Pretty Teens Forbidden Desire

– Georgia –

“Gia, Gia, Gia, wait, listen to me!” Clarke’s voice echoed in the lab desperately. Outside, night had fallen, and the campus was silent.

“You were supposed to break up with her, Clarke!!” I yelled, stepping closer, hands clenched. “But no, no, instead, you engaged her. How does that make any sense?!”

“Gia… listen, just… sit down. Please.” His voice is calm but strained, like he’s trying too hard to sound reasonable.

I stop and glare at him. “You’ve got some nerves thinking you can just….”

Clarke’s jaw tightened. “Georgia… It's complicated. You don't—”

“Complicated?!” I cut him off, voice sharp. “You’re engaged to Diane! The principal’s f*ck*ng daughter! Do you even realize what that means?!”

“Diane is the reason I got this job, okay?” His jaw tightened. “It's not that easy.”

I exhale sharply. “You’re batshit crazy”

His face pales. “She's—she’s pregnant, Gia.”

I freeze, heart hammering. “She’s… what?”

“Look, I didn’t mean for it to happen like this,” his voice is low, almost pleading.

I laugh, bitter and sharp. “Clarke… I don’t f*ck*ng care!”

“You can’t just—” he starts, but I cut him off.

“No. Stop. I don’t want your excuses. I don’t want your lies. I don’t want anything from you!”

He steps closer, trying to reach for my arm. “Gia… please, I—”

“Don’t. Don’t touch me!” I yank my arm away and pace faster. “You’re disgusting! You’re selfish, Clarke. I… I trusted you!”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, exasperated. “I never meant to hurt you!”

I spin toward him, pointing my finger. “Well, congratulations! You did! You hurt me, you humiliated me, and now—what? You’re moving on because she’s got a baby in her belly?”

He scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “If anyone should feel humiliated, it should be Diane. She’s carrying my child while I’m here—” he gestures vaguely between us, “—doing this.”

My jaw tightens, but he keeps going, voice cold now, detached.

“Let’s be honest, Georgia. Our relationship was never going anywhere. I’m your teacher. You’re my student. It was never going to go beyond sneaking around closed doors.”

I stare at him for a beat, then give a slight laugh.

“Oh yeah?” I say quietly. “Then wait for the entire school to find out that you’ve been f*ck*ng me. Your eighteen year old student.”

The color drains from his face.

He exhales sharply, lowering his voice. “Enough with the threats Gia, you know I care about you.”

“F*ck you!” I scream, slamming the door open, the sound echoing down the empty hallway.

“Gia, come on!” he shouts after me, but I don’t look back. My boots echo down the stairwell as I storm out, my bag slung over my shoulder. My chest is tight and my mind is racing.

I burst into the night air, cool wind hitting my face, my phone clutched like a lifeline as I texted my cousin, Cherry – *when I'm done with Clarke, he'll regret the day he became a teacher in this school*

My car glimmered under the dim parking space lights, silent and still.

Then I hear it. A loud thud.

Something fell from the ten-story building close to my car, so loud that it shook the pavement.

I froze. Please no….

I slowly turn around, fear crawling up my spine. My eyes widened.

“Oh my…” I whisper as I collapse to the ground.

In front of me lies a girl. Her body is smashed against the concrete, a dark pool of blood spreading around her.

“Suicide?” I mutter, hoping that I did not just witness a murder.

I slowly lift my gaze up to the 10-story building.

A figure stood at the edge of the rooftop. The night was deep, the moon barely lighting their shape. I couldn’t see a face, just a figure staring back at me.

This is indeed, A Murder.

***

I wake up to the soft glow of morning slipping through my blinds. My room smells faintly of coffee from the kitchen downstairs. I roll out of bed to start my usual routine, shower and get dressed. Nothing feels normal, not after last night.

Heading downstairs for breakfast, I hear my Mother’s voice before I even reach the table. She’s standing near the TV.

