Jacob
“Meet me at the theater after class.” Daniel had sent.
The class ended, but before we could leave, Mr Richard came in.
Fuck!
“Can I go to the bathroom, Mr. Richard?” Daniel raised his hand.
“You can go after the pop quiz, Cobbs.”
The whole class roared in shock.
Pop quiz? Mr Richard was definitely up to something with this.
It was like he stood at the door, waiting for the teacher to finish, so he could come in immediately and stop anyone from leaving.
“Could it be that these photos and texts were from him?” The thought sounded ridiculous in my head.
Then another thought came to my head, and my eyes flickered to Mr Richard and then to Daniel, and as if he understood what I wanted to do, he nodded his head in agreement.
Text the unknown number. That was the plan.
