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{ T H R E E } : S W E E T L I E S.

Adults lie too.

Jazz knew that alright but she couldn't understand why Head Mistress May Anderson would choose to lie to high schoolers that everything was under control when they had their lives endangered because of a color.

A color that was effortlessly the larger part of their compulsory uniform.

Jazz's head was banging, maybe caffeine wasn't good for her jetlagged self after all.

"The incident that took place has greatly affected us all because Aubrey Simon wasn't just a head prefect. She was Bubble Academy's golden girl but nevertheless we will not be fazed as lectures will continue effect immediately come Monday when this hiatus would come to an official end. Students are too resume eating breakfast, lunch and dinner at the refectory and on no account should any student be found loitering around after prep hours as this act would attract weeks of severe detention."

"Guess Aubrey is serving detention in ICU." Someone muttered seats away from where Jazz and Grey were seated side by side and some girls giggled indiscreetly.

"Decorum!" Head Mistress May Anderson called out. "Uncultured behaviors would not be tolerated this semester and in the meantime while we await investigation reports on the actual cause of the accident, our acting female head prefect would be in the person of Livia Solace!"

A sickening round of applause that made Jazz's stomach churn erupted and she thought she'd puked on Grey's blazer.

"With the generous assistance from the male head prefect, Allen Pierce."

Wonderful. Aubrey's rival being paired with Aubrey's boyfriend while she's in ICU and then they'd fall in love, get married and have kids by the time Aubrey's out of coma- if she ever makes it out.

Jazz sighed and wiggled in her seat, her thought were rattling.

She felt uncomfortable the more she thought about her last real conversation with Aubrey in the refectory that night, hopefully it wouldn't be the forever last. Could she be selfish enough to ask the universe for one more chance to maybe tell Aubrey how she always wants to pull out her blond curls till she gets a sore bald spot but then she'd put on red lipgloss and kiss the spot-

"Are you okay? You seem tense." Grey squeezed her hand.

Her fingers tingled and she retracted them immediately her senses came back.

"Just stressed." Her voice came out choked.

"Enjoy the rest of your Friday, my dearest Bubbles." Head Mistress May Anderson said and bounded off the auditorium stage.

Her sun bleached blond hair that was trapped in a sleek ponytail dangled behind her as she walked past the middle row where Grey and geeky Jazz sat. She didn't look any bit of her forty three years in her white dress slacks and purple blouse. She fancied dressing in alignment with our uniform which was unconventional and... Nice?

The students began to file out clique by clique.

"Something is bugging you Jazz, I know your cousin is in an ICU but still, I'm your friend and I am every bit interested... "

"Still jetlagged." Jazz responded, reaching up and loosening her tie.

The pair strolled through the hallway among a rowdy throng of students trying to return to their daily dilly dally.

Grey sighed and massaged the skin between his eyes. Placing his hands on Jazz's sagging shoulders, he peered into her soul.

"Stoping lying to me."

Somehow the words hit her different and she almost wanted to burst into tears.

She mustered up a strange courage to take his hand and then she pulled him across the hallway in a direction she never saw herself going towards till she graduated.

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"Damn! This is a lot, is this like Aubrey's dirt journal or something?" Grey whispered as he sat across from Jazz.

After going to retrieve Aubrey's white journal from the room she had all to herself due to prefect privileges, the pair sat in the common room. Jazz reclined on a black armchair by the window, there was a black coffee table between them that held her laptop and Aubrey's journal while Grey sat across from her on a similar armchair.

"Where do we start from?"

"Aubrey believed that this thief goes after anyone who has purple items." Jazz stared down at the loads of sticky notes, connecting threads and Aubrey's attractive calligraphy. "Last semester when the trap door dropped, Allen's missing necklace, that one time Chloe passed out backstage and her fancy purple earrings from Italy went missing... The only connection all the victims had was that they lost something that was purple."

"Again, this is a lot."

"Aubrey wanted me to join her investigation three days before the incident but I wasn't having it, well I don't do well when I'm sleep deprived you know. Anyways Aubrey got this purple and silver charm bracelet and I think that's why the psycho came after her, plus when she was found, the bracelet was missing from her hand. Shit's real Grey!"

"Well the refectory has been untaped and I heard the vending machine is being moved to the old shed."

"That would be a great place to start but first I think we need to have a chat with Aubrey's best friends..." Jazz said and as if in a dress rehearsal, the Black Twins strolled into the common room on their matching platform loafers.

"Bonnie! Chloe!" Grey waved them over.

"Hey Anderson," They both greeted simultaneously, "Journalist girl." They addressed Jazz.

At least they noticed her today.

Bonnie Black and Chloe Black had matching Auburn curls and sparkly green eyes. On their bodies the seemingly boring plaid skirt and purple blazer looked like high fashion meant for the Vogue fall runways and not the Bubble Academy hallways. With their long legs clad in white thigh highs and feet shod in Mary Janes, these girls were owning it.

While Bonnie was the half wit twin that always wore glitter eyeshadow, Chloe was the wiser twin that was obsessed with sci-fi and Usher Raymond Fur. To think these girls are part of the highs in Bubble Academy was sick. The model trio liked to call themselves the ABC of Bubble Academy, they were a huge menace well that's until what happened to their leader.

"We don't think what happened to Aubrey was just an accident and we were wondering if you guys could name a few people who would want to harm Aubrey." Grey did the talking.

Jazz took it as a good sign that not everyone believed Aubrey got what she deserved. Even if she did whoever was responsible had gone overboard.

A maniac was on the loose in these hallways.

Bonnie laughed.

"Last I checked, that's like the entire school." Chloe answered. "But I could name a few that we've helped her trash, there's Livia Solace, Vanessa, Whitney-"

"Sounds like losers." Bonnie echoed.

"Pickle-"

"Another loser."

"Back to Livia Sol-"

They heard a wild scream echo from the hallway so much that it reverberated through the room overtaking everyone's attention.

It was coming from the girl's dormitory.

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A/N: please consider a vote if you liked this chapter, not me saying it gets better in the last author's note like I actually know what I'm doing on this story, lmao it's three chapters in and I have no outline, just writing as it comes. I hope I see you in chapter four. Love you. xoxo.