I step out of the car and a million questions enter my mind.

Cam has driven me to what appears to be some sort of abandoned quarry. An old building sits to my right, coated almost completely in colourful but flaky graffiti. And to the left is vast rocky pit in the ground with a pool of murky water at the bottom. It look suspiciously like a place where a murderer would take their victims.

I take a step towards the quarry. "Am I about to get pushed in? I feel like I'm about to get pushed in."

Cam's door closes with a dull thud. "No."

"Is there an axe somewhere you're going to use? I'm certainly getting axe vibes too."

"Very funny." Cam steps up beside me. I decide not to clarify that I was only partially kidding.

The wind howls through the empty buildings. "So...what is this place?"

Cam gestures towards the pit. "It's an abandoned quarry."

"I gathered that much, thanks. Is there a reason we're here?"

"This is where I used to take Lola."

I raise my eyebrows. "Didn't really need to know that."

He shakes his head in frustration. "We used to come here to hang out - bring picnics and speakers, or a soccer ball."

I try to picture Lola on a picnic rug in the dirt eating finger sandwiches and playing kick-around soccer. The image is amusing and hard to believe. "Seriously? Why here of all places?"

"Simple - it's abandoned. No chance of anyone seeing us out here."

"All the more shady. Why not just go to each others' houses? Or a park, or cafe or something?"

"Lola always insisted that nobody from school could see her with me in case word got back to Caitlyn."

"Surely it wouldn't have been that big of a deal."

"Of course it was. You of all people should know that Caitlyn is a champion grudge holder, and if she found out Lola had befriended me instead of humiliating me, her reaction would be fairly unpleasant."

For some reason, his flippant judgement of Caitlyn annoys me. She is my friend after all. "You don't even know Caitlyn."

He shrugs. "Guess not. But Lola knew her all too well."

The information is a lot to take in. We stand about a metre or so apart, looking over the edge of the quarry. "So why did you bring me here?"

He pauses as though he isn't quite sure. "I want to know what happened to Lola. And I think if we want to find anything out we need to know as much about her as possible."

"I guess so. But still, why bring me here?"

"I never understood why Lola spent so much time with you and Caitlyn."

"Gee, thanks."

"You know what I mean. Lola and I had a lot of fun together - joking, going on adventures, giving each other advice. She never struck me as the type to be a-"

"A what, exactly?"

He gulps. "A self-important, meddling control freak using her popularity to ruin other people's lives for self-gain?"

A million retorts come to me, but I can't find it in myself to use them when there's a more important matter at hand. "I'm gonna pretend I didn't I didn't hear that. I get it - you and Lola were unlikely friends. Go on."

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