Locks and Keys

Chapter 19

Now we were back to square one, with no leads and no further information to the reveal of the Creeper's identity. After our interrogation was over, we made our way up the bleachers and just sat there discussing anything that we may have missed, but there was nothing to pick up on.

"Right, I think it's time we went home, Key, we have to make dinner tonight." Lock informed me and I groaned in protest as he grasped onto my hands and pulled me to my feet.

"I'd better be going, too, my sister will be waiting for me at home. I promised her we would go on my Tumblr together and message Taylor about her new music video." Ollie said, with a grin on his face. He was such a child, sometimes.

"Well have fun with that." I chuckled, patting him on the back. "See you tomorrow, Dude." I said, giving him a hug.

"Yeah, se you tomorrow." Lock said, before dragging me back down the steps and to the parking lot.

By the time we had gotten home, Mum, Jo-Jo, Lucy and Jamie were already there and watching TV together, which was really cute, so I took a cheeky photo on my phone. Both Lock and I went upstairs to complete our homework, before we came back down to cook dinner - grilled chicken and jacket potatoes with vegetables on the side. Whilst I was peeling the carrots and he was cutting up the broccoli, I threw some of the peelings at him, which he retorted by throwing pieces of broccoli at me, resulting in a food fight that Mum told us off for when she heard the commotion.

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Lock and I walked into school in our usual fashion. I was wearing skinny jeans, a loose jumper and converse, while Lock was in jeans and a navy SuperDry t-shirt, which I had got him for our birthday last year. We walked into to form to find a swarm of people surrounding the place that we usually sat and voices raised to extortionate levels. We made our way over to see that Brook was at the centre of the huddle and everyone was asking her questions all at once. She seemed overwhelmed by all the attention, so I nudged Lock in the ribs, which told him what I needed to. He stuck his fingers in his mouth before letting out a loud whistle, grabbing everyone's attention instantly.

"Slow your roll, people! Can't you see she's going to pass out if you don't let her have some air? Now, take a step back, giver her some space and then ask one at a time, or am I going to have to get the talking bear out?" I ordered with a raised eyebrow. Everyone took a step back, which allowed me to sit down next to Brook. "Okay, you first. Go." I said, pointing at Ollie first.

"Hey! That's biased picking there!" Danny protested.

"Just accept it, otherwise I won't let you ask a question." I grunted, before signaling for Ollie to continue.

"How are you?" asked Ollie.

"I'm better now, got a bit of a headache from all you lots' chatter, but apart from that, I'm as fit as a fiddle." Brook answered, whilst grinning.

"Amanda next." I said, sending a glare towards Danny before he protested and he seemed to get the message.

"Do you remember anything more from that day?" Came from Amanda and other people groaned, obviously that was going to be their question too.

"No, I only saw a pair of grey ankle boots from under the door and that's it." I perked up at that, this was new information that could be useful. I shot Ollie and Lock a look and they nodded in understanding. Everyone asked their questions and Brook was patient in answering them all and then when everyone had finally sat down because of Mr. Mitchell's arrival, Brook sighed in relief.

"That was like I was being flipping interrogated by the FBI or something." She muttered, which made me chuckle.

My phone then decided it was time to voice its opinion and buzzed from my back pocket, which made me sigh in annoyance. I pulled it out, but hid it under the table from Mr. Mitchell and opened the text.