“Hey, baby…” Her voice wobbles. “I think it might be better if you skip school today.”

I pause mid-step. “What? Why?”

“Tragedy struck at Ashvale Academy last night…”

The voice from the TV grabs my attention. I step closer, squinting, trying to get a better look.

My body stiffens. Memories of last night hit me like a punch.

The news anchor continues, voice crisp but heavy with implication:

“Authorities are investigating the sudden death of a student at Ashvale Academy. The circumstances have sparked heated debate: could the pressures of Ashvale be driving its students to suicide, or, ladies and gentlemen, do the police have a murder on their hands? Investigations are ongoing, and authorities are urging anyone with information to come forward immediately."

I snatch my bag from the table, hands trembling slightly.

“I should get going,” I say, as I walk to the door, barely glancing back.

“Gia?” She calls out. “Just be careful.”

I slam the door behind me and slide into my car, heart still racing.

The engine hums to life. My hands grip the wheel, knuckles white. I drive off toward Ashvale Academy, my mind looping over last night’s horrors and the TV’s haunting question over and over.

***

The gates of Ashvale Academy swing open, and I drive through, stomach twisting. My eyes immediately catch flashing lights, police cars lining the drive, and uniformed officers standing alert with their walkie talkies, scanning whoever comes in and goes out.

I park quickly, heart hammering, and step out, the cold morning air doing nothing to calm me.

“Gia!”

Cherry’s voice cuts through the chaos before I even turn. She strides toward me, face flushed, eyes wild.

“It’s Allison!”

“Cherry… what are you talking about?” I ask, confusion pinching my chest.

“Allison Fisher is the dead girl!” Cherry repeats, voice sharp, almost accusing.

“What?!” I breathe, my throat dry. I’d witnessed the fall, but I hadn’t dared look at her face. I hadn’t processed the human reality of it.

Cherry’s eyes flash anger. “Allison Fisher, that b*tch. Serves her right for what she did to you.”

I stumble back a step, trying to wrap my mind around it all. “It was Allison…?” I whisper to myself, shaking my head.

Before I can say more, a voice cuts through the noise.

“Excuse me, ladies.”

I turn. A man who looks like he's in his thirties, tall, sharp fit, eyes piercing but calm. There’s a quiet authority in his every movement.

“Are you Georgia Miller?” he asks, voice firm but not unkind.

“Yes… that’s me. Who are you?”

He adjusts his jacket, then flips open a badge. “Detective Grant. I’m going to need you to come with me for some questions.”

Cherry steps forward, bristling. “What? Why? She didn’t do anything!”

Detective Grant holds up a hand, calm, practiced. “It’s all right, ladies. Just some harmless questions.” He turns his gaze to me, eyes sharp. “Ms. Miller, I’ll need your full co-operation.”

I glance at Cherry, who opens her mouth to argue, but I shake my head. “It’s fine, Cherry. I’ll text you.”

Cherry huffs but nods. “Okay… be careful.”

I take a deep breath and follow Detective Grant, every nerve on edge, the morning sun doing nothing to ease the chill that’s crawling down my spine.

– Georgia –

The library is empty and quiet, just me, Detective Grant and his assistant that he introduced as Detective Bella.

Detective Grant leans forward slightly, eyes on me. “What was your relationship with Allison Fisher?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I say. “I barely knew her.”

Grant set his hands on the table. “Well, the other students I’ve questioned don’t seem to think that. They said you both were friends.”

I shrug. “We spoke once or twice. That doesn’t make us friends.”

“If you say so,” He leans back, hands steepled. “Now, where were you last night around nine pm?”

“Where else would I be,” I snap confidently, “if not at home drowning in my assignments?”

Grant nods slightly, then gestures to the detective sitting next to him. “Bella.”

She flips her laptop towards me. I lean forward, curiosity flickering. The laptop clicks and the screen shows CCTV footage: Allison lying on the ground after the fall. And me—frozen