chapter twenty-three.

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Carl

At School

"Debbie and Carl Gallagher to the principal's office immediately."

"Hey debs, what this about?" I asked as we were walking down the hall towards the office.

She shrugged, "maybe something with Fiona?"

As we walked into the office, we saw Jonathan talking with Mr. Monroe. They shook hands then Jonathan told us to follow him.

"Get in the car" He simply stated.

Debbie and I shared confused glances as to why Lilly's driver was picking us up.

"So, where we going?" Debbie asked trying to lighten the mood.

"No questions" he bluntly stated, attention focused on the road.

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Jonathan pulled up besides a warehouse. "Get out" he ordered.

Getting out of the car, two Hispanic men put bags over our heads and lead us somewhere. Regaining our vision, the bags were taken off and I noticed I was tied up, as was Debbie.


Lilly
Sitting in the warehouse office, talking with Lewis, Carlos' voice spoke through the walkie talkie. "Tenemos a los dos niños blancos aquí abajo." (We have the two white kids down here)

"Lewis y yo estamos en camino hacia abajo" (Lewis and I are on our way down) I replied and headed into the main room.

My smile quickly faded as I saw Debbie and Carl tied up. "
¡Les dije que los trajeran aquí, no los ataran!" (I told you guys to bring them here, not tie them up!) I yelled, running a hand through my messy hair.

"Solo desatadlos y dejad" (just untie them and leave) Lewis intervened as he stepped by my side.

After Debbie and Carl were untied I explained everything.

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After all the events of today, Lewis took Debbie home, which left me and Carl to catch up.

"Where did you learn Spanish?" Carl asked, taking a seat on the bench next to me.

"Studying abroad in Spain for 6 months." I answered, which lead to a comfortable silence.

I felt Carl's eyes burning into the side of my face. As I rolled my eyes I confronted him. "You know it's not polite to stare Carl."

"I know it's just that... I want to do something, but I don't know if it mess things up" he trailed off, now staring into my eyes.

"You don't know until you try" I whispered as we were only centimeters apart.

He looked back and forth between my lips and eyes, as if he was asking permission. I nodded which led to him placing his lips onto mine.

"I really like you" he whispered as we pulled apart.

"Me too."

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