Chapter 3

Here is another installment of the ongoing story-If Only You Knew

 

On the ride home she smiled to herself over the event that was soon to occur. She arrived home at 6:00p.m and hurriedly entered her home to sit by the phone and waited until one of her friends called and told her the 'frightful' tale (Ha ha ha ha ha!) about the slashing. It was perfect! But…. After a few hours she began to get worried because no one had called. Then, while losing all hope of her success, the telephone rang (Bring! Bring! Bring!).

Waves of anticipation took her over. She took a deep breath and made several tiny steps toward the phone, pacing herself incase she was again to be disappointed with the beginning of another pointless conversation; but this time she was lucky. Yolanda, her primary gossip source, had been the one to call and told her the story about the slashing of Tara. As Shana-ray listened to the 'dreadful' tale, she smiled to herself in triumph. She had won! Yes!

After she had finishing speaking to Yolanda and giving Yolanda her 'views' on the situation in their two hour conversation, she joyously fell into her bed. At least now she could sleep well tonight, or at least so she thought. All through the night she tossed and turned, as repercussions of how she thought the incident had gone, playing in her head. The next morning she woke up feeling weary from last night's horrid sleep. But, unable to realize that the reason she had the nightmares was guilt, she blamed it on eating too late in the night.

The morning was bright when she arrived at school in her glorious tune. An unusual smirk had come across your face and that caused everyone to be baffled by her merry tone, but they had all concluded that maybe she had not heard the news of the fright and so they told her the story, but still she smiled. Realizing people were looking at her weirdly and might soon begin to get suspicious, she played dumb and pretended she had not heard what they had said.

 
 

"What? What were you saying?" she asked in a bewildered tone.

 
 

They repeated the story of the slashing to her and this time she acted shocked and dismayed, as a ploy to fool the crowd. The more the conversations grew and the news spread like wildfire, the better her acting skills had become. Even though she was pleased at the assault, she continued to pretend to be distraught by Nareka's actions.

 
 

(A job well done!) She thought to herself, (Very well done).

 
 

The plan had worked perfectly; Tara was finally out of the way and as for Nareka, who cares, after all Shana-ray had not done anything, so there was no guilt on her head. And at last she could deliver the love letter; after all there was nothing to stop her, no one standing in her way. She made a sauntering strut towards her classroom to get the precious love letter so she could deliver it to Andrew. She was shocked to find Andrew had already moved on. The dark sight possessed her mind; there was no time to think, so she watched the demise of her love life. Frozen in the doorway, she watched Andrew as he stood in an intense lovelock, with not one but two female companions. As she watched the light fell on the faces of the females. She was burnt to know that the females were her best friends Jessica and Emily, making a fetish love sandwich with the man of her dreams. Her world splintered into a million pieces as her tears welled and swelled.

 
 

No!!!!!!!!!!!! How could they? They are supposed to be her best friends; or are they? Are they her friends at all? How long had they planned this…… this monstrosity? How long????!!!!!!!! She was so crushed. She swung around and ran away, sobbing bitterly as she ran. How she loathed them right now. Didn't they know they were destroying her life? No! Of course they knew, she spoke about him constantly, but they just didn't care. As she sobbed bitterly, she was again overtaken by the green monster of jealousy and hatred. She solemnly vowed they would pay for this.