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16. Murder on my mind

A I D E N
Same day, last period

My hands twitch slightly on the maths worksheet, the pen stopping momentarily as I furrow my brows in confusion. I look up at the clock to show twenties left of the school day. My insides twist with this unknown feeling but I have no clue what it means.

Thinking it must be this surprised maths paper we had to do and not knowing what any of it means is stressing me out?

But that small part of me doesn't believe it's that.

But putting it aside I continue the maths worksheet with some trouble along the way, but why the hell do I need to help find algebras X like you've broken up don't go looking for him.

I sighed as I slammed the maths paper down at the teachers desk before swiftly with fast pace walking down the crowded hall with that aching pain in my stomach of something terribly wrong. My hands roll into a tight fist around my hanging school bag of my shoulder, my shoulders tense but alert as I try to find my boys set of brown curls in the crowd but to no such look I can't see him.

I push through the main doors of the school looking over to my cubs car, breathing a set of air when I see he is still here. What is causing me to panic?

I waltz over to his car leaning against taking out a cig from my pocket to pass the time. I inhale the toxicity of the cancer stick fumes through my lungs before letting it out. This time the cig doesn't help my built up nerves that is setting me on high alert.

Always trust your gut. If you feel something is wrong. That's because it usually is. I hear my mothers voice ring in my ears as i continue to stand out here near Lucas car with furrowed worries brows.

With a panicked breath, I dropped the stick on the ground stubbing it out with the hell of my combat boot before heading back into school leaving my school bag in my car before started opening the main doors of the school.

I wandered down the hallway with narrowed eyes. Heading towards Lucas' last subject of the day, my hands thimble with my cross necklace around my neck as I stand in front of Mr Norris his Sociality teacher, opening the door to see the former still sitting at his desk on the computer.

He lifts his head in my direction turning his computer away from my line of vision but we all know he is writing a tenderness romance novel. "Everything okay, Mr Romano?" The teacher informed with raised alert eyes.

I glance around the classroom not seeing my boy anywhere before turning back to the teacher who is still waiting on the answer. "Did you see Lucas leave?" I questioned with raised brows, the teacher appeared to be in thought for a few seconds which doesn't help my panic that's ravelling up inside of me.

He snaps his finger together pointing in my direction, "Yes he did, he asked to go to the restroom during second last period" He muttered. "Why something wrong?" He said.

I tilt my head in thought but shook my head, "Don't know" I muttered before turning around heading towards the restroom. But the more I walk towards the restroom, something unsettles inside of me knowing for a fact that he wouldn't be in there.

But to make sure I bang open the door walking in the quiet restrooms, "Lucas you in here?" I yelled banging open every single cubicle with anticipation of wanting to find him.