"Thanks. Well, this friend told me you had gone up to the house with Chase last night, as a dare."
"True. And what did she tell you happened?"
"Well, she didn' actually."
"Was she going to tell you sometime?"
"Yes," i replied wondering where this was going to end up. I watched him as he furrowed his brow, then looked away, looked around at the now empty classroom and turned closer towards me. I was scared, nervous and yet oddly intrigued.
"Kyla, look. Can you do me a favour?"
"Mhmm..."
He sat on a desk next to me and propped his leg up onto the chair. "Ask your friend to tell you whatever she knows, and then come and tell me what she told you. Then I'll let you in on how much of it is true and how much isn't. Meet me at Starbucks at 5?"
I just nodded. He smiled and left.
Driven by my (overly) inquisitive disposition, I hurried through the corridors, past the groups of people, in search of the lunchroom, and my story.
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