THE POCKET
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My fingers touched something.
I froze.
For a second, I didn't want to pull it out.
What if it was nothing?
What if the person texting me was just messing with me?
What if—
I shook my head.
"Just do it, Riley. You got this, Riley," I told myself.
I pulled it out.
It was a small black flash drive.
I stared at it.
What the hell was inside this thing?
I turned it over in my hand.
There was a tiny piece of white tape stuck to it.
Written on the tape were two words.
For Riley.
My stomach dropped.
"No way."
I sat down on the floor.
Why would Evan have a flash drive with my name on it?
And why was it hidden inside his jacket?
I looked at my phone.
The unknown number was still there.
I wanted to text them.
I wanted to ask how they knew about the jacket.
I wanted to ask if Evan had given it to them.
But I didn't.
I looked at the flash drive again.
There was only one way to find out what was inside.
I grabbed my laptop from my desk and brought it over to my bed.
My hands were still shaking a little.
I plugged the flash drive in.
A folder appeared.
I clicked on it.
There were three files.
01
02
03
I stared at them for a second.
"Okay..."
I clicked the first one.
It was a video.
The screen went black.
Then Evan appeared.
I stopped breathing.
He was sitting in what looked like his bedroom.
His hair was messy.
He was wearing the same black hoodie he'd worn almost every day.
For a few seconds, he didn't say anything.
He just looked at the camera.
Then he sighed.
"If you're watching this, something went wrong."
My eyes started burning.
I leaned closer to the screen.
Evan looked nervous.
I'd never seen him like that before.
He looked behind him before speaking again.
"I don't have a lot of time, so I'm just going to say this."
He paused.
"Riley, you can't trust everyone around you."
I frowned.
"What does that even mean?"
Obviously, he couldn't hear me.
He looked down for a second.
Then back at the camera.
"There are things I found out that I shouldn't have."
My heart started beating faster.
"I thought I could handle it myself."
He laughed quietly.
"I was wrong."
The video suddenly froze.
I stared at the screen.
"Are you serious?"
I waited a few seconds.
Nothing.
"Come on."
I clicked the screen.
Nothing happened.
I clicked around the video.
Still nothing.
I tried playing it again.
Nothing.
"Why did you have to pause right there?"
I leaned back and rubbed my face.
What was he about to say?
What did he find out?
And why did he make these videos?
I tried clicking around again, hoping it would somehow start working.
It didn't.
I sighed.
Fine.
Maybe the next video would tell me something.
I clicked on 02.
The screen went black.
I waited.
Then the video started.
Evan appeared again.
But this time, he wasn't in his bedroom.
He was sitting inside a car.
And he looked terrified.
My stomach dropped.
"What happened to you?"
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