DENVER'S POV
"Denver don't!"
I heard Lucinda scream behind me. Why was Lucinda screaming that way?
I was about to tell her it was all okay and I knew who it was. But then I felt a sudden cold breeze as the visitor stepped in.
It was just Ron after all. But why did it feel strange. Why did he feel strange all of a sudden. Why did he seem different.
He looked pale and unhappy. He looked dangerous and it was Ron but it didn't feel like Ron.
"Where have you been Ron?" I asked him. "I hadn't seen you in school for a couple of days. Are you okay? You look different."
Deep down I felt some in built guilt. Why not? I had turned him down. And I prayed that he had not been skipping class because of me or he looked so distraught and unlike him because of me. I was going to feel terrible.
