Backstabbed (H.S)

Chapter 50

"So there is still something going on?" Isa asks as we eat or plastic lunches.

I nod, taking a bite of my turkey sandwich,"I feel like one detail is missing."

Isa shrugs,"Maybe there is."

I sigh and take another bite of my san which. I haven't seen Harry at all and I'm suddenly getting nervous.

"You said you haven't seen him, right?" I ask Isa impatiently.

Isa rolls her eyes,"No, I haven't,"

Where are you? I think in my head.

My phone starts to vibrate against the lunch table making me quick to answer it without causing the people sitting at our table to look up at me.

"Hello?" I say nervously into the phone.

"This is Rick," Rick says, "I have something to confess. We both do."

"Both?" I furrow my eyebrows,"what do you mean? Confess what?"

Rick takes in a sharp breath,"Just go to the abandoned 7-eleven on your street after school."

And with that, Rick hangs up.

"Who was it?" Isa asks.

"Rick." I state, breathless,"I think he's got Harry,"

Isa gasps,"Why?"

"He said the both of us. Harry's not here-"

"Neither is Mia," Isa says, scanning the lunch room.

"Maybe Mia and Rick have to confess but they have Harry as a temptation,"

Isa sets her hamburger down and faces me,"Wherever this psycho is, someone that needs to clear things up with you is with him."

I nod,"He asked me to go the abandoned 7-eleven after school,"

"Oh, then I'm coming with you. I don't care if I just stay in the car," she snaps her fingers, staring at me intently.

"Alright," I frown. I don't want to put Isa in danger, but if she wants to come, I'll let her.

"Think through it, okay?" I say, picking up my tray,"I don't want you getting hurt".

I throw away my trash and leave the lunch room.

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After school, Isa and I get into her car after saying our "see you laters" to Miny who we didn't say a word to.

"We are here," Isa says, turning off the engine of her car and looking at the old, rusted, 7-eleven gas station.

"I don't see anybody," I say, leaning forward and getting a better view of the gas station.

"I'm calling you," Isa says, taking out her phone.

"I'm right here?" I say, confused.

"No," Isa says impatiently,"I'm calling you. You answer. You put your phone in your pocket so I can hear everything."

I nod, agreeing with the plan.

I answer Isa's call, set my phone into my pocket and climb out of the car.

I walk towards the entrance of the gas station and open the doors, making them loudly creak.

I turn my head and take a quick last look at Isa before I walk in.

Swinging the old door open, I quickly step inside, my foot suddenly stepping on an old bag of chips.

I jump back, crossing my arms over my chest.