Chapter 6
"Happy Halloween, grumpy, " Foster greets me as I approach him and Roy at the usual lunch table outside the school. I groan in response, too tired to be bothered. Last night I didn't sleep very well, seeing as I had another nightmare featuring Liz as the star of the show. I couldn't get back to sleep after waking up from Liz jumping off a cliff.
"You don't look so great," Roy observes, probably noticing the bags under my eyes and the slouch in my walk.
"Another nightmare last night," I state. Roy nods in understanding. Foster frowns.
"You've been having nightmares? What are they about?"
Crap. I forgot I never told Foster about what I've been seeing. Seeing Liz kill herself. I know I should tell him, and it'll for sure come out eventually, but I haven't got the energy or motivation to do it now.
I shrug. "I don't really want to talk about it."
"We are supposed to be going to the Haunt tonight. Are you sure you'll be up for it despite having nightmares?"
I roll my eyes. "I'll be fine, Foster. It has nothing to do with clowns or monsters."
"Good, because frankly, you're going either way."
"Good to know you're really looking out for me, buddy," I reply sarcastically.
"I got your back," Foster winks. "In more ways than one."
He's so weird. "Stop flirting with me," I state firmly. "I'm going to class before this gets any weirder."
With that, I head inside the school building, rubbing my eyes trying to wake myself up. I stumble tiredly to my locker, grabbing my Calculus book and making my way to class.
I sit and doodle in my notebook. When Liz walks in, I keep my head down. She says nothing, doesn't even look at me. I sigh.
*
Just like every year, the line to the Haunt is long. Luckily, the four of us—Foster, Patricia, Roy, and I—already bought our tickets online, so we don't have to wait quite as long.
We find the end of the line and settle ourselves there, knowing it'll be a long wait.
"How long does this usually take?" Patricia asks.
"Maybe a half hour to an hour. Depends on the day, really. It is Halloween,so we're probably looking at an hour long wait," Foster replies, throwing his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side. "Don't worry; I'll keep you occupied."
Patricia rolls her eyes at him, but grins nonetheless and places her arm around his torso, hugging him. Roy and I avert our gazes, not wanting to be weird.
"I'll be right back," Roy suddenly excuses himself, making his way towards the end of the growing line.
"Dude, where are you going?" Foster calls out to him.
"I'll be back!" Is all Roy says in response, not even sparing us a glance.
"Maybe he has to take a leak or something," I offer with a shrug.
"Um, there's no bathroom in that direction," Patricia responds, confused with her brows furrowed. Foster chuckles, wrapping his other arm around her.
"Guys don't always need a bathroom to go, Pat," he says.
"Oh, gross!" she cringes in disgust. Foster and I laugh.
"Or maybe he chickened out," Foster says, smirking.
"He hasn't chickened out the last two times we've gone, though," I point out. Foster shrugs.
"You never know with him."
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