The same boy who I saw that one night a few weeks back was standing right before me. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am Gino." He replied lifting his hood. A shocked look crossed my face. Gino was a boy I used to dance with when I was younger. "I didn't recognize you." I said blankly.
"I know." He responded.
"Did you hurt Josh?"
My tone was becoming angrier.
"No. I'm only trying to help you."
"How are you helping me?"
"Listen, a few weeks ago when I had somewhat kidnapped you, I was being payed, and I thought it was a joke, but it wasn't. Someone left me a note with 300 dollars attached to it saying that if I got you out of Pittsburg that night, I could keep the money."
"That's idiotic."
"I know it was, but I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt anyone."
"Well, you did. Josh has gone completely missing and I'd bet you have something to do with it."
My tone was becoming angrier. He sighed.
"No, I didn't, but whoever left the note might've. I only want to help you. I am terribly sorry."
I stared down at my feet for a minute before replying.
"I'll forgive you if you can help me find Josh."
"Deal."
"The police are already looking."
"The police don't know crap. We need to call Lucas."
"NO! You will not call anyone, this is weird enough already."
Then stood a brief silence, I started to tear up. I missed Josh. A lot. Gino reached out to put his arm around me. I quickly shoved him away.
"I don't need your help!" I said repulsively.
"I'm not going anywhere whether you like it or not." He responded.
"You're dead to me."
"Just like Josh."
