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Chapter 41
"Yeah. Yeah, we're friends," I answered. "Were. We're friends, I mean."
Joseph nodded quietly and gripped my shoulders tighter while pity filled his eyes. He looked around the pool room and then let out a sigh.
"You know, that locker of his is still full of his stuff. The teachers haven't come to open it yet and nobody knows the code. So...uh-if you, you know, know his code then you can get whatever is inside before the teachers throw it all away."
I smiled slyly.
"That's a brilliant idea!" Deshawn grinned as he sat at the side of the pool. "There's most definitely stuff in there to incriminate Marco A
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Deshawn's figure wavered as he latched onto my arm and led me to the changing room, the fire hot on our tails. His grip on me felt more like a gust of wind rather than a real person and perhaps it was stress that was causing him to lose his form. Regardless, I followed the ghost boy as he rushed us through the changing room.Stubbornly, though, I stopped before we could make a quick escape and instead turned to Deshawn's locker. I ripped it open and threw my hands inside, grabbing at whatever I could. My heart was in my throat as I tried to decide what to save. My fingers shook while skimming through the writing and Deshawn threw what was at my hands down to the floor with a guttural growl."We don't have time. Damn you, Reniella," he snapped.
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"I knew you'd gone to the school so I waited by the wall for you to come back out." He panted from the rigorous exercise. "Then the fire started and nobody knew where you'd gone.""You should have left me," I mumbled."It's fine, I don't mind."Ross lifted himself onto his elbows, his bones cracking underneath him as he moved. Then, he leaned against me to stand. I noticed the sleeve of his jacket had burnt to ruins and a crimson red poked through the fabric."Jesus, Ross. You'll need to go to the hospital for that," I muttered. The thought that if we'd not been quick enough his whole body could have looked like that left a bitter taste in my mouth.
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I felt connected.Still, it was lucky I went. Even if it meant almost dying, at least I managed to retrieve the folder that I held so closely to my chest. I wasn't sure what was inside and the curiosity was making my head spin. I wouldn't open it in front of Ross though, it felt too private for that. I was surprised he didn't ask what the folder was for. Maybe he didn't care."I-uhh...I'm sorry you had to watch me punch him," Ross began. His voice was quiet and hesitant as if testing the waters with me. When I didn't reply he continued with a slight smirk. "I'm not, however, sorry for punching the kid. Arsehole deserved it."I ran my fingers through the knotted mess that my hair had become. Glistening from pool water and sticky with sweat, I f
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"Let me shower first and I'll join you for that tea." I smiled half-heartedly. The excitement that pulled at his features was cruel. I left before the dull sting could throb even more and made my way to my bedroom. When I saw Deshawn lying on my bed, I released a breath. The last time I had seen his ghost was when his face stared at me from the roaring fire earlier. "You're stupid," he commented. I didn't reply, deciding that I wasn't in the mood. Instead, I threw the folder at his feet and went to retrieve my pajamas.
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"Deshawn!" I shouted and though I still felt his cold somewhere, it certainly wasn't here.Before I could comprehend anything, a sticky black liquid began to crawl from under the wall and fill the floor. Like hot tar, it was thick and scorching causing me to yelp out in pain when it circled around my shoes. It filled the corridor up slowly, pouring from cracks in the wall. My chest stung from how hard my breaths were but I couldn't move. I could only watch as the material of my converse began to steam. It traveled up past my shoes and to my ankle where I'd cuffed my jeans, leaving exposed skin. The smell of burning flesh filled my nostrils and it was what set my body into overdrive.I finally pushed off into a run as the black liquid followed my every step, pouring out faster now than I could even keep up wi
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