Danger

chapter 6.

It was a sunny Tuesday after noon and I was happy that my classes were over for the day. I huff and walk out of Literature in pure happiness that I finally get the rest of the day off to relax and study before i go out tonight with Natalie to another party. Although it was a weekday, I hard that Natalie is friends with someone from Caspar's frat house and they were having a small party there. I was happy that something like this was going to happen because going to parties was something I've wanted to do, but I had no friends to go with or be invited.

I start walking across the quad and through the patch of grass, giving me a small shortcut towards my dorm. If I go the way most students go, I would get there within fifteen minutes. I also don't like being around huge crowds, so I went through the shortcut that Caspar found for me. It was actually quite convenient.

As I am walking through the grass, the warm sunny air beats down onto my forehead making me sweat a little bit. I guess that is what I get for wearing leggings and a t-shirt. I swear it must be at least 90 degrees outside. I can feel the hot liquid pour drip down my face and onto my shirt and I can tell by the time I get to my dorm I will have to take a shower before tonight. I notice as I am walking, Caspar is across the grassland in a small basketball court with a couple of people. I didn't recognize any of them, but they were arguing with Caspar so I went to go check it out.

I'm not much of a person to spy on someone or anything. I don't really find the enjoyment or need to spy on someone I care about because what is the point? It will only lead to questions and disappointments. Someone who spies on someone is only spying on them because they are trying to figure out what they are hiding. Caspar wasn't hiding anything, but I wanted to know why he was involved with them. 

I cut across the lawn as fast as I could before I would trip and fall and have someone notice me. That was the last thing I wanted and I was only going to check out what they were up to for only a few seconds. It wasn't any of my business so why should I get involved.

Once I was across the lawn, I ducked behind a pillar and looked over towards my right to see Caspar was in the middle of three guys. Two of them were short, white guys, and the other one was a tall black guy. He intimidated me the most. Not because he was black or anything, but because he was yelling at Caspar the most. I assumed he was friends with these people, but why? Why would you be friends with someone that yells at you like that?

"What the fuck, Caspar. Where's the stuff?" The tall black guy yells. Caspar doesn't seem phased by the fact these guy are yelling at him, but I can tell he is getting tired of it. I can see it in his face.

"I will get it eventually. I just have to take care of some stuff." He snaps back.

"No! We need it as soon as possible!" One of the other guys yells. What stuff? Maybe they are doing a project together.

I turn back around so I don't have to see them. It would suck if they found out I was spying on them. I can still hear them fighting and I look towards the pillar so I don't look strange if someone comes this way.

"What the fuck Caspar! I thought we could rely on you. You're running around fucking with people you don't even have time to do your own fucking job. Do you take any of this seriously?" I can tell the black guy is talking again.

"I do, you know I have a lot on my plate right no Richie."

"I don't want to fucking hear it. You had one fucking job!" I can hear someone being shoved into a wall. I peer my head around and see that Caspar is being held up against the wall by the collar of his shirt. I gasp silently when I see him like that. 

"Let me go and I will get you the weed later, okay?" Richie lets him down and the other two guys loosen up a bit.

"You have until tomorrow evening or we are going to have a serious problem." Richie yells and shoves him back against the wall one more time before walking off with his other friends.