Chapter 5 I know who killed her

After finishing the last class of the day, the bell rings and all the students go home, leaving me alone in the hall of the institute, again.

Never in my life have I been sent to the detention room and now because of Cara, I am going to have to explain to my mother for being home late.

When I find the classroom, I enter and see that the teacher has not yet arrived, indeed, there is no student other than me.

But that changes when the door opens and a boy I have never seen in my life appears. I suppose he must have entered the institute again.

It is very high. His black short-sleeved T-shirt exposes his tattoos and his muscular arms, taking my breath away. He has very dark hair combed to the side and a penetrating gaze. That look ... I know I've seen it before somewhere, but I don't know where.

And then she this she perches on me, making me feel tiny. I swallow hard.

He goes to the last row and sits on the chair, leaning it against the wall and throwing his head behind him, revealing the tattoos peeking out of his neck.

Then a flashback comes to me at breakneck speed and everything clicks. I feel like my breath fails me ... It's not possible.

I look at his face again, as he seems to be sleeping.

Yes, it is him. He couldn't be someone else.

"Your" I get up from the chair and go to him. "Son of a bitch"

He opens his eyes and looks at me like he's not believing I'm talking to him. He gets up and I see that he takes two heads off me His jaw is clenched, as are his fists. All my limbs are shaking, I can't believe he's doing this.

"You killed my best friend" I say firmly.

"I do not know what are you talking about" His voice is deep and hoarse and it gives me chills.

"Yes, you do" I say with the highest tone "Three months ago, in a car accident, do you remember?" I ask with bitterness in my voice. He lets out a laugh.

"You're crazy"

I feel my blood boil and a feeling of anger takes over me, making my eyes start to water. How the hell dare you call me crazy? Not even if he wants he has the balls to admit what he did.

I walk up to him and raise my head proudly, fixing my gaze on his with anger.

"I'm going to make sure you pay for what you've done, do you hear me? We both know very well what I'm talking about and when you end up behind bars I'll be the one laughing" I snapped, firm.

He takes a step back but doesn't seem to mind my words. A tear of helplessness or perhaps adrenaline falls down my cheek as I stare at him.

"You don't know who you've messed" he says before grabbing both my wrists and cornering me against the wall. I breathe with my mouth wide open, because of the fear it causes me. He's staring into my teary eyes. I try to let go and I squirm, but he forces his grip on my hands, making my wrists ache. "I shouldn't have saved your life by getting you out of that car"

That stabs me like a sharp dagger when it comes out of his mouth. His black eyes are indecipherable. I sense too much darkness in his.

"You do not scare me"

"It's not what it seems"

At that, you hear the door open and he quickly lets go of me to turn around. He is the teacher.

"Sorry for the delay" then he looks away from him us. "Is everything okay?" he asks as he fixes his gaze on me.

"Perfectly" answers the boy while he looks at me threateningly and returns to his seat.

"Do not" I answered wiping my tears "I need to talk to my mother. Can I leave?"

The teacher, seeing me so distressed, nods his head and lets me out of class. I bless the gods that my house is near the institute and I arrive in ten minutes almost running.

"Mother!" I cry altered as soon as I enter. "Mom! Where are you?"

I hear rapid footsteps coming down the stairs and see Jim appear.

"What happens?" he asks concerned "Are you okay?"

"Where's mom?" I ask looking for her with her gaze. I have to tell her. I have to tell you that I already know who caused all this.

"She is working, why? did something happen?"

"I've seen the man who killed Ali"

(...)

AZAEL

I hit the punching bag one more time with my accumulated rage as I finish telling Scott what happened to me this morning with the girl from the accident.

"Man, you can't let me report you" Scott mutters as he removes the bandages from his wrists "As soon as you are discovered again, you're going to go to jail, you know that, right? That girl can screw up your life"

"I know, asshole" he replied in my usual bad mood. Then I also take off my gloves and wipe the sweat over my body.

"And what are you planning to do?"

"I have something in mind, but I don't know if it will work" I murmured.

I don't know if it works, that girl is a fucking beast.

"What are you talking about?" he asks, making a gesture of a smile.

"I'm going to make her fall in love with me"

The retarded Scott lets out a laugh, which then turns into a fit of laughter. I watch him with an unfriendly face while he clutches his stomach.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" I ask him, approaching him to hit him.

"Come on, you sounded like a complete asshole" he says before laughing again.

"Stupid" I mumble, getting into a boxing stance, starting to jump from side to side. He gets my intention and does the same.

"And how do you plan to do it?" he asks before punching me. I dodge him and hit him in the abdomen. He lets out a groan.

"I'm going to start talking to Gigi so that she becomes friends with her and speaks well of me" I take advantage of the fact that she bends down a little and I throw another punch, this time hitting her on the shoulder.

"What makes you think that Gigi is going to listen to you?" Scott approaches to hit me but I dodge him. I raise an eyebrow and smirk in response to his question "Oh, how disgusting you are!" he exclaims, laughing.

