Math class. Possibly the worst subject ever created in the history of time, However I was not interested in the origins of algebra as my mind was drifting off to what I would do when I got home. Would I call it a home? It’s more like a tiny shitty little apartment which I can only afford because of the money my parents left behind for me.

So far, I had found out nothing about my parent’s death and it has been just over 2 months already. I sigh hopelessly and put my head in my hands. I’m getting nowhere with this but I need to know just what happened to them. I forbid myself to believe that they killed themselves but what other reason is there? There were no stab wounds on the bodies and it didn’t look like they had been beaten up so there are two possible causes of death. Either they were poisoned or they were suffocated or drowned. But there is no evidence for either of these theories so I’m pretty much stuck here until I find some evidence.

I rub my eyes rigorously before lifting my head from my hands only to find there was a stranger standing in the doorway.

“Ah. You must be the new student?” the teacher asks him. I take this moment to properly check him out. He had black hair which was messily pushed up into a quiff at the top of his head and he was wearing a large black leather jacket with brown chinos. His face seemed to hold no emotions almost as if he were purposely trying to push them away.

“Yeah.” He mumbles in a thick accent and if I’m not mistaken, he sounds rather bored. Something about him gives off this rather dark aura. He seems like one of those high school jerks. Great. As if we didn’t have enough of those around.

“Great! Just take a seat anywhere.” The teacher says motioning around the room before carrying on with the rest of the class. I look around and only notice one empty seat. Right next to me. Fucking great.

New guy’s eyes snap from the teacher to look around the room and his eyes briefly meet mine before he spots the only empty seat in the room. He sighs before walking over to the very back of the room where I was seated. However he doesn’t walk over to the spare seat next to me, he walks straight in my direction. I frown as I sit up straighter as he walks towards me. He keeps his eyes on the floor as he walks before stopping at my desk.

“Move over.” He says simple nodding his head in the direction of the spare seat. I blink a few times at him to see if he had actually just said that or if I was just imagining it. The look on his face shows me that he did in fact say it.

“Excuse me?” I ask him incredulously.

“You heard me.” He says rudely before dumping his stuff on my desk. My mouth is wide open at this point as I stare at this dick. I guess I was right, he is just another high school jerk.

“Well? Hurry up I don’t have all day!” he says in irritation and I have to resist the urge to get up and slap him straight across the face. Who the fuck does he think he is?! I take a deep breath. I don’t have time for this shit.

“Listen dickhead. I’m not going anywhere and I’m definitely not letting you take my seat. So kindly fuck off.” I say smiling sweetly at him just to piss him off even more. His eyes widen before he purses his lips at me.

“I’m only gonna say this again. Move. Over.” He growls.

“And I’m only going to say this again. Fuck. Off.” I say in the same tone. He raises his eyebrows at me before shrugging.

“You’re gonna regret this later.” He says quietly but threateningly before taking his stuff and walking over to the desk beside me. I let go of a breath that apparently I was holding. What an arse!

For the remainder of the lesson, I completely ignore him as I have more important things to worry about and the last thing I need is a jerk like him to annoy me.

When the bell finally rings I quickly jump up from my seat and dash out in attempt to get to my apartment quicker so I can carry on with my research. I walk out of the classroom and the main building before making a left in the direction of my apartment.

As soon as I reach my apartment, I quickly open the front door and walk straight into my room to my laptop. I need to find more stuff about my parents.

However, I cannot seem to get that new guy’s words out of my head.

“You’re gonna regret this later.”

Was that just an empty threat? Of course it was he’s just being an arse.

I sig before searching up more articles on the death of my parents trying to find out as much info as I possibly could. There are still so many gaps in their death and the police aren’t doing shit.

As I scroll down, an article catches my eye.

Teenage girl mysteriously found dead outside her home.

I am instantly intrigued by this article so I click on it. The article is only a day old so the news is recent.

As I read through it, I notice one main thing.

Her death was exactly the same as my parent’s death.

Bodies were found in the home with no marks or wounds. Killer was unknown. And most importantly,

They all think it was suicide.

Notes

Boring chappie i know! But the story's only just started!

ASDFGHJKL i have sooo many ideas for this story it's unreal!

Anyway....

Thoughts? I want to hear from ya!

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Marie xxx