Hereafter (GxG) editing

Chapter 5

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"Aren't you excited?" Zoeey asked Autumn while walking to their next class, swimming, where they were both expecting to see Eight. While Zoeey seemed drop dead excited to dive in the university pool, Autumn feels like vomiting due to the anxiety build up.

She knows what she saw. Two bloody unconscious boy who might actually be dead. She's assuming they're dead. Although hopefully not.

"I want to skip class. . ." Autumn declared, taking Zoeey aback.

"What? Don't you want to have a little fun? The weekend was a little hellish and yesterday we didn't even get to talk about the party because of that stupid draft we should have finished Friday night."

"I know. . .but-"

"No buts," They finally stopped in front of the changing room. Zoeey turned around without warning to face her, making Autumn stop instantly. Zoe made her carry her book sack as she opened the door of one of the shower stalls. "You're attending, this will be fun." She finalized.

After they're both in swimming attire, Autumn sat on the bench with Zoeey standing in front, whining. "This is the first meeting and she's not here." She stomped her feet in irritation.

"At least you can use the pool freely for two hours."

"Meh. I guess you're right? Let's hop in!"

Autumn motioned her hand in refusal, "I'm going to take a nap." She then started to fix the towel under her.

"You're joking."

"I'm not, so shoo." She landed on her back and closed her eyes.

"Such a granny." Autumn heard her friend say just before she left.

She closed her eyes, thinking of the things she saw nights ago. She should inform the police right? She could save more lives. But what if it's all a misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding though, there was blood and both Eight and One were suspiciously nervous when she sawthem. Like a two guilty deers in the headlights.

Autumn decided to open her eyes. It was getting a little creepy, reliving the scenes in her head and not seeing anything.

So, what should I do? Fuck.

She cursed under her breath. What were they really doing? What were their motives for doing such crime? She knows she's drunk and all but it was all crystal clear. She wants to talk to them at the same time wishes to never cross paths again. Eight and One, killers. . .