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Chapter Three: "Are You Safe?"

I rush past countless students. Are guys walking in honey? Walk faster! I shove the lot of them and go into my last period of the day. I throw my bag down on the desk.

"Why do you look winded?" Macy laughs, taking a seat next to me.

"So. Many. Idiots," I breathe out.

"Girl same," Chris chuckles.

~

I panic as I search for my phone, and get under the desk to see if slipped out of my backpack.

"What are you doing? It's like ten minutes after the bell," an anonymous voice questioned. I hit my head on the desk, thinking it is one of the teachers.

"Ow... I lost my phone. I must've dropped it on the way to class," I answered getting out from under my desk. I see other students still packing their bags. My eyes are met with much younger eyes than a teacher would have. His bright green grey eyes catch me off guard and silence me.

"I just-um err- hold on," I brushed off my jeans. "I'm Emma," I extend my hand.

"Lewis. Will Lewis," he shakes my hand with a smirk painted on his lips. "So you lost your phone?" he asks with a small laugh.

"Uh, yeah," I bit my lower lip filled with nerves.

"Does it by chance have a pineapple on it?"

"Wha-," I zone out on the camera that hangs from his neck, "Yeah! It does, have you seen it?"

"Well," he digs into his back pocket, "Maybe just a bit."

I reach out for my phone when he pulls it back.

"Can I have my phone?" I ask suspiciously.

"Ar-are you safe?" he looks up from the ground quickly to meet my eyes.

"Why d-do you ask," my heart starts to race.

"Darling, why do you always close your curtain at night? It's better open." He reads off.

"What?!" I yank my phone from him and stare down at the newest text. Signed by ~P.

"Is someone watching you?" Will earnestly asks me"

"I'm fine, I just. I'm fine," I grin unconvincingly.

"No you aren't. Could you please tell me what's going on?" he grabs my forearm.

"It's just a random number," I chuckle nervously.

"Okay, I don't believe you but okay," he scratches his head, "Oh, um, here." he takes out a pen and grabs my hand. He quickly makes down his phone number on my palm, "If you ever feel unsafe or just a bit scared, don't hesitate to call or text. Or whatever." he smiles at me.

"Thanks, I-I gotta go," I point towards the door and walk out.

"What took so long?" Chris takes my arm and walks out of the school with me.

"Story for another time," I scoff.

~

I plop down on my bed, sighing from what was going on. Maybe I need to tell someone. I stare at the number on my hand that Will had scribbled on. I sit up abruptly when my phone buzzes from underneath me.

"I remember in the third grade, you build a Rube Goldberg machine. They never did warn you how fatal they can be.~P"

"Who is this?" I ask fed up with their crap.

"That matters not, darling. It's time to see how much your Will means to you. You have 90 minutes. ~P"

I look around and start to panic. I think about calling out for Ethan, till I look down at my hands. His number! I'll just call him. I dial in and hear mumbles and a quick, "You think you're so clever Lewis," click. The line does dead. My mind races as I scramble to figure out their number. I am too in the moment to ask for any help. Third grade. My old school? Why would they be at my old school? I run downstairs and grab the keys of the table next to the front door. I drive quickly to my old elementary school.