my jeans, and pulled my sweater over the bulge they made in my trousers.
The teacher stopped talking when I raised my hand.
"Yes, Ms Baker?" he said, adjusting the glasses on his nose and peering at me.
"I need to use the restroom," I said.
He nodded, and gestured to the door. As I left the lab, Julia and her cronies sniggered. I smiled because they would soon be laughing on the other side of their face, Julia in particular.
The cheerleader's dressing room was not difficult to access as all students were in class. Teachers too. I shut myself in, and soon found Julia's candy pink bag. I had to go through quite a collection of make-up, face creams, hand creams and a lot of bottles and tubes I didn't know half the use of before I found what I was looking for. Her bottle of shampoo.
The girl was a working, breathing cosmetic factory. She paid excessive care to her looks which was why this was going to hit her where it hurt the most.
Mixing the sodium hydroxide and hydrogen peroxide with her shampoo was the work of less than a minute. I shook it thoroughly, placed everything back as I had found it, went back to my class and took my seat.
All I had to do then was wait.
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The bell signalling the end of classes for Willa and I had rung. Willa and I walked out of the classroom together, hand in hand. People didn't seem to be staring at me quite as much as they had in the morning. In fact everyone seemed to be congregating towards the direction of the cheerleader's dressing room. I felt a surge of excitement.
That could only mean one thing.
It was finally happening!
"Looks like something is going on over there," Willa said to me.
Hardly were the words out of her mouth when there were several long, drawn out screams, a yell and loud, thumping sounds. Several girls shouted one thing, then another.
Willa and I broke into a run. It was only by shoving our way through the small crowd of students in the cheerleader's dressing room that we could get a good look at what was happening.
On the floor, screaming and crying, sat Julia.
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