Can You Save Me? { Sam Pottorff }

Chapter 66 ~ the twins

Jazmin's P.O.V.

"Jazmin?" My teacher calls me from the the front of the class by the door. "Come up here please."

I get up and slowly walk towards him as he walks out the door leading into the hall. He gives me and sincere smile and has me walk out. Two men in semi-professional clothing stand there and try to give me the same type of smiles.

"Don't worry. You aren't in trouble." The younger looking man tells me. "We just need to talk to you. Do you mind answering a few questions?"

"I don't but.." I look back into he classroom and panic sinks in. I step back and hit the door. These men don't look intimidating, but I still can't talk to people alone. "I have bad anxiety.. I'd probably shut down." I admit from the start., which is hard, but easier than making a fool of myself later. There's no knowing what I would do. Every talk and ever set of questions are different.

"She has a friend in there that knows how to help her." My teacher says as if asking if he could call him out here too.

"What's the friend's name?" The older one asks. He isn't old, but he doesn't look as young as the other.

"His name's Marley." I answer.

"You can go get him." The younger one tells me. I take note that the younger one is nice. "Bring your things please. We promise we'll explain when we're all seated in a room."

I watch the older one dig his hand in his pocket and see something shiny. I see a badge and gulp. "Okay." I nod nervously and try to calmly walk back to the room.

"You look like you just seen a ghost." Marley says and then realizes that I'm not all here. "What happened?" He watches me begin to pack my things.

"Come with me? There's guys and I don't know what it's about and.." I don't know what else to say of it. He doesn't hesitate to say yes and packs up his things.

The men walk into the classroom a few seconds after we begin to walk to meet them outside. Whispers fill the room. Some about Marley and I and others about how attractive they are.

"You kids are like twelve. Shut up." The older one says. I take note that the older one is pretty cool.

They take us into a room in the office that must be some sort of a conference room I never seen. Marley and I sit on one side of the rectangle table with them on the other.

"I'm Detective O'Connor." The younger one says. "This is my partner Sanchez. Typical right?" He says as if it were a joke. I smile nervously and pick at my fingernails. "We didn't mean to scare you."

"I just.. What is this about?" I ask as the door opens. A woman wearing a suit walks in with files in her hands.. Oh no.

"Hi." The woman says. "I'm Margaret Malarkey." She shakes me hand and then Marley's. "I apologize I'm late. I got lost." She sits down next to Detective Sanchez and pulls one file out and opens it. "Have you been filled in on anything?"

"No, I haven't."

"We have many reports about you." She puts her hand on the stack of files. "Nothing bad. Just you're history. We know you've been done wrong by your parents and things have come up that we want to ask you about. Is that okay?"

My history is bad. They're here all of a sudden for what reason? I've been avoiding anything and everything that'd get me in trouble or give me more problems than I already have. I haven't said a thing about anything to anyone. I'm not sure if anyone else that may know stiff about me has though..

"Jaz.." Marley puts his hand on my back and leans closer to me.

"Huh?" I turn back to the people in front of us. "Oh yeah, sure."