The terrace. That’s where I thought we were going to, but seeing Adam take a detour into the garden right after the terrace was a huge stop in the show. My movements slowed until it came to an abrupt halt. Why the garden? What is going on there?
I looked around me. There was no student or teacher in plain sight. Everyone was busy eating their lunches and I was here following an ex bully, or still bully—who knows what he has in stock for me—into a garden I haven’t been in since ninth grade.
“Coming or not?” Adam questioned with an emotionless face, as he suddenly turned around to face me. He must have noticed that I wasn’t following him anymore.
“Where are we going?” I asked him, slipping my hands into the pockets of my jacket. I was nervous; like so nervous.
“The garden obviously. Ar
