Sneaking out of the house was supposed to be easy. And it would have been, if Jasper hadn't been waiting under my window, whispering my name like we were back in fifth grade planning our next "top-secret mission."
I rolled my eyes as I climbed out, landing beside him. "You look thrilled," I muttered, glancing at his outfit—two hoodies, a flashlight, and an expression like he'd rather be anywhere else.
"Rowan," he whispered back, casting a nervous glance at his own house across the street, "when you said we'd be solving mysteries in high school, I didn't think it meant actually sneaking out at midnight."
"That's because you've always been the sensible one," I shot back. "Besides, you promised in sixth grade you'd be my partner-in-crime forever."
He sighed dramatically. "Sixth-grade me thought 'crime' meant sneaking Oreos from the pantry."
We started down the sidewalk, his house disappearing behind us—a darkened mirror image of mine across the street. Growing up side by side, Jasper had been my best friend, my neighbor, and the only person who'd never once questioned my need to dig into things that, according to my parents, I "should just let go."
"Remind me again why you're dragging me along?" he muttered, looking up the empty road toward the lake.
"Because I need backup," I replied with a smirk, "and I know you secretly love it."
He let out a huff, but he couldn't hide the small smile tugging at his mouth.
We hadn't made it two blocks before a shadow appeared in the dim light near the end of the road. As it got closer, my stomach did a tiny flip, although I'd never admit that out loud.
Of course, it was Eli. He was dressed casually, hands shoved in his pockets, looking completely at ease—as if sneaking out was just something he did every night.
"You guys ready?" he asked, his calm tone betraying nothing, not even the hint of a smirk.
Jasper looked between me and Eli, eyebrows raised. "You did say we'd be going alone," he whispered.
"I did say that, yes," I replied, trying to ignore the way Eli's gaze lingered on me for a second too long. "But then someone decided he wanted in on the investigation."
"Or maybe I'm just keeping you out of trouble," Eli said smoothly.
"Because that's something you're known for," I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm. But even as I said it, I felt a flicker of something else—a tiny thrill that he was here, and an even tinier hope that he might actually be helpful.
We walked the rest of the way in near silence, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of leaves and Jasper's muttered commentary about our odds of making it home in one piece.
By the time we reached the lake, the air felt heavier, thick with the scent of moss and water. The lake stretched out in front of us, dark and still under the moonlight. There was something both beautiful and eerie about it, as if we were standing at the edge of a secret we weren't meant to find.
"So," Jasper whispered, peering at the lake, "what exactly are we looking for?"
"A clue, maybe another symbol," I replied, trying to sound certain. "Let's check near the old dock."
The dock creaked as we walked along it, each step sounding louder than the last. My flashlight barely cut through the shadows, but then I saw it—a glint of something metallic just below the water, half-buried in the sand.
Jasper groaned. "Oh no. Tell me we're not pulling that thing out."
But Eli was already crouching down, reaching into the water with steady hands. He pulled up a small, rusted metal box, the lid corroded and barely holding together.
Without a word, he handed it to me, and I opened it carefully. Inside was a notebook, wrapped in plastic, along with a folded piece of paper that looked like it had been there for decades.
My heart pounded as I opened the notebook, the handwriting neat and precise. I skimmed the first entry:
"For those who seek the truth, know this: secrets lie where shadows meet the water. And those who find them must protect them."
Jasper shuddered. "That sounds like something straight out of a horror movie."
I flipped to the next page, where a symbol was carefully drawn, similar to what we'd seen in the library records but slightly different. Beneath it was a line of text:
"Trust only those who understand the cost."
I glanced at Eli, who was reading over my shoulder, his face impassive. But his eyes... there was something there, something I couldn't quite place.
"What do you make of this?" I asked, watching him closely.
He met my gaze, his expression unchanging. "Sounds like a warning."
Jasper snorted. "Great. First we find creepy notes, now we're getting warnings. How reassuring."
Eli ignored him, pulling out the folded paper from the box. He scanned it, his brow furrowing slightly. "This one's a list. It has names... and dates."
I leaned in, reading over his shoulder. The dates were decades old, each one tied to a name—a list of students, I realized, who had graduated from Oak Ridge years ago.
"You think these were members of the society?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
Eli's expression softened, just for a second. "Or maybe they were people who didn't heed the warnings."
A chill ran down my spine, but I tried to keep my composure. I wanted to ask him more, to figure out why he seemed so... certain.
But before I could ask, a creak echoed from the dock. We all froze, the sound breaking the silence like a warning bell.
Jasper's eyes widened. "Please tell me that was the wind."
Eli glanced at me, his gaze steady and calm. "We should go."
As we turned to leave, I couldn't help but look at Eli again, his face calm in the moonlight, as if this whole thing were just a game he'd mastered long ago. And for a moment, I wondered if maybe, just maybe, he was the only person who could guide me through this tangled web of secrets.
Or maybe he was leading me exactly where he wanted me.
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Secrets in Locker 23F
Mystery / ThrillerRowan Hayes knows Oak Ridge High better than anyone-at least, that's what she thought. When strange notes start appearing in lockers and a new custodian team arrives with a suspicious amount of interest in the school's old mysteries, Rowan is drawn...