Letter Number Twenty

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Dear,

Tommy Williams

Skipping school isn't easy as cliche stories are, at all. To be true, my High school consist of 24/7 security guards in the hall ways, everywhere; one thing for sure is you are never alone. It was my 5th period, which was Biology. One of the most boring, life threatening, shitty class you'll ever believe exist. 

After the incident with Richard, I said I would skip class. He planned to meet in the conference room, where no teachers or students would be. And so, I'm headed there right now. I keep my glance low on the floor, carefully choosing what tiles to step on. During this time, hallways are never crowded. I check my watch which read 12:15 pm. That's when I am suddenly struck by someone hard, making me fall flat to the solid ground. I drop my books all over the place. Shocked and embarrassed by anyone who saw, I kneel on the floor and begin to gather my belongings. That's when I notice a young guy helping me gather my things.

"I'm so sorry," he says sympathetically as he hands me my red journal from the ground.

"Octavian?" I say as I recognize him. He takes a few minute to bring his gaze up. A warm smile spreads across his angular face.

"Hey," Octavian give me his hand before pulling me up again. "What are you doing in the hallways?" He ask.

One thing you should always know is that I am definitely not candor, which only means I cannot tell the truth, therefore Octavian may have suspicion on what's happening.

"I-i uhhhh I'm- uhhh..." I begin to stutter and can feel my face redden in embarrassment. "I'm going to 5th period?" I say confused about everything. I realized his face is serious and his mouth pressed into a thin line, both of his hands are at his hips, and his eyebrows are arched. He's carefully listening.

"Class had begun 20 minutes ago," Octavian says skeptically.

I widen my eyes in shock, and seem to cough. "20 minutes?" I ask. He nods. Unsure of what I was going to say, words came out without any warning. "Then why are you in the hallways too?" I say as I clutch my belongings tight and wait for his answer. Octavian seemed to not ponder about it before he speaks.

"Because I'm in charge in patrolling." he rises one eyebrow.

"What?" I say in shock, I take a quick glance at my watch, five minutes has already passed. We both stood there face to face in silence before Octavian decided to speak.

"You're ditching class," he states. I was about to disagree but he interrupted me. "Fine, I'll let you go. This time only, but you need to hook me up with Angelica. Alright?" He asked. I could not believe the luck I was in. He steps aside, freeing the path to me. I begin walking to my destination before Octavian calls my name and I turn around.

"And use protection if you do." Octavian had a big smirk and winks. He chuckled as he walked away.

I shook my head and walked to the conference room. This time, checking if anyone was in sight.

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I sat down in the dark room. A big oval table was right in the middle if the room, and chairs with wheels all around the table. There was no light. I walked in the room, carefully closing the wooden door behind me without any sound. I sat near the entrance. I waited patiently for Richard to show up, I checked my time, he should have been here by now.

"What if he got caught?" I ask out loud to myself. "Or what if he ditched me as a punishment for reminding him of his mom?" I had begun worrying now. I spent about half of the time making up scenarios to why Richard wasn't here. I took deep breaths in and out, in and out.

"Hey, you made it." A deep husky voice said, and that voice belongs to.-

"Richard," I say happily as I stand up from sitting. He smiles.

"You ready?" He ask. I said yes. Together we calmly walk outside the room. "Don't speak and don't make it obvious," Richard warns. We  have to make it through the main entrance where there are 5,000 cameras, I'm exaggerating a bit but what can I say. I begin to wonder why we have to go though that way when there are other escape exits. Every step we took was like a step in battleground. Everything was going fine as we walked to the first level of the building till someone called my name. I felt Richard tense up at the hear of my name. He reached for my hand, a sign of reassurance. Slowly we both turn around. Mr. Mike was walking towards us. My heart began to double its beating rate, unable to contain it in my chest. I clutch Richards hand.

"Are you skipping class?" Mr. Mike ask once we are face to face. I am about to speak but Richard pulls me hard, making the run for it and I do as well. I hear Mr. Mike scream for security, but it's already too late, we are out it the terrible cold. I without a sweater, I wear only a tee-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Richard, well Richard was prepared. We run and run not looking back. My legs ache as my lungs burn for air, I gasp as we keep running. Richard has no trouble of course, he seems to run in comfort. We make it 8 blocks away from school. I feel my legs numbed by now, I yank my hand away from the strong grip Richard has, making sure he would let to. I drop to the grass, not cold anymore but tired. Richard doesn't hesitate, he stops for air as well.

"Go on without me, I don't know what I was thinking of when I said yes to you." I tell Richard.

"Come on," he orders as he grabs both of my hands to pull me up. Without breaths to contain, my eyes begin to water up because of the cold wind. And we walk to the mall, but before we do. Richard takes one of his two sweaters off, and as he does; his shirt slightly does up revealing his abs flex. I bring my eyes away from this, and look back but by then he was already covered.

"Here," Richard places his warm sweater over my shoulders along with his sweet scent.

I got to admit that, today has been one of my rebellious days on earth, I can see myself skipping class along with this fellow. I like the idea.

Partner in crime.

Yours truly, 

Sky ✉

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