Gonna Get 'Cha!

Chapter Twelve: "The Day Before"

ANNOUNCEMENT

Every senior must attend our annual mandatory event. Its purpose aside from mingling with each other, but we hope to strengthen your morals from right and wrong before college springs on you.

Bring necessary clothing items, travel light, and of course, an open mind. Your phone will be discarded at the door, let's try to prove that you don't need that smartphone of yours to have fun.

Arrive at school at 5 pm sharp, we'll divide you into teams that you must stick with until the event ends.

The announcement was taped to the school's wall for over two weeks already but it still dreaded me about being locked in with the rest of these people. I didn't have problems if it was allowing us to be with our own clique, but it's the fact that they tried to go Spencer's Mom on us and thought it'd be a good idea to separate us from our actual friends—thinking it'd be "healthy", whatever that even meant.

Not only that, the vision of Logan's shadow over that bathroom faded in mind still, taunting me.

"Can't believe we'd have to go through this." I groaned, slamming my head against the locker with my suitcase by my feet. "Did the school ever actually create something that actually doesn't reek of loser?"

Faye laughed over my statement, typing vigorously on her phone. "I know right? I was literally supposed to meet up with my boyfriend this weekend. It's been so long since our last visit, now I can't because of this stupid shit." She agreed on.

"Mandatory, my ass." Lily topped it up while slamming her locker shut and clutched to the strap of her backpack, the keychain hung over was jiggling each time she took a step.

"Wow, Lils." I widened my eyes over Lily's sailor mouth. "What'd your parents say if they saw you talking like that, huh?" I teased her, it'd been an inside joke of ours to gang up on her considering we knew of how strict her parents were. At a sleepover once, we were out to buy some snacks, though it was barely even 10 pm, but she'd gotten her phone buzzing in from her parents—calling and checking in.

Lily slapped me on my elbow. "Shut up." Her tone tried to be a hard ass, but with her grinning and smiling nature, it was hard to take her seriously especially when her whole face swallowed when she smiled.

We all stood in line waiting for our ultimate doom before they assigned us to a new group for the night. Though we prayed that we'd get lucky and be with each other—another one of our sleepovers—but we knew the odds of that happening were mild to none. Especially when the teachers seemed to catch Faye and I sending notes to each other a lot in class, they had to separate us most of the time. The Lock-In however, served another purpose, one of which being this boring communal activity "hypnotherapy" or whatever, the one supposed to make the students not want to have sex. This whole thing about pre-marital sex was getting on my nerves—why would these adults think that by making something forbidden to us, the more intriguing the idea might've sounded?

Logan and his crew stood four stands away from me, lining up behind each other as if that was going to help the teacher to assign them all in one group. When our eyes locked in each other, I waved them back at him and forced a thin-lipped smile over my face, he nodded along and continued to laugh with his group. The sight of Logan that I saw wasn't the one standing in line, waiting patiently for his turn though, it was the shadow over the bathroom right across where Celia and I's very first kiss—judging by the look of his face now though, it seemed like he was either aloof to all of it or waiting for the right time to drop the bomb. Knowing him, it was probably the latter, but what did I know of him really?