He waited impatiently for the reply, knowing he was going to end up arriving late to the Marcum's and would have to come up with some sort of lame excuse.
Roland shook his head, putting his car in gear. Maybe he could get the others to help him with this. They would love to go on a wild goose chase with the nerd.
His phone buzzed again.
So there went that plan.
Portland Yards was a crappy little park that hardly anyone in Easton ever went to anymore. In his parents' days, it had been a place for socialization and running around without a care in the world, but these days it reminded most of the residents of something out of the depths of Baltimore City rather than the high society that was Easton.
Roland parked his car and got out slowly, locking it the second he did so. It was exactly 8:00, five minutes after the unknown number had sent the text message. Roland walked into the park, his eyes going every which way in an effort to keep himself from being stabbed.
"Hello?" He called out quietly, "I'm here."
He heard a soft rustling in the bushes to his left and immediately turned in that direction. A white envelope fluttered to the ground by the foot of a tree just five feet from Roland, and he walked up to it slowly.
The front of the envelope read, "Roland Green" in black script, with nothing else on it. Roland stooped down and picked it up before breaking into a mad sprint back to his car. He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket as he ran but didn't even think about it until he was safely in his locked car, the envelope on the passenger's seat beside him and his hands shaking on the steering wheel.
He drove away, his mind spinning as he ensured he wasn't being followed. There hadn't been a single other car in that parking lot, and yet the boy was sure that he wasn't alone by those trees.
Roland waited until he pulled onto the Marcum's street before reading his messages.
That last one made Roland smile a bit; maybe his childhood crush was holding out for him.
Of course, his next thought was remembering that she had a boyfriend who was taller than Roland and played a sport, so he didn't really have a chance there.
He was about to get out of the car with the envelope in hand when his phone buzzed one more time. Roland took it out of his pocket, half-hoping that it would be a message from Jordan, the only one in the group who hadn't texted him yet asking where he was.
But no such luck.
Roland hesitated for a second before closing the car door and shrugging slightly. He didn't have secrets; he wasn't worried about anything getting out.
So he brought the white envelope with his name written on the front and some secret of his parents' inside of it. He was here to share secrets, after all.
A/N: Oooh more texts. What do you think is in the envelop? Also, I added the cast for the main five, so let me know your thoughts on it! I might add it in for minor characters later if that's something you guys would be interested in seeing. Also, I'm using a different computer because mine isn't working right now so I don't have my cool little social media picture that usually goes beneath my author's notes right now.
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