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— O-ho-ho, Emily-chan... — I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to hold back a laugh that was bursting to get out like a puppy on a leash. — Your little pills, now they’re like candy… colorful and fun! — My finger slid across the screen, opening a folder with photos. There she was, that redhead fool, standing outside the pharmacy. I’d been following her for three days, figuring out her schedule and how she took those meds of hers. Then—just a light nudge in the crowd, her bag dropped, I picked it up, apologized with an accent: “Oh, sorry-sorry!” And I swapped everything in ten seconds. The real antidepressants are now in my purse, next to my lipstick. And in hers… heh… a horse-sized dose of psychedelics. What do you think, Mike, will she cry today, or want to dance on a table?
The phone vibrated, making me jump. Frank-san? My heart skipped a beat, but the screen only showed a reminder: 6:00 PM — location check. I opened the app, scrolling through his routes for the past week. Home → office → gym → café by the park. All the same. But today… today will be different.
— Oh, what a good boy, — I ran my finger across the screen, stopping on a photo of Frank taken through a café window. He was laughing, holding a cup of cappuccino, on which I later drew a little heart with a marker while he was in the bathroom. — You didn’t even notice, huh? Aiko-chan is always around.
As I flipped through the album, I opened the notes app. “Frank Waters” — the title glowed in pink, like a love letter. Inside: his workout schedule, his address, a list of his favorite cafés, screenshots of chats with colleagues. And photos. Lots of photos. There he was drinking coffee, laughing, head thrown back, adjusting his glasses while reading something on his phone… I pressed the screen to my chest, feeling my cheeks burn.
— He’s so… kawaii, — I whispered, dreamily pressing the phone to my chest — Today, today everything will be decided.
I swiped right — event plan. Today's event, "School Nostalgia" style. My idea. Of course. “Everyone wears uniforms, contests, karaoke, dancing...” And also — a raffle: “Random Pair” for dancing in the dark. I’ve already made changes to the program’s code. Randomness? No-no. The algorithm now guarantees that Frank and Aiko will end up together. And Emily… oh, poor thing, will dance with Mr. Bradley from security. By the way, he smells like onions.
But that's not all. At 8:00 PM — “Confession at the Blackboard”. Everyone can confess something they've been hiding. And Emily, under the influence of her “new little pills,” will definitely stand up. Will she tell everyone how she secretly takes antidepressants? Or maybe she’ll cry that she’s in love with her married boss? Who knows what to expect from her. But that’s no longer important. The main thing is Frank will see how crazy she is. And I… I’ll go up to him, trembling in this skirt, and say: “Frank-san, I’m scared…” And he’ll hug me. He will.
— Perfect, — I clicked my tongue, shifting my gaze to my reflection in the mirror. The skirt, the uniform, just need the ribbon in my hair and the knee-highs… Mike would burn with embarrassment. I imagined his shadow writhing inside, shouting: “You’re insane, you psychopath!” But I only smiled.
— You wanted to be loved, — I whispered to the emptiness, — so I’m doing everything like Yuno. Weren’t you in awe of her?
The phone on the counter vibrated, making me jump. A notification from Instagram: Frank liked my photo in the school uniform. My heart jumped, banging against my ribs.
— See? — I pressed the screen to my chest, feeling the warmth spreading through my body. — My boy... — I cooed, kissing the screen. — Soon, you’ll be mine. Forever.
But inside, like a knife, Mike's voice pierced: “He’ll never love you. You’re a monster.”
I shook my head sharply, forcing the whisper to silence. No. I’m cute. And monsters are the ones who steal other people's happiness. Like Emily.
The clock struck seven. Time to get ready. I finished putting on the uniform, tied the ribbon, and lined my eyes to make them look bigger. In the mirror, the perfect schoolgirl stared back. Only the dark circles under my eyes betrayed the sleepless nights spent stalking.
— Today everything will be decided, — I told my reflection, adjusting my skirt. — And if Emily thinks she’ll come up to him... — My hand reached for my purse, where the syringe with the tranquilizer was. Just in case.
An image flashed in my head: Emily, crying on the floor, Frank holding me close, whispering: “You saved me from her.”
— Ahahaha-haa-haa-haa — I laughed a sharp, deafening laugh, pressing my hands to my cheeks and smiling so wide that my cheekbones ached from the strain.