“You saying this as if Mr. Grey is still alive…” I said cautiously.
“I don’t know if he is,” Matt shrugged. “But he might be. And we can’t take the chance to assume he’s dead when we had an actual conversation with this guy after he was pronounced dead. We can’t take chances. Not when it’s a matter concerning Mr. Grey.”
I understood Matt’s point, I really did. I myself believed that Mr. Grey might just still be out there. It wouldn’t add up, the falling through the bridge, the funeral, but then again nothing seemed to add up these days. I was so used to the mayhem that came along side this crazy school that I wouldn’t be surprised if we found him sitting in the longue at this very moment, knife sharpened and in his pocket, ready to strike.
“But… how do I stop him?” Matt seemed like he was trying not to look panicked. Not to look afraid.
“We will stop him, Matt,” I replied. “This a teamwork thing. And if Mr. Grey is still out there to get your dad, we will make sure he’s okay. We’ve escaped this man multiple times before, we can do it again.”
“That’s real motivational and all Amy,” Matt said, “but just one thing.”
I realized it as soon as he said that.
“Kyle,” we both said at the same time.
Kyle would be going back home to his town over break. He wouldn’t be there, with his smart tactics and everything, to help assist us amid all of this. He thought that Mr. Grey was still dead. And we were going to let him keep thinking that unless something happened otherwise.
“Damn,” I muttered. “It was thanks to him that we survived the kidnapping. And thanks to him again that he navigated us back to school.”
“And he was smart enough to realize Mr. Grey’s trap so that he fell to his death.”
“We think.”
My brain hurt from just thinking about it. It was all too much to put my mind around to be honest.
The sun was now completely set, and we were surrounded by darkness.
“Want to just go to dinner?” Matt suggested. “It’s almost five anyways.”
“Sure,” I said, getting up and dusting the sand off of me. I glanced back at the beach, knowing for the next seven days of break I wouldn’t be seeing it anymore. And I was glad. I needed a break from this madness.
At dinner, Andrew was already at our usual table. I realized that I wouldn’t be seeing him either for the next few days, both him and Kyle. That means it would just be the five of us to fight off Mr. Grey. Matt, Julia, Ethan, Johnny, and I. The odds seemed to be obviously stacked against us.
“Excited for break?” Andrew asked us.
“Uh huh…” we all replied.
“Why do you all sound so unexcited?”
“Mr. Grey,” I said. Andrew sighed and nodded, understanding immediately. It was as if just his name created a whole new meaning to things.
When I finished my dinner, I decided I wanted to go around and say bye to a few people before I went back to my cabin. I probably wouldn’t be seeing most of them until after I got back from break. The first person I found was MB. He had just sat down for his dinner. I had meant to confront him after I got back from the trip, but I had lost all my motivation. Now was the time.
I sat down next to him and gave him a smile. “Hey MB.”
“Hey.” He smiled back at me, and I think it was a mutual understanding that I was no longer mad at him. I had purposely called him MB, and not Michael.
“Look…” I said. “I’m sorry. About everything. I was being stupid, and blind, and you were just trying to help my brother-”
“No, I’m sorry,” MB said. “I shouldn’t have done any of that without consulting you…”
“Friends?”
“Friends.”
It felt like a giant weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I didn’t really know it, but completely blocking MB out of my life had made a big impact on me. It made me feel sort of empty in a way. I could tell I was smiling like a fool as I told MB I had to go pack.
“Have a great Thanksgiving!” he called to me.
“You too!”
As I walked out the door, I felt like I was floating on clouds. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Andrew get up from the table and follow me out the door. I slowly could feel myself falling of these clouds.
“I can’t believe you forgave that idiot!”
I rolled my eyes at Andrew. “How do you know?”
“I could tell by the way you were smiling. You totally like him!”
“And what does it matter to you?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. “Jealous?”
“Hell no. It’s just that he’s bad news, you and I both know it. And I don’t want to be here when you complain about how he broke your heart is all.”
I laughed. “You can’t ruin my mood, Andrew. I have to go pack. See you later.”
“Yeah… Okay.”
I turned and started walking up the path to my cabin.
“Be safe!” he yelled out hesitantly. And I knew what he meant.
“I’ll try!”
And I would try. I just wish that leaving Hamilton for a couple days meant leaving the danger. But we were taking the danger with us.
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Oh haaaay guys. I'm not sure what day I promised this... but if I'm late I apologize. I'm supposed to upload twice a week, I know, but things are so crazy >.<
So what do you think? MB and Amy are friends again.. yaaay. Any thoughts on Mr. Grey's status- dead? alive? any thoughts or explanations?
Next chapter will be up by... Monday. I hope. I'll try (:
So what are your Thanksgiving plans? It's at my house this year so I have a ton of cooking and cleaning to do. Whoooo. But I'm making these turkey cookies out of oreos and Reeses I'm excited heheh.
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Chasing Shadows
Mystery / ThrillerIn book two, things are not what they seem. They thought things were bad before, when their teacher tried to kill them, but why does it seem like things have worsened after his death? Trust is put on the line as family is now at stake, and they have...
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