After a week Caleb has finally come back to school. I'm so happy. I knew he'd come back to me. I can't wait until this class finishes so I can talk to him. I watch as the hands on the clock tick towards 9:45. Come on just 15 more minutes and I can finally see him, smell him, feel him, maybe even taste him.
My desires were cut short when two men walk into the class room. Both are wearing matching light blue shirts with a dark bulletproof vest layers on top. They have dark straight legged trousers on with a walkey-talkey hanging on one hip and a gun on the other. It's the police. Ugh, what do they want? I seriously am not feeling like bacon right now.
"Sorry for interrupting your session, but could we please grab y/n? We need to have a chat with her." The older one of the two ask with the most high pitched voice I've ever heard. No like I'm serious. His voice is higher than his hair line. And that's saying something cause DAMN.
I stand up and force all my stuff in my bag, barely zipping it up all the way. I walk towards them and follow their lead. As we leave the classroom I shut the door on my class leaving all the gossip behind.
I hope Caleb doesn't hear about this.