I laugh out loud. Gigi and I have been together for months. And I don't say dating, but fucking.

"It's good for things" I mutter before punching him one last and knocking him to the ground. This one remains to lie, complaining, while I walk away towards the changing rooms.

I gather my things and say goodbye to Scott. Then I leave the gym and get on the bike to go to Gigi's house.

I hope she's in a good mood because if not she is going to kick me out of her shitty floor of her. It is not too bad for being located in the center of Middleton, but it shows that the money does not reach her for more and I am not surprised, because she is a year younger than me, but it shows that she has almost the same courage. She has been independent for most of her life and achieving what she sets out to do on her own, without help from anyone, since her parents were two junkies who ended up in jail for smuggling and she has no other family.

So yeah, Gigi is all alone in this world.

I still remember her when I first saw her. I met her in one of my first boxing matches. She worked as a ring girl and she was so hot she couldn't stop looking at her. I still won, but when the match was over, I saw one of her representatives trying to abuse her in one of her rooms, so I broke her face and took her home.

It took a long time for us to start sleeping without any commitment, but the day she met her son of a bitch, my good luck ran out.

And the truth is that you have to love him very much to maintain a relationship with him since I know her too well to know that she does not like stable relationships and less with guys like him.

Once I arrive, I park the motorcycle, walk to her farm and touch the telephone.

"Who is he?" asks in a bad mood.

"Open me" I say in a bad way. If she is going to speak badly to me, I will speak worse to her.

He lets out a puff and I hear the beep that announces the door is open. I walk in and go up to the third floor, then knock three times on the door.

"What do you want?" she asks, opening it. Then he goes down the hall, picking up clothes that are on the floor and putting them in the laundry basket. I can't help but lick her lip when I see her. She is wearing panties and it is visible from the sheer white tank top that is not wearing a bra. She doesn't care if I see her like that, because I've seen her with less fabric than hers, so she doesn't bother covering herself.

"What would your boyfriend think if he saw us like this?" I asked, closing the door.

"Did you come just to put shit from Mark?" she asks, holding the basket against her hip.

"Are you still with him?"

She is she does not answer and she returns to pick up clothes from the floor. But I can tell from the look on her face that the answer is no.

"Yes or no?" I ask her again, following her, starting to put me in a bad mood.

"Do not" she answers angrily "Besides, what do you ...?" I interrupted her, catching her cheeks and bringing my lips together with hers. It doesn't take long to reciprocate and I feel her tongue entering my mouth. I grab her by both her buttocks and lift her off the floor, wrapping her legs around my waist and slamming her against the wall. She lets out a groan.

"I need ..." I say between kisses. I notice how something is waking up in my crotch. So I decide to tell him before the matter gets to more and then leave me like this." ... do me a favor"

She was lowering the elastic of my pants when she stops. She looks at me and rolls her eyes.

"I should have imagined it" she says getting off me, returning to her bad mood. She picks up the basket from the floor and leaves it in the kitchen, which is full of dirty dishes.

"Hey just listen to me" I say grabbing her arm so she won't go "It's not a great favor, it's ... a small favor"

"If you're going to ask me for something, say so now, I don't have time for your nonsense"

"I need you to make friends with a girl"

"What?" She asks with a gesture of a smile "You know I don't have any friends" She pauses "And what the hell do you want me to make friends with a girl for?"

"She is not just any girl ... she is the girl I ran into three months ago. She remembers me and intends to report me" Gigi lets go of my grip and begins to put the things in the basket in the washing machine. I follow her. "I need you to become her friend and speak well of me, so she will fall in love with me and she will not denounce me. I can't go to jail. Not now"

She laughs bitterly.

"No one is going to fall in love with you, Azael" She says sincerely. "Nobody can fall in love with someone who does not know how to love" she murmurs looking into my eyes

This makes her feel the anxiety in my chest. I know she's right, but I'm not going to stop trying. The last thing I need now is to go to jail. I can not allow it.

"Can't you even try? It wouldn't hurt to have a friend with whom to complain about how small your boyfriend is"

"She is bigger than you" She defends him "I laugh out loud"

"You know that ..." murmured, looking down, then looking up It's impossible.

"It's fine" she finally accepts, giving up. "But leave me alone, I don't want to have you here anymore, you drive me crazy" she says, gathering her blonde hair into a ponytail.

"Tomorrow, at the institute, come to her. And she tries not to escape you, she is a whore of care"

"Whatever you say" She answers, pushing me to the door "I shouldn't have changed institute"

Once at the door, she tries to close it but I stop her with my hand. I watch her blue eyes looking at me and I smile sideways.

"That Mark Gibson is a bastard for letting you go" I say before kissing her and closing the door in her face.

I laugh out loud from the other side.

I feel my cell phone vibrate in my pocket and I see that it is a message from Cara.

At eight in my house ;)

I take a deep breath, this girl is unbearable.