Emily's POV

The moment I stepped into the classroom I noticed the change. Her absence was rather conspicuous. I knew immediately that it was not a dream. I really did kill her. It's been 3 days and the image of her dead, bloody body was still vivid in my mind. I sighed in exasperation and took the seat behind her chair. The sobbing could not cease. I looked to the direction of Sarah and she was well occupied polishing her nails. She showed no sign of remorse. I looked beside me. Mason was staring at me with wide eyes. Was I the only one who felt guilty? 

"Bonjour a tous" Mr. Clarke greeted the class. He has not been at school for 3 whole days after the incident. He scanned the classroom and his eyes fell at the empty chair infront of me. He raised an eyebrow at me. My guess is he was asking of her whereabouts. I slumped my shoulders ignorantly. Why did he choose to ask me anyway? Did I really look like a suspect? 

He began teaching while the class started chatting. Jake pulled up his chair closer to me. "Get a hold of yourself, Emily. You look suspicious" He snickered in my ear. "Don't talk to her like that!" Mason defended me. "It's been 3 days and she's still freaking out" Jake argued. I tried to remain silent through it all. "Hey, it's not only her. " I heard Dave whispered. 

Everyone turned to look at him. "I... I've had terrible nightmares of the night" He admitted. "You too huh?" I finally spoke up. They all nodded surprisingly. "We may be seeing her in our sleep, but it's better than seeing her in real life." Jake joked, but none of us got it. 

"Emily, answer this question" Mr. Clarke ordered. I quickly broke out of my reverie and head towards the board. I faced the board, analyzing the french question. "Sorry I'm late Monsieur Clarke." I heard a flirtatious greeting. I didn't bother to look around. "In french, Lilith" Mr. Clarke commanded and  I was stumped at the name he called the girl. Lilith didn't sound like that. 

"Mhmm. How do you say I'm sorry in french?" I heard her ask. I finally looked around and I was beyond shocked. Short skimpy skirt, tight blouse exposing cleavage and high stilettos filled my sight. That was definitely not Lilith. And as far as I knew, Lilith was dead.  "Desole" He told her. She smirked and brought her sex-appealing body closer to him. She reached her seductive lips closer to his ear and whispered. "Je suis desole" I could see that Mr. Clarke was embarrassed at his sudden boner. 

I wrote my answer on the board and awaited confirmation or correction. I looked at him. He was busy gawking at Lilith's seating position. Her legs highly crossed giving sight to her bum. Her body lounged over on the desk showcasing her stiff, breasts that were properly held up in place. Most of the boys were mesmerized by her. Sarah and Jake were sweating like a maniac and Mason kept his head turned away from her. Dave looked as if he was about to throw up at her being here. I felt just like him. 

I cleared my throat and finally got Mr. Clarke's attention. He looked at my answer and nodded. I walked down from the front of the class to take my seat. I got colder as I made steady strides towards her. My chair was to be behind hers but it was taken. She was sitting in my seat. I didn't hesitate to take the chair infront of her. I felt very awkward having her sit behind me. I could feel her deadly glares piercing at the back of my head. Also, she used the tip of her shoes to tap underneath my chair. It was annoying, but I said nothing. I wanted to avoid her. 

I looked to my side and Dave was really losing it. Lilith leaned over towards him. "You don't look so good Dave." She teased. Dave used his hand to cover his mouth. "You look like you've seen a ghost" She smirked and at that moment, he let it out. Vomit busted through his palm and spurted at the students ahead of him. The whole class erupted and they looked at him in disgust. Lilith laughed at his accident. 

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