The Gregorio-Parker Tape...Mature

Ok, I gotta go," I said, smiling.

He looked at me and pouted.

"You know, we could still..."

He leaned into kiss me.

"No," I said, turning away, "I'm good. I've made with plenty of guys here and I'm getting tired of it."

I grinned, just to annoy him. I untangled myself from him and waved bye.

"Damn, you're difficult," he said.

"I know... bye Jakey! I still hate you."

He shook his head and smiled. I laughed to myself, feeling good. I walked past the memorial.

In Memory of Julia Gregorio,

April 13, 1993 - May 29, 2009

In Memory of Adam DeSantis,

June 11, 1992 - May 29, 2009

My heart skipped a beat. Everyone thought that these two students were dead. Rumors of suicide spread through the school. Suicide wasn't sufficient enough to describe it... it was complicated. I walked toward the Julia's plaque, feeling the material. My fingers ran across the surface. I felt some sort of engraving. I leaned in and traced it, barely noticeable to the naked eye. I suddenly realized what it said... 'I was murdered'. The engraving suddenly felt cold and sick. I felt something run through me and I shivered.

"Shit," I whispered.

I shook my head and walked back to my room. I had to tell them. Maybe it was just a joke, but would anyone be cruel enough to do that? It still freaked the hell out of me. I ran back to the dorm, opening the door, out of breath.

"Whoa," Grace said, "what's wrong, sweetie?"

"Julia's," I said, panting, "plaque says something."

"What are you talking about?" Grace asked.

I took a deep breath.

"I was walking by the memorial and I felt a small little engraving on Julia's plaque."

"What did it say?" Stacey asked, anxiously.

"I was murdered."

"It's probably just a joke. I think she killed herself, ok?" Anne Marie said.

"But still... why would anyone wanna do that? I got goosebumps when I felt it. It was freakin' scary."

"We'll look at it tonight," Grace said, "it'd be too weird if all four of us start going around feeling plaques."

"You're right," I said, "oh, crap."

"Where are your books?" Stacey asked, changing the subject.

"My books?"

"You went to the library, didn't you?"

"Oh yeah," I said, "I didn't need anything after all."

She looked at me suspiciously.

"I need to see something," I said, taking out a yearbook from two years ago... freshmen year.

Julia Gregorio was pictured next to Dexter Green. She looked innocent and beautiful. I highlighted her name.

"We need to find out who murdered her," I said, "I feel like it's outr job... since we had a lot to do with it."

Grace looked down.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"The sex tape... it's still there."

"Watch it again," I said, "maybe.. it might tell us something."

It was between Mr. Parker, our old Bio teacher and Julia Gregorio. They had an affair when she was a 15-year old freshman and he was a 25-year old teacher. Someone had left it by our door, knowing that we knew almost everything about Julia... except obviously this. And now Mr. Parker knew that we knew because we made it obvious. Julia remained oblivious, even if we were her "closest friends".

Grace found the flashdrive from two years back and plugged it into my laptop. We all sat on the floor and watched in black and white.

Mr. Parker: Hey, Julia. You know you're not supposed to be in the teacher dorms at this hour. I mean, is there something you need to talk about?

She walked toward him and starts playing with his tie.

Julia: I don't wanna talk right now, Justin.

He looks at her and smiles. She bites her lip.

Mr. Parker: Then... what do you want to do?

Julia kisses him hard. Her tongue crams down his throat. He unbuttons her jeans as she helps him out of his shirt.

And you know what happens. But, we see something different this time. We see a shadow that we didn't see before. Before, all that mattered was that she was having and affair with a teacher. But now we need to know what happened.

"Holy crap," I whispered, pausing it, "do you see that?"

I was murky and barely noticeable, but it was there. Someone was watching them. Were there more copies? Did anyone else, besides us four and this person, know?

"Stacey," I asked, suddenly, "why did you go to Seattle?"

Grace and Anne Marie glared at me.

"To visit family," she said.

No feeling was present in her words.

"What family? Who the hell lives in Seattle?"

"I went there to visit family, Haley, ok?"

"Ok. Are you sure?"

"Obviously, I'm sure. I went there."

"But why randomly during a school week?"

"Because... because... I don't know. I just suddenly had to."

"Did someone tell you to go?"

"Mrs. Vanderbrook said that my family called and they wanted me to see them."

It looked like she was in trance.

"Stacey, you saw something, didn't you? What did you see?"

"What did you see?" Anne Marie, repeated.

And Stacey fainted.

The End

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