The Nerd's Secret |Ongoing|

☫ Chapter 15 ☫

  ☫ Chapter 15 ☫  

One by one we were all interrogated.

     At least to me, it felt like an interrogation but they called it a simple procedure of questioning. Basic protocol. I looked over at the detective as he questioned my classmates. His eyes were friendly but cautious and aware. He pulled his eyebrows together as he jotted down facts and statements that each student mentioned. I swallowed a nervous lump as the detective made his way to me, having it my turn to answer the questions.

     "Hello," he started off his greeting with a smile but even so I was on edge.

     My fingers itched into the palm of my hand, my nails scratching them in the process. I bit my lips, not realizing it and finding no peace with the reassuring stare I was given from the detective. My eyes continuously scanned the room, checking on each person and their state.

     Relief filled me when I saw Kelly in perfect condition. She was definitely scared and skittish but she wasn't hurt. Kyle, also appearing fine, was assuring Lucas Trevor who had a couple of bruises. Lucas Trevor seemed to be panicking and was glaring at the board. He aggressively chewed on a chocolate bar while bickering with Kyle.

     I furrowed my eyebrows, attempting to find the reason and connection to the words on the board and Lucas Trevor. Davison? As in Jenna Davison? Doesn't he like a girl name Jenna?

     "My name is Hal and I'll be asking you questions about the shooting and kidnapping of Jenna Davison."

    I remember him freaking out on me because he thought I was dating her or something along that line.

     "Is that alright with you?" Hal offered me an encouraging quirk of his lips.

     I nodded, not trusting my stuttering words to reply.

     He began with asking me about how I was feeling and to be perfectly honest, I most likely looked like an idiot. I answered every question with my head, nodding at certain points and shaking them at others. When my head couldn't give a response, I would shrug or gesture something with my hand.

     I was just too overwhelmed to speak. I felt apprehensive. There was a pit in my stomach and it kept sinking as he spoke, relentlessly filling me with worries about the situation. Though, at times I had to use my voice as a source of communication. It was reluctantly done. And meanwhile, through this anxiety-filled process, I was trying to piece in all the information I knew.

     "M-Mr. Phillips," I abruptly spluttered. My eyes widened when I mentally created a board of evidence that had led him to this. I closed my eyes momentarily, concentrating on the vivid details that were placed in my head. Flashbacks soured through my mind. Recent ones. The memories of when I thought I was being judgmental and over-suspicious without reason.

     I nibbled on my lower lips and opened my eyes, graced with the view of a very puzzled detective.

     "Excuse me?" He raised his eyebrows with a bemused expression. "What does Mr. Phillips have to do with this?"

     Everything, I thought to myself. He's been staring at Jenna for almost two weeks now. That may not seem like substantial evidence but it does give me probable cause. And it wasn't just a 'stare'. You guys remember, right? It was the stalkerish sort of creepy stare. Incredibly unsettling. I visibly shuddered at the thought of Mr. Phillips.

     "I think he's a part of this," I managed to speak clearly.

     This might seem quite far fetched but I think Mr. Phillips wasn't in trouble when those shooters went to his classroom. Despite my past thoughts, it's undeniable now that it actually wasn't the case. I know, this appears like I'm being capricious since I am contradicting myself but hear me out.