Jarrod saw me!
I was right. Just as I was thinking this Jarrod materialised in front of me. Blocking my way into my locker.“How was your weekend?” Jarrod asked as though we were just having a normal conversation in a normal relationship.
“Great actually” I said smiling. I was going in with confidence, just like Darcy had told me to.
“Is that so?” He wouldn’t let me get my bag from my locker. I tried to dodge him but he blocked the opening completely.
“Why are you in such a rush?” he asked. I didn’t answer. Now I was going for the silent treatment.
“What’s the matter?” he asked sarcastically. He wouldn’t care if I fell off a bridge. I still didn’t answer. He kicked me in the ribs, winding me. As a caught my breath his eyes flicked dangerously never leaving my gaze. Now he was coming towards me. I dashed back to my locker and put my books in my bag, swung my bag over my shoulder, locked the locker and picked up my phone.
“I’ll ring the police” I threatened. This was Darcy’s third bit of advice. Confidence, silence, police threat.
“Oh boo hoo. You wouldn’t be ringing the police if you knew what I knew about you” he said.
“What do you know? Huh? What? Tell me!” I was shouting to try and cover my fear. It didn’t work.
“You’re scared now. You should have seen your face” he laughed.
“You don’t know anything do you. You’re just playing with me” I said.
“You’re right I don’t know anything.” Relief filled my body.
“Or do I” Jarrod said. I tensed up again.
“What have I done? What do you know?” I asked.
“I saw you” he said, flicking a coin up and down in his hand.
“Where?” I asked, my voice barely there.
“At Rage.”
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