Her words resonated within me as I thought about Jon - my best friend who had always been there for me through thick and thin. The way he made me laugh, the way he listened without judgment, the way he knew me better than anyone else... Could it be possible that what I felt for him went beyond friendship?
Lost in contemplation, I didn't notice Jon entering the kitchen until he cleared his throat softly.
"Morning Mrs. Masters- Avril," Jon greeted my mom with a sheepish smile, correcting himself as he noticed her disapproving look.
"Morning Jonathan. Sleep well?" My mom asked, her voice warm and welcoming.
"Yeah. Very good," Jon replied, his eyes flickering towards me briefly before returning to my mom's gaze.
"I'm glad. How's your head? Feeling better?" My mom inquired, showing genuine concern for Jon's well-being.
Jon nodded. "Much."
"Good. I'm glad," my mom said with a smile as she placed two large breakfast burritos on the table in front of us. "I made breakfast burritos with you guys' favorites. Chorizo, egg, onion, green peppers and Parmesan cheese. Enjoy." She then mentioned the homemade barbecue sauce from last time and offered it to us before bustling around the kitchen to gather her things for work.
As my mom bid us goodbye and left for the bakery, I found myself alone with Jon once again. The air between us felt charged with unspoken words and hidden desires as we sat across from each other at the table.
"Morning Jonathan. Sleep well?" My mom asked, her voice warm and welcoming.
"Yeah. Very good," Jon replied, his eyes flickering towards me briefly before returning to my mom's gaze.
"I'm glad. How's your head? Feeling better?" My mom inquired, showing genuine concern for Jon's well-being.
Jon nodded. "Much."
"Good. I'm glad," my mom said with a smile as she placed two large breakfast burritos on the table in front of us. "I made breakfast burritos with you guys' favorites. Chorizo, egg, onion, garlic, green peppers and Parmesan cheese. Enjoy." She then mentioned the homemade barbecue sauce from last time and offered it to us before bustling around the kitchen to gather her things for work.
As my mom bid us goodbye and left for the bakery, I found myself alone with Jon once again. The air between us felt charged with unspoken words and hidden desires as we sat across from each other at the table.
I couldn't help but steal glances at him as we ate breakfast together - his easy laughter filling the room with warmth and familiarity.
Jon suddenly fixed me with a curious gaze. "What happened last night?"
I paused mid-bite, surprised by his question. "What do you mean?"
"You were tossing and turning all night," Jon explained. "And mumbling something about Mr. Haggerty."
I swallowed nervously before recounting the strange dream that had haunted my sleep.
"I was in a forest near that grove we found," I began. "There was this young girl with black hair in a green dress. She kept pointing behind me, and when I turned around, Mr. Haggerty was standing there." I shuddered at the memory of his bloodied figure in my dream.
Jon's eyes widened at the mention of our English teacher. "And then what happened?"
"It gets even weirder," I continued. "The girl had blood all over her dress when she turned back towards me. She kept pointing at Mr. Haggerty while he started bleeding from his mouth and stomach."
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The Vanishing Girls Of Willow Creek (Willow Creek, #1)
Mystery / Thriller*Editing* In the small town of Willow Creek, nestled among the rolling hills and whispering trees, lies a dark secret that has haunted its residents for generations. Over the years, more than a hundred young women and girls have vanished without a t...
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