Ghost

Jeremy pov:

As Steve dragged me towards the unused classrooms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The classroom had been abandoned for years due to a fire. I shuddered as Steve turned to face me with a cold, unyielding stare.

"If he kills me, no one would hear my screams." I thought to myself.

I couldn't ignore the sense of fear that crept up on me as we stood there in the eerie silence.

"I'm sorry, Jer," he said, and I couldn't help but be shocked by his words.

"What do you mean?" I asked, completely taken aback.

"I'm sorry for the way Luca and my other friends treated you," he continued. "It wasn't right."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his words. "It's not like you were any better, Steve," I retorted. "You were the one who started it all. Those nicknames? Yeah, that was all you. So why are you apologizing now? It's a litt