Who's Texting Me? Oh, Just My Homicidal Stalker. boyxboy

Chapter 36: The Future Isn't Bright-but at Least it's Dimly Lit

*Rolls out of the fucking grave after 2 years* So... I got an amazing email from PAST3LTH3UNICORN a few weeks back asking me to update-- So I did.

On the Monday following the shit-fiasco party that Shawn and I went through on Friday, the school board finally found a place where we could hold our classes until a new campus was complete (because the old campus fucking blew up with a flare of fireworks). Our new academic campus was basically just portable classrooms smacked onto an empty field.

On top of that, the school board sent out the following email that read:

Dear students of Prest High-School,

Due to recent surprising and unfortunate events, we have decided to chaperone a school trip this Friday to reunite as a school community. Thanks to a gracious donor, we are able to rent out beach space in Santa Cruz. This Friday at 8:30AM, we would like all students to please meet at our original campus, and then and join with your first-period class for attendance. After this, we will board the buses and be at the beach until roughly 4:00PM.

We hope to see you all there,

Principal Timmons

"Should we go?" Shawn asked after a moment. I was reading the email over his shoulder as he sat on the couch with his laptop.

"Beats being locked up in the house all day." I shrugged. "Also, I don't think it's optional."

"So? We still don't really need to go. This is just a stupid thing that the school feels obliged to do to show everyone that they care about their students' wellbeing. I've seen this before; it's just a half-ass attempt at trying to make everyone feel safe and cared about." Shawn rolled his eyes.

I was about to ask how and why he'd 'seen it before', but realized that I probably knew the answer and definitely didn't want to bring it up. "You're probably right, but I haven't seen my friends in a long time— I want to make sure they're all okay," I said. I also wanted to see if Las Vegas would show up; the longer I didn't hear from him, the more worried I got.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "You really want to be stuck on a beach all day with three thousand other kids?" He asked.

Okay. Why the fuck was he trying to convince me not to go? I narrowed my eyes at him. "You're not fooling anyone; why do you actually not want us to go?" I asked, getting right to the point.

"Because it's fucking pointless." He insisted, giving me a weird look.

I sighed and sat back on the couch. "Is it because you like it that I'm forced to be around you all the time while we're both grounded in the house and you don't want me to spend time with my friends instead of you?" I guessed.

Shawn stared at me for a moment before breathing out a sigh of defeat. "That, and because I don't want you to meet up with Las Vegas again," he said with an irritated frown. "We should just stay here in our love nest."

"My house isn't a damn love nest," I grumbled, smacking Shawn with a pillow.

He sighed dramatically. "Why can't we just go on a beach date just the two of us?"

"Because one; we're not dating, two; we're grounded, and three; you probably have some cruise liner that you're just waiting to kidnap me with." I listed.

"Nah, I only have a yacht." Shawn replied with a shrug. He grinned at me. "But if you'd rather be whisked away by a cruise liner, I could-"

"No thanks." I snapped, cutting him short. "Save your money for more important shit."