So the phone works? I replied.
Yeah, Lydia's message said. It was just dead so I plugged it in.
That's good, I wrote back.
Three little dots popped up on the left side of my phone, showing that Lydia was typing. And then suddenly they disappeared. I waited a few seconds, but no texts came through, so I typed again.
What did you want to say?
One minute passed. Then two.
Homecoming is tomorrow, Lydia's next message said. And West is going to be there. I just have a bad feeling about everything.
Are you not going?
I am but he's going to do something, I can just tell since he was staring at me at the funeral.
I thought this over, then tapped out a reply. Even if neither of us go, he's gonna do something, maybe try to kill Marco again or someone else.
Yeah, Lydia said back. We have to be there to stop it, whatever he's planning.
More dots appeared on the left side of the chat. Then her message finally sent and even though I couldn't hear her voice, her words revealed to me just how scared she was. He wants to kill me Cal, she'd written. And he wants to kill you too for whatever reason. I don't know what to do. He had a knife to my neck.
It took me a minute to come up with a response after reading that. It wasn't surprising that Haley would do something like that, but to drive Lydia all the way out to some abandoned neighborhood and do that to someone like her was crazy. What had she done? I knew there was something Lydia wasn't telling me, like why Haley was going after her now, but I didn't ask her about it. I'd do that at homecoming tomorrow.
All I could text back was, He won't kill anyone if we get to him first.
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Teen Fiction~"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."~ Lydia and Cal despise each other. It's been that way for as long as anyone can remember. The only thing they have in common is their hatred for each other, and there seems to be no end to their rivalry, even a...
