(Desere's POV)
"Finally, school is over! Time to head towards the parking lot. Now where's Brock? He was supposed to meet me here 5 minutes ago." I say to myself, waiting patiently. "To be sure he would've texted me saying he left early. I'll message him when I get home." I mutter as I hop on my Harley, throwing on my leather jacket and helmet.
15 minutes later...
I'm finally home and I am starving. I can't believe Brock would just leave me hanging like that. Something must be wrong. A quick snack and I'm going to message him. I grab my chocolate ice cream out of the freezer and get the whipped cream, and chocolate syrup and make a killer ice cream sundae. I head up to my room, throw my bag in the corner, put my keys on the table, and lay in my bed. I grab my phone and message Brock.
Desere: Hey Brock. Where are you? Is everything okay?
I wait and wait and wait and still no reply. Something must be wrong. If he don't message me by morning I'm going over to his house to check up on him. In the mean time I'm going to sketch a bit then crash for tonight. I hope he texts back.
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Anything But Ordinary
ФэнтезиBrock Baxter was an ordinary high schooler with an A-B average in all of his classes and a best friend with whom he shared everything with. When all of a sudden things got anything but "ordinary". In chemistry class, Brock was mixing chemicals when...
