Emon
The bell chimed softly across campus, signaling the end of the lunch period. I had been so engrossed with the game on my phone that I hadn't noticed the time go by. I checked my phone for the third time in ten minutes, Al hadn't come out of the washrooms.
I frowned.
Brushing off the tightness in my chest, I put both bags on my back and walked towards the washrooms. This side was quiet and empty since no one was using the sports side at this time.
I opened the door and entered: it was all quiet. Too quiet for my liking.
“Al? Love? You there?"
Nothing.
Then I opened the stalls one by one. No one. I panicked. Where did he go? Was I too engrossed on my phone that I didn't notice him leave? Was he playing a prank on me?
I held the bags together and and headed
straight for the sc
