His hands snaked around her back, one of them under her shirt, her hand clutching his hair, one of them on his belt buckle, as they passionately kissed.
"You're so beautiful," the boy panted. The girl pulled him back in a kiss in response.
Leaning against the dusty wooden bars barricading the door on the other side, they barely spent moments for a breath.
"I told you this would happen again." The couple pulled apart instantly. The voice, noticeably male, came from the other side of the barricaded door.
"I thought no one would be here," the boy whispered.
"Chill, no one will. This is the secret passageway. No one will find us here," the girl informed him.
"You're one to talk. I told you to listen to me the last time, otherwise this wouldn't have happened." A female voice joined in on the other side.
"What are they talking about?" The girl wondered.
"Who cares, I've got to get out of here before my girlfriend catches me," the boy straightened his shirt.
"You're such a scaredy-cat. I told you no one will find us here. It's a secret passageway," the girl huffed at the boy's retreating back, before returning her attention to the conversation.
"Well, it's happening isn't it? Everything we've worked for, all of it, gone, biting the dust, before we reached our intended goals," the man said.
"You're a fool of you think I'll let some stupid girls ruin my plans," the woman retorted.
"What are you thinking of?"
"What else? We'll use the same method we used the last time."
"The last time was a mistake, and you know it. I didn't intend to get blood on our hands."
"Yes, I know. But this time, it won't be a mistake."
"Have you gone mad? Just think of what you're suggesting."
"Well, do you see another way out?"
"No, but we don't have to resort to such ways. We can, we can- yes, we can scare her. That'll make her back off."
"Have you ever met her? She's not going to back off."
"But this still isn't the answer."
"I'll deal with this girl the same way I dealt with the other one."
The girl gasped, stumbling back, tears pooling her eyes. She couldn't believe her ears, as she turned around and scurried down the dim passageway.
YOU ARE READING
Miss Hawkridge
Mystery / ThrillerThere's nothing more important to Olivia than getting her story published in The Hawkridge Times, especially when her archenemy, Anna Wisteria was chief editor of the school newspaper, and she can just as easily squash Olivia's dreams. But cut-throa...
