MasukMaya’s POVThe shadow of the school building at eight thirty at night was completely unnerving. Without the noise of crowded hallways or slamming lockers, the concrete structure just felt hollow and towering against the dark sky."Everyone turn your flashlights down," Tristan whispered, pulling his hoodie over his head as we crouched near the back service entrance.Chloe nodded, shielding her phone screen with her hand. Behind me, Mark stood in silence, his arms crossed tightly against the chilly night air. He hadn't said more than five words since we arrived, but he had still shown up. Every time I tried to catch his eye, he kept his gaze fixed on something else, his expression completely guarded.Tristan slid the key into the brass lock. With a soft click, the heavy metal door swung inward."We're in," Tristan breathed. "Fast and quiet."We slipped into the dark, our sneakers squeaking faintly against the polished floor. Entering the library at night felt like stepping into an ancie
Maya’s POVThe school library was dead silent, smelled of old paper, and was entirely empty except for Miss Mildred sitting at the front circulation desk, stamping overdue slips.Chloe and I walked side by side. I gripped the strap of my bag so tightly, while Chloe kept her chin held high, walking with her usual effortless confidence.Miss Mildred stopped stamping the moment we reached her desk. She slowly looked up over the wire rims of her glasses, her sharp eyes scanning us both."Can I help you girls?" Miss Mildred asked, her voice dry.I took a breath, stepping closer. "Um... hi, Miss Mildred. We were actually wondering if you could help us find someone. A student named Jess?"The librarian froze, her hands twitched against the wooden desk. The flat, annoyed expression on her face instantly shifted."Jess who?" Miss Mildred asked, her tone dropping."Just Jess," I pressed, leaning over the counter slightly. "We think she went here a while ago. Do you know a Jess?"Miss Mildred st
Maya’s POVWhen Mark pulled up to my driveway at seven o'clock, he looked incredible. He was wearing a dark button down shirt that made his eyes pop, his hair styled just enough to show he’d put real effort into tonight.My heart did a flutter as I opened the passenger door and climbed into his truck, wearing a simple black dress."Hey," Mark said softly, a genuine smile breaking across his face as he looked at me. "You look really nice, Maya.""Thanks," I murmured, feeling a sudden flush warm my cheeks. I gripped the strap of my purse, biting my lip as I looked at him. "Um... Mark? So... I kind of need to tell you something before we drive off."Mark paused, his hand hovering over the gear shift. "What is it?""I... I might have kind of invited Chloe and Tristan to join us," I confessed in a rush, wincing slightly. "Like... a double date."Mark blinked, the warm smile instantly fading from his lips. He stayed frozen for a second, just staring at me, before letting out a quiet, heavy
Maya’s POVDownstairs in Mark’s living room, the atmosphere was much lighter than it had been all morning. Chloe was sitting on the edge of the couch, wiping a smudge of pizza sauce off her fingers with a napkin."I should probably head out," Chloe said, standing up and grabbing her jacket from the back of the sofa. "I promised I’d help out with dinner tonight. But Maya, you can come over and eat with us if you want.""Thanks, Chloe," I said, offering a small smile as I walked down the hall behind Mark. "I think I'll head back in a bit too."Chloe gave a quick wave to Mark and Tristan before heading out the front door. A few minutes later, after clearing away the empty pizza boxes, I grabbed my bag to leave.Tristan was standing on the front porch, leaning against the wooden railing. I stepped outside. "Hey, Tristan."He turned around, his face softening into a relaxed, easy smile. "Hey, Maya. Headed back?""Yeah," I said, stepping up beside him. I hesitated for a beat, picking at the
Maya’s POVMy lungs burned.Sirens blared behind us, echoing off the towering mounds of trash as Chloe and I sprinted down the slippery trail. Garbage flew out from under our boots. I wasn't even holding my grabber stick properly anymore. I was just hauling it like a weapon as we made a mad dash for the fence."Over here! Move!" Tristan’s voice boomed from the tree line up ahead.Mark and Tristan burst out from behind a high stack of compressed metal bales, waving their arms frantically. Mark reached out, grabbing my elbow to steady me as I nearly slid face first into a mud puddle, pulling me forcefully toward the rusted opening in the wire fence."Go, go, go!" Mark barked, shoving Chloe through the gap first, then me.We scrambled through the dirt, dragging our trash bags, gloves, and claw sticks behind us. We didn't look back. We ran until Tristan's sedan came into view.Tristan slapped the unlock button on his key fob. "Throw everything in! Just throw it all in!"We yanked the bac
Maya’s POVBy five thirty in the morning, the sky was still a curtain of gray clouds. The morning air was cold, biting right through my sweater as I pulled up to Tristan’s driveway.Mark was already sitting on the front hood of Tristan's sedan, his coat pulled tight around him, staring off into the street. Chloe was leaning against the passenger door, her hands shoved deep into her jacket pockets.When I stepped out of the car, nobody said a real greeting. We just loaded our gear into Tristan’s trunk, four heavy duty thick black trash bags, a couple pairs of working gloves, and four of those metal trash grabber sticks with the clawed ends that Mark’s dad kept in his garage."Alright," Tristan said, tossing his keys in his hand and unlocking the doors. "Let's get going before highway traffic builds up."Tristan took the wheel, and Chloe immediately claimed the front passenger seat. That left the back seat for me and Mark.I climbed in first, sliding all the way to the left, and Mark sl







