𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘, 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐲

ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴅʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ

TRUST DOESNT COME EASY
[ chapter three—not dying at school ]

Emiline grasped onto her bag as she sat on the curb glancing up at her cousin as she stared down at her phone. "How late is he?" She asked leaning against her palm. "Twenty eight minutes." Allison stated, her voice laced with disbelief.

"He was late to work, he might've just had to stay longer." Emiline shrugged, turning back to her own phone as Phoebe bombarded her with texts.

"He would've called to let me know." Allison spoke, walking back and forth as she waited for her phone to make a sound.

Emiline sent her cousin a pitiful smile as Phoebe sent her another angry text about Scott. he's dead. I'll kill him. Emiline glanced at her cousin wincing as Phoebe went into detail about how she'd do it.

Allison's phone rang and her pacing ceased. "Scott?" Emiline asked, hugging her legs. "No, Jackson." Emiline gagged, "oh god."

Allison sighed as Jackson spoke. "Please don't. I'm sure he's on his way. He's only..." Allison glanced at her cousin. "Twenty eight minutes."

Emiline stared back at her phone as Phoebe continued to have a heated conversation with herself as Emiline couldn't get a word in. "No."

The girls lifted their heads to the car pulling half into their driveway, "they're here?" Emiline asked as she stood, patting down her jeans as Jackson rolled his window down.

Allison continued to look up their road for any sign of Scott as she stumbled toward the car. "Lydia gets what Lydia wants." Phoebe leant over the seats, "half an hour late?! Who does he think he is?!"

Jackson rolled his eyes as he shoved Phoebe off him. "Come on, get in." Emiline tilted her head as Phoebe mouthed to her she was going to kill him. "We can stop by his place, see if he's there."

Allison's phone beeped, everyone's eyes on her as she read the message on her screen. Lydia leant across her boyfriend. "Is that him with the best explanation ever of why he's hand a freaking hour late?"

Allison shook her head, her lips parted. "Not exactly." She answered, less upset and more concerned than she was a minute ago.

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Emiline peered out the window as Jackson climbed out of his seat and moved it forward for the argents to get out. "What're they doing here anyway?" He asked as Allison climbed out first.

Phoebe leant against Lydia's seat gazing out at the two as Allison held her phone out for him to read. "All I go was this."

Emiline glanced into the car as Lydia spoke. "They lock the doors at night, you know." Emiline furrowed her brows pointing out at the open door across the parking lot. "That one's open."

Lydia pouted sitting back in her seat as Allison and Emiline walked around the car. "You don't need me to state the obvious, right?" Jackson asked, leaning against his car door.

"That it looks like they broke into the school?" Emiline adked continuing up the steps as Jackson followed after Allison. "No, pretty obvious."

Allison turned to face Jackson. "You want me to come with you?" She shook her head, "it's okay." Emiline glared at the boy as Allison went to join her on the steps.

"Hey, Allison..." the girl turned back to him, he clenched his jaw, glancing back at Emiline. "You have this long ok like you're about to say, "be careful.""

Emiline furrowed her brows shortly glancing at Lydia who stared at the two. And if looks could kill... they'd all be dead.

Jackson reached into his pocket retrieving a torch and offering it to the girl. "I am." Allison smiled widely, taking the torch. "What?" Jackson asked, his voice practically a whisper.