TIFFANY’S POV
They stayed silent in the car as Shawn drove them home.
She still could not believe that Shawn would believe a picture even without asking her. But then, she was still perturbed that someone took pictures of her and Timothy and sent them to Shawn.
Whoever was doing all of this, Knew her and Shawn and wanted them apart. What Tiffany didn’t know was why. Why was the person going to that length to create problems for her?
Exhausted from racking her brain, she gently fell asleep.
TIFFANY’S POV
He stared at her from the rearview mirror as she fell asleep and he couldn’t help but admire her pretty features.
He felt guilt tug at his chest as he remembered how he had treated her last night. And thinking about the whole thing now, he felt ashamed he had not asked her about the picture before concluding.
But something else baffled him. How did the sender get the pictures to send to him, and how did the person get his number?
Whomever the culprit was, the person knew himself and Tiffany and he was afraid that the person was close to them.
“Hey, wake up. We are home.” He said, tapping Tiffany as he parked the car.
“So soon?” Tiffany asked, brushing her eyes.
“Yes, so soon, sleepy head.” Shawn said, alighting from the car.
Tiffany got out and they both walked inside.
“Hey, how about I take you out for dinner tomorrow. You know, an apology date.” Shawn asked, as Tiffany made her way up the stairs.
“An apology date? Never heard of that. I will think about it.” Tiffany said and continued walking.
“Let me know when you make up your mind.” Shawn called after her.
She got inside and threw herself on the bed in exhaustion. Her phone kept binging as she took it out of her bag.
She opened her WhatsApp and was met with numerous messages from Friends.
@Queen Freya.
“Hey, Tiff. How are you doing?”
@Lord Timothy III
“Are you there, Tiff?”
The messages were many and she could reply to them all.
@ Lady Tiff
“Hey, guys. I’m fine and sorry for being away. There is a problem.”
@Lord Timothy III
“What happened?”
@ “I don’t know how it happened, but someone sent pictures of me and you hugging in the parking lot to Shawn.”
@ Queen Freya
“What? I’m lost here.”
@Lady Tiff
“After you left us at the parking lot on Friday, Timothy hugged me as a way of comforting me. I don’t who took pictures of us and sent it to Shawn. And the person used a burner contact.”
@Queen Freya
“This is serious. Timothy obviously did not take the picture then who? Because I’m sure whoever did it is a student of our school.”
@Lord Timothy III
“At this point, against my will, I’m suspecting Mary.”
@Queen Freya
“You’re still suspecting? She obviously did it. As her plan to get Tiffany hurt failed she resorted to causing problems between Shawn and Tiffany. But wait, was the picture that bad? Hugs are supposed to be harmless.”
@ Lady Tiff
“It was a bit passionate. You know, the type lovers share. Timothy’s hand was slightly above my ass.”
@Lord Timothy III
“It was not intentional, Tiffany. On second thought, how did Mary get Shawn’s number?”
@ Queen Freya
“That’s another point. How the fuck did she get Shawn Gold’s number?”
@Lady Tiff
“I honestly don’t know. I’m so scared, guys. Someone out there wants me hurt, and the fact that the person seems close is more scary.”
@Lord Timothy III
“You don’t have to be. We will always have your back.”
@Queen Freya
“Yes, Tiff. We are always here for you and will not let any harm befall you.”
@LadyTiff
“Thank you guys. I have to go now.”
Tiffany kept her phone away after dropping the message. She was about to drift off to sleep, when a Knock sounded on the door.
“Hey, lunch is ready.” Shawn’s voice sounded from the door.
“I will be down soon. Thank you.” Tiffany replied.
She changed out of her dress into a cotton short and polo before heading downstairs.
“I made noodles, hotdogs and omelette.” Shawn said.
“This smells and looks nice.” Tiffany said, taking her seat.
“It tastes nice too.” Shawn bragged.
“Let me be the judge of that.” Tiffany said, taking a spoonful of the noodles.
“So, what do you think about it?” Shawn asked.
“It’s okay. But it’s not spicy enough.”
“I know, right. You love spicy foods but I don’t.” Shawn said.
“Your loss, because you don’t know what you are missing.” Tiffany said.
“Let me keep losing.” Shawn replied, rolling his eyes.
“About the dinner tomorrow, I think it’s something I will consider.” Tiffany said, breaking the silence.
“Oh, good. We will go when I’m back from work.” Shawn said.
Tiffany gave a nod before continuing with her food.
MARY’S POV
She was heading for the cafeteria when a strange student stopped her. “Hello, Mary.”
“Who are you?” She asked, giving him a scornful look.
“Someone who wants to be your friend?” The boy said, smiling sheepishly.
“Look I don’t have time for silly people like you. Now, get out of my way.”
” Oh come on, Mary. You will love what I have to say. I really like you, you know? I like you because we are the same.” The boy said, getting on her nerves the more.
“You really don’t know who I am, do you? You don’t know what I can do to you ” Mary threatened.
“Like what you wanted to do to Tiffany last week in the hallway?” The boy asked, smiling knowingly.
Mary’s eyes widened for a second and almost immediately the look was gone and replaced by anger. “Are you nuts? What are you talking about?” She asked, feigning ignorance.
“You had better stopped pretending. Banana peels, hallway, junior female student. Do those ring a bell or should I say it out loud for you?” The boy asked, his face hardening.
Looking around to see if anyone was in sight, and when she saw no one, she quickly grabbed The boy’s hand and pulled him into an empty classroom.
“Who the fuck are you?” Mary asked, whispering.
“Someone who knows your dirty secret.” The boy whispered back.
“What do you want?” She asked angrily.
“I want us to be friends, since we share the same interest.” The boy said, smiling again.
“I’m sorry, I can’t be friends with you. You are creepy.” Mary said.
“Well you don’t have an option.” The boy said, still smiling.
“What do you mean I don’t have an option? Who do you think you are to dictate things to me? Mary asked angrily.
“I see you are not ready to talk amicably. Well, you will when I tell the whole school what you tried to do to Tiffany Dion. When you are ready to talk, meet me at the back of the abandoned music hall.” He said walking off.
“Wait, what is your name?” Mary asked.
The boy paused before answering, “Oscar.”