Taming A Talkative

Chapter 12- Started With A Note

"Okay let's take a deep breath," I say, going over to join her on the bed. We both took a minute to inhale and exhale. "Good. First question, was your bag empty before you went out?"

"No, I had just my purse and inhaler in it." Her face held a serious look. I mentally slapped myself for forgetting about the fact that she doesn't go anywhere without her inhaler.

"So apart from the supermarket, where else did you go to?"

"Well, this morning before I got to the supermarket, I decided to take a walk at the park," she recounted. I wasn't surprised, she loves visiting the park at any chance she gets.

"Okay. So did you drop your bag somewhere, bump into anyone or did anyone bump into you?"

There was a long pause. I watched as she chewed on her lips, thinking long and hard.

"I don't think what I am about to say is considered as important, but at the park, a young boy that was chasing another boy of his age bumped into me briefly and that was it," she says, glancing at me.

"You feel like the bump was a harmless one yeah?" I ask and she gave a nod.

"And you know they don't allow something as big as my tote bag into the mart, so I dropped it at the entrance and went in with only my purse and inhaler."

So now we have two possibilities on where she might have gotten the note. Although I also feel the bump might not mean anything but we can't rule it out totally. Children are being used for evil things these days. Then the point where she dropped her bag, lots of people go in and out of the mart everyday so anything can happen.

Feeling like this was a dead end. My eyes fell on the note again. This is not a child's handwriting, I observed. It also looked like it was written in a haste.

"Have you by any chance feel like you were being followed?"

"No and even if I did, I would have told you. Besides I rarely go out and I am mostly with you and the other guys," she said,  referring to Derrick and Nicholas. My childhood friends.

"True that," I agreed. "Did you by any chance come across someone you know?" I inquired once more.

"No," she said in an exasperated tone. Then she proceeded to lay her head down on my shoulder but paused abruptly and sat up almost immediately. "Hold up, just before I left the mart, I saw a girl that comes to our school, she is even in our class, what's her name?" She asked rhetorically.

I saw her battle with herself to put a name on the face but came up with nothing. "I really can't seem to remember. She's not that popular, she's probably in the commercial or arts department, not sure. She's tall and dark skinned."

"We have lots of that in our year Hun." I pointed out.

"Right and I didn't bother saying hello because we don't talk, but I think she's in a secret relationship with Justin cos I caught them going down on each other in the chemistry lab after school hours."

"Well eewww." I scrunched up my face in disgust, I can't ever picture Justin in a  relationship. He is a manhore. Emphasis on the manhore.

Matilda was beside herself giggling, probably realizing her mistake. She is damn beautiful yeah, but lord, when she smiles, my airflow becomes restricted. Crazy.

"Still can't remember her name?" I ask after a moment of silence, trying hard not to derail from the situation at hand.

"Nope. But I promise to show you who I am talking about when we get to school tomorrow," she said.

"Oh do that," I responded, taking her soft hands in mine.

I hear her sigh gently before finally laying her head on my shoulder. It bothers me that she got that threat note so much that I wish I had a super power to know who it was.