Ashton Varnat
We were in the lockers, and I got a message. It was from an unknown number.
UNKNOWN:
I always go for the pretty ones, and attached to the message was a distant shot of Isla. She was in the cafeteria with her friends, smiling.
My blood boiled; I couldn't contain the fury. The person texting me wanted to rile me up; he knew it would get under my skin.
“Man, you are trembling,” Carl said,
I handed him the phone…
“What the f**k is that?” he said. Immediately, Danny and Killian rounded up Carl, and they read my phone.
“Fucker… Luke…” Killian grunted, and I took a deep breath. Could it be that Luke saw me staring at her? Could it be that he noticed?
Fuck, f**k, f**k…
“I need to leave,” I said, and they looked at me as if I had grown a second head. My friend nod
