Flip the Coin [BL]

Henry's eyes found mine again, and I could see the deep-settled hatred in them.

Yeah, I know that you will do everything possible to destroy me, but that doesn't change the fact that I didn't do it.

He really thinks I would not only kill his sister but dismember her as well? Why the fuck would I do that?

I was also wondering about what Henrietta had written in her diary about me, and how the hell the content could let someone believe that I did something to her.

All we did was talk; we didn't even hook up or anything, nothing.

If she had committed suicide because she was disturbed by the fragments I had fished out of her past, I would have understood his anger. But she was clearly murdered.

Or was he giving me the fault for her being reckless—maybe meeting some creep on the internet or something because she was upset by what I told her? No, he really stated that I killed her. 

The teacher was still speechless, and Henry walked back to his seat.

Danny elbowed me and shoved his phone at me.

The website written on the blackboard was opened, and I saw the first diary-entry. It described as meeting for the first time, as I remembered. Her sentences were short, and it didn't describe me or anything much. Dull, like she was at the beginning.

I gave him his phone back, and Danny put it away. I saw a few more students on their phones, looking at me hesitantly.

"Howard, sunglasses down." The teacher bellowed at me, finally finding a way out of his stupor.

"I have injured my retina; I need them; I have a doctor's notice." I said, only for even more people to look at me.

There had been the majority of the class at the party; about a third had seen me fighting with Henry. But I didn't want to show my injuries to the rest, and especially not to the teachers.

"Bring it in the break. We start our lesson." He stood in front of the blackboard and froze, not sure if he should erase the address written there.

He decided wrongly and wrote around it, making the class awkward as hell, everyone feeling strange. The eyes on the back of my head didn't move away as well.

This....was really torturous. 

When the lesson was over, I left the classroom, thinking that if Henry followed me, I could assure him that it hadn't been me. I walked to the back of the school, not turning around until I arrived, only to be met with the guys.

"What is all this?" Jordan asked me, his phone in his hand. Omar came to my side and peeked into my collar to see how my injuries were, which he couldn't because of the bandage.

"He thinks I am the culprit." I said and reached for my cigarettes.

"What?" Danny asked loudly, but we were alone so he could suit himself.

"Yeah, and you will soon be swayed."

"What are you talking about?" Jordan packed his phone away. Besides Omar, he was the most muscular of our group, Danny being the smallest and most annoying one.

"Yesterday I looked into your futures. You." I pointed at Danny.

"You wanted to take the matter in your hands because you believed I was a murderer."

Then, I pointed at Jordan,

"And you, as well, called me a murderer and rapist."

Both looked at me as if I had lost it.

"Yeah, I can look into the future as well; this time I heard you talking. You won't believe me anyway, so what are you doing here, babbling? Scram."

Jordan narrowed his eyes.

"For how long have we been friends?"

Omar sighed.

"What the hell, Kenny."

"I heard it, you fucks. If this diary starts to state bullshit about my relationship to Henrietta, will you then also ask me for how long we have been friends?" I noticed that I got agitated, unusual for me. Well, we guys were friends for a few years and hung out often the last year, so maybe it wasn't that easy to not feel betrayed.

"You knew her?" Danny asked me.

I smirked,

"See? It started already. If you believe I could do something like this, then fuck off." 

"Kenny, calm down." Jordan said.

"Tell us what's going on." Omar nodded at me and stole a cigarette from my pack.

After calming down, I just told them.

"Yeah, I knew her for a year. We met every time I skipped history." I was such a bad student that I was thrown out of history class by the teacher. That and because I slept and ate during the lesson... until the teacher couldn't take it anymore and expelled me from his classes. I still had to partake in the tests, but he told me as long as I stayed away and didn't bomb the exams, he wouldn't call my father.

"We met, like it is written in the diary; she asked me for my help." I concluded.

"Did something happen between you?" Jordan asked skeptically.

"No. I held her hand when reading her past, nothing more." Taking a deep drag, I slid down the tree and sat in the grass.

"Kenny. Really?" Jordan asked again.

"Yeah, why would I lie when I already know you won't believe me?"

"Can you really see the future?" Danny asked.

"Yeah. I also saw her corpse when Henry choked me yesterday. When he saw her in the morgue and identified her. No kidding...it was horrible." I felt more restless the more I talked about it, regretting having told them.

Omar crouched down.

"Why haven't you told us about the future-thing?"

I pressed my lips together and stared into nothingness.

"Because I don't look into the future, never." It will have its reasons that when the coin turned black, it took on an eerie touch, more than it already had. The future was prohibited. I knew best.

They looked at each other, and I leaned back my head, propping my arms on my knees.

"It doesn't matter. When you come to hate me, just tell me, don't make any underhand shit and crowd together on me. At least make it a one-on-one." I think I could win against each of them, but not when they came at me together.

"Can the future be changed?" Jordan asked.

I glimpsed at him before closing my eyes again.

"I don't know, I saw the future once when I was a child, and that future...well, was just like I had seen it."