Chapter Thirty Four- You Better Not Get Yourself Arrested

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It was a good, bright Monday morning, until my world almost came crashing down upon me when I realized I was being followed to school

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It was a good, bright Monday morning, until my world almost came crashing down upon me when I realized I was being followed to school.

I normally ride with Sam, but I decided not to bother him today and left the house unnoticed, although, I still texted my mum (I still call her mum, yes) that I'm leaving for school. So, if I get kidnapped right now, it's still my fault for walking out alone, knowing that my idiotic self is already caught up in danger.

I first noticed the black SUV trailing me when I was close to the milkshake store Ryder brought me and Dylan to ages ago, a few streets away from school. When I got to the entrance gate, I looked over my shoulder again and found the same car parked on the opposite street.

Unfortunately, I couldn't see the driver inside since the windows were tinted black, and that made my blood boil. But, I silently noted down the car's number plate on my phone and rushed into school.

When I reached my locker, I was out of breath and my heart was pounding so hard, I feared people could hear it from a mile's radius. To my dismay, Alex wasn't at my locker either, so I decided to pay his own locker a visit.

When I got there, I was slightly shocked to see Alex and Jenelle engrossed in a conversation, but not too surprised since I legit had a talk with Jenelle this weekend after the fiasco at the office. Alex has his back to me so he doesn't notice me, but Jenelle does, and I give her a thumbs up and leave them alone to walk to homeroom by myself.

I have a feeling that I'm being watched, but I might just be paranoid because of this peculiar weekend and even stranger morning.

"Hey, Rosalyn!" I slow down my strides when I hear Dylan call out for me. He stops in front of me and gives me a warm hug, which I return. When we break then hug, he asks his typical question; "Are you okay?"

I smile at his concern for me and flick his nose, to which he blushes, "You worry too much about me," I say as we move to stand in a corner instead of in the middle of the hall.

"It's not my fault," he mumbles, "you look so hallow and dead since the Halloween party." His voice drops lower. "I say this a lot, I know, but we all know you're going through something, and we're all here for you whenever you need us, Rosalyn."

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