𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 ( 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡 )

𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣

CHAPTER SEVEN

i spy

"where are we meeting him," asked maeve, walking behind me through the crowd of people leaving school, threatening to scuff my shoes. i was aimlessly wandering.

"yeah," i said blankly.

"hello? y/n." she snapped her fingers around my ears almost theatrically.

"i like walker?" i asked maeve in a zombie-like manner. i had been a zombie the whole day -- my body was moving with the power of my auto-pilot academics, but my mind was not with me. it was somewhere six feet underground in a graveyard, waiting for the dirt to be dug up.

"we already discussed this."

"the last thing i remember was me texting you."

"that was fourth period. are you sure you don't need to go to the nurse? she's probably still here after school."

"no. right now, what we need to do is find walker." i realized then that i had no way of contacting him. no phone number. no... telekinesis! all possible options were unavailable to us.

i pulled maeve and i into the next little alcove in the hall, where there would be less people to talk over. "do you think i should... d.m. him on instagram? no, that wouldn't work. he's probably flooded with thousands of those daily. he wouldn't be able to pick me out from a sea of twelve-year-old videostar percy jackson editors."

"true." maeve paused, scratching her head. "maybe we could follow the paparazzi? looks like they're back," she said, pointing out the window behind me.

i headed across the hall and peered out the window, noticing that they seemed to be trailing after something. then i saw what could have been walker or a mannequin with a curly blond wig. he was being concealed by two people i didn't recognize. they guided him toward a dark gray car, where he got in and drove away.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

maeve and i decided to hang out at mine anyway. we had to finish the partner work ( thanks jake. ) and get all our other homework done. we sat at our usual place, in the breakfast nook.

"i actually want to kill mr fennel," maeve growled.

"but then you wouldn't be getting educated on brutal wars, you're favorite thing!" i pouted.

"aw shucks!"

we were laughing when my phone buzzed. it was right next to my binder in which i was working. a notification from instagram: "walker.scobell requested to follow you."

"okay, i guess we don't have to try and d.m. him. he just added me," i said. i opened the app, waiting impatiently as it loaded in. i pressed "accept" and waited for what i expected was some kind of message.