Caught In The Trap-HTGAWM

THREE

The loud cheers of the Middleton students filled their ears while they stood in the woods waiting for Wes's return.

They were nervous with many thoughts running through their minds. Michaela stared down at her feet wondering if he got caught as he was taking a long time.

"He should be here by now." Connor glanced at her trying to warm himself. "It's fine." She whipped her head around before hissing, "What if it's not?"

Connor closed his eyes briefly, "Michaela." His tone was very aggravated. "What if they got caught and went to the police or she convinced him to pin it on us?"

He looked through his hair glaring at her. "Wes wouldn't do that." He started to walk away but Michaela leaned closer when he got by her. "He wouldn't, but she would." He abruptly turned around lowering his head to line with hers.

"Stop, okay? It's going to be fine." Michaela's lip trembled glaring back at him. "No, think about it. How we got here- it's all her fault." Laurel sighed interrupting her, "It's not her fault. We're all to blame." Her voice was very sharp at the end showing her frustration.

She seemed done with Michaela 'whining'. "No, I'm gonna call Aiden." She began to get her phone out but Connor growled her name which caused her to start yelling. "No, I never agreed to this!"

Annora sprung her head up glaring daggers at Michaela, her voice a whisper-yell. "You think I did?! It's your DNA on his body so you're as much a part of this as we are!" She sharply sighed staring at her feet. "Don't act like you're not one to blame."

Connor nodded agreeing with the distraught girl. "You had a meltdown. You could barely form a sentence. So shut up, sit down, and stop acting like a little bitch baby." He looked her up and down before a few feet away.

Michaela scowled at him, grinding her teeth when she spat, "Do not tell me how to feel right now!"

Behind them, the one they were all waiting to arrive, Wes Gibbins, uttered a loud enough, 'Hey.' That made the four jump and the girls let out a small screech.

He bent over, a bag dangling in his hand trying to catch his breath. "Sorry, it took so long." He apologized letting the bag softly hit the tree. "I went back for this."

Bringing the bag to his abdomen, Wes opened it digging inside only to pull out the Lady Justice trophy.

Annora skipped down the steps walking into the home's kitchen. In the kitchen, she saw her parents getting ready for the day. She grabbed her travel mug filling it up with coffee kissing both of her parents on the cheek.

"Okay, I'm heading out." Annalise looked up and gently grabbed her wrist. "You sure you don't want to ride with me?" With no thought or hesitation, she quickly said no picking up her bag and leaving the house with only a small goodbye.

Once she reached the school she quickly locked her bike jogging inside. She hurried to her seat as she already saw her mother's car outside.

Pulling her bag onto her lap, Annora took out her notebook, a fresh pen, and a mechanical pencil.

Soon Annalise came waltzing in setting her bag down and taking some papers out. She then leaned in front of her desk ready to announce what would be happening today.