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Conversations - Chapter 4 -

As the bell rang, I quickly packed up my things. I was eager to leave class early. First of all, I hated science and I wanted to get out of there as quick as possible.  I couldn't afford to be late for second period, and there was Trevor's impending conversation weighing on my mind.

As our teacher began dismissing students one by one, I found myself among the first few to be let go. It wasn't surprising; it was probably because I'm quiet and don't cause much mischief, unlike my classmates. I knew Trevor would be one of the last ones like always, so I leaned my arm against a wall and impatiently waited for him to leave.

Finally, he emerged from the classroom, his eyes locking onto mine as he forcefully grabbed my hand without a word of explanation. Pain shot through my hand at his tight grip, and I couldn't help but protest.

"Hey! That hurts you know?!"
I exclaimed.

He showed no concern. We walked up the stairs from the first floor and turned right. Trevor kept holding my hand and lead me to an empty classroom. Once inside, Trevor shut the door firmly behind us, his grip on my hand relenting at last.

"What was all that about? You could've just asked me to come here," I said, rubbing my sore hand.

Trevor glanced at his watch, the time ticking away relentlessly. "Listen, Ashley, I don't have much time," he began urgently. "I need to tell you something important, and we can't afford to be late for class."

"Okay... go on then."
I quietly said.

Trevor thought for a moment, and then looked at me seriously. I got slightly scared, so I tried to avoid eye contact with him.

He started to speak, and he told me:
"Ashley, I thought you needed to know this. Basically, my uncle told me and my mother that  he was going to walk around the area because there was some construction work going on and it had finished not long ago, so he just wanted to see how it looked. I remember seeing him walk towards a street that had just finished being built about a week ago."

I looked at him with a confused look, and then I asked him.

"What does this have to do with me? Why do I need to know?"

Trevor's expression turned somber, disappointment flickering in his eyes. Then, he continued his speech.

"The thing is, after my uncle went down this street, he went missing. I figured I should tell you because that street is a shortcut between your house and that art club you go to, so I needed to warn you. Don't go down that street."

I looked at him reluctantly. I felt a mix of emotions: stress, relief and concern. I wanted to ask him a few questions, but before I knew it, he was already gone, leaving me alone in the empty classroom.

I never knew Trevor harboured a serious side. Especially that kind of serious side. It was unsettling, to say the least, but then again, my own serious side could be just as intimidating, if not more so.

As soon as I told myself that, fragments of memories from my past flickered through my mind. flashbacks of my past. But I wouldn't let that defy me.

Reality snapped back into focus as I realized I was now alone in the silent classroom, the empty halls were no longer filled with voices and laughter. More like an odd type of quiet.

So I ran out the classroom and shot through the halls. Luckily, I didn't have to go too far. I had to get to English, and that was basically just above me. I walked up the stairs, making sure to avoid any teachers or students who would tell me off for running. I bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time, until I reached the familiar hallway. Relieved to see my classmates filing into the room, I slipped in quietly at the back of the line, seamlessly blending in as if I had been there all along.