She appeared to forget that conversation, and focused on letting her fingers brush against his, letting their legs bump or their faces to get closer than they should've been. Lance was scared. He didn't want her to die, she didn't deserve to die.
"Have you seen Nyma?"
Lance looked up from his food to see Rolo, one of Nyma's best friends. He looked worried. Like, really worried. Lance felt his stomach drop.
"No," he replied honestly, slowly starting to get scared, "why?"
"I haven't seen her since our free period in the library," Rolo informed him quickly. "She went to the bathroom and didn't come back."
"Did you-"
"I looked everywhere!" Rolo suddenly cried, scared for his friend. "I asked around, I looked and I looked, and, and..." He trailed off, taking a deep breath.
"I can go look for her right now," Lance offered, standing up.
"Thank you so much, it means a lot."
"Nyma?" Lance called out quietly. The hallway was silent and dark. They really needed to fix the lights. He stepped forward uncertainly, and slowly made his way through the hallway.
Lance paused when he suddenly smelled the most disgusting thing imaginable. It smelled like rotting flesh. He stepped back and put a hand over his mouth, gagging slightly.
No no no no no-
Lance forced himself to move on, the smell only getting stronger. Finally he stopped in front of a slightly opened locker.
Hands shaking, he reached out and opened it.
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sorry for such short chapters! i want to leave cliffhangers for suspense :)))
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