Sky was following us just a minute ago, but when we arrived at our next classroom, he was nowhere to be seen.
I took a few steps back, but I couldn't see him anywhere.
"Chill, bro. He needed to use the toilet," Troy said, and I relaxed a little. "Didn't you hear him?"
"I guess not," I sighed, and returned to him, still trying to look for Sky.
"You always worry too much," Troy chuckled.
"Well, if you and everyone else wouldn't be so reckless all the time, I wouldn't need to be worried," I told him.
"Touche," Troy nodded, and stared at me silently before he spoke, "You'll hurt your neck if you keep doing that."
"Doing what?" I asked while trying to see over the other students.
"Chill," he said and forced me to look at him. "He is old enough to take care of himself."
I didn't bother to answer him. The minutes passed slowly. Troy tried to start a conversation with me, but I wasn't listening. I had a bad feeling. I just... Something was wrong, and when the bell rang, and Sky wasn't anywhere to be seen, I was getting really anxious.
"I'll go find him," I told Troy, and without waiting for his answer, I started running towards the other end of the hallway.
"You'll be late!" Troy yelled after me, but I didn't care.
I turned around the corner and saw the restrooms up ahead. I hoped Sky was there, and that he was all right. He'd been quiet ever since we left the nurse's office, and I had the feeling it was because of me. I'd been too ashamed to talk to him, but now I understood I may have come across as rude. Maybe the reason for his silence was because I hadn't had the guts to talk to him?
Or maybe he'd realized I had feelings for him and didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore.
Once I reached the toilets, I yanked the door open and stepped in, calling for his name, but it was clear the room was empty. I checked every stall, but he wasn't there. That horrible feeling I had was getting worse. Something was definitely not right.
"Sky?" I yelled his name after stepping out, but no one answered.
I didn't know what to do, or where to look. I hoped he had got sidetracked again and was following a trail of ants, or a squirrel, or helping a bird, or whatever he always did, but my anxious mind started to form all kinds of awful scenarios.
"Sky!" my voice echoed through the empty corridors, but he wasn't there.
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The Life We HadTeen Fiction
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