North Burton

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Now, seeing North in school was weird. Before I would see him and only see a reckless teen, who on a rare occasion, would say please and thank you. Now, if he walked by I still saw a reckless teen, but I felt like I knew him at least a slimmer more.

If I saw him slipping out the back door I would wonder if he was going to spray paint some of his stuff, which was actually amazing, I hated to admit. If he was listening to music, I wondered if it was Walk the Moon, I am the Avalanche, X Ambassadors, or any of the other bands that littered his walls. 

Of course, I never asked him any of this. I kept my distance, which was what he seemed to want. 

The friends he had would never go near me anyway. 

The only time we got into contact with each other was for Edwell's Assassin. We both agreed we wanted the money, and were strictly on business terms for it. Every week he would text me when he wanted to attempt to get our targets, and I obliged each time knowing it was all I was going to get. His first plans always worked, and we never had to reschedule yet. 

Parker was hanging around Lucy more and more, and thus, me more and more. I didn't mind, and was hoping that it would finally be an oportunity to learn more about North, but of-fucking-course, that was a dead end too. 

He would never say anything about North, but I know he knew something. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket and the entire class turned towards me. I blushed and shifted my body so that the next time it buzzed to let me know I still had a message, it wouldn't be so loud. 

A couple people turned around every now and then to see who it was, and if they were going to check their phone. 

Nope. People, I'm not.

When class was over, I took my phone out and looked at the I.D. 

North Burton 11:27 a.m. 

Friday- We can do it around 7:30, you'll make it back before 10. Meet at the corner of your street.

And that was usually how his messages went. A time. A reassurance that what happened the first time would not happen again. And lastly the place- always the corner of my street. He refused to let me know where he was staying.

I didn't bother to text back. He knew I'd be there.

 After school I met Holt at a coffee shop- his idea- to talk. He said talking at home would look suspicious. In my opinion, I think he just wanted to be dramatic about the whole ordeal. 

When I walked into Starbucks Holt was already sitting down with a beverage on the table, and his mind busy at whatever laid on the computer screen in front of him. I tapped on the table, making him look up from his screen, and sat down at the small table.

"So Sherlock, whatcha got?" I kidded.

He grunted, "Nothing. As fuckng usual, nothing."

I nodded, expecting this. 

Holt leaned back in his chair, his mind else wear, "But don't you find it odd that we can't find a thing about this kid anywhere?"

I shrugged, "I know where he went to highschool. I know what reputation he has among the crowd."

"Yeah. A reputation for nobody knowing anything about him. I wouldn't exactly say that helps us with anything," he glared.

"True."

"I just thing it's weird," he had a serious look on his face.

"I know you do. But do you think you're getting a little too invested into this? Holt, you've put off applying to college for a semester. Don't put it off for another," I tried to put what I had been thinking on the way over nicely.