(Malory)
It’s Friday. Kyle hasn’t been to school since Tuesday. Does this delinquent know how much of a pain in the ass it is to have to come up with lies and excuses to tell the teachers at rehearsals when he doesn’t show up? It’s not like I can just tell them he’s busy. What kind of excuse is that?
After rehearsals, Olivia meets me at the doors of the auditorium.
“Here are Kyle’s notes,” she says. “You have some time today, no? Could you drop them off for me? I’ll appreciate it.”
I scoff and take the notes, “This boy is such a delinquent, I swear to god. No problem, though. I’ll go over there and give him this along with a piece of my mind –and maybe my fist, too.”
“I messaged him,” Ron says, “He just keeps saying he’s busy, he’s busy, he’s busy. He promised he would start telling me what’s going on.” He rolls his eyes and sighs.
Looks like Kyle and I are on the same page again. He told Ron that he would open up to him more and I told Olivia to trust me until I tell he everything. We’re both such jokes.
“I’ll tell you guys what’s going on, don’t worry,” I say, leaving.
As I leave the compound, walk up the hill and call out to a taxi, I get a message.
Kyle: Don’t go to the house.
Huh?
How do you even know that I was going to-
-My message tone rings again.
Kyle: You won’t find me there.
Me: Then where are you? Olivia nagged me into bringing you notes. Ron says the only thing you’re telling him is that you’re busy
just like you told me you would be
Kyle: Just don’t go to the house, Lloyd.
Me: where the hell are you, Davidson?
When he doesn’t reply, I call him, and he cuts the call off before even answering. I call again. He cuts it off again. I call. He cuts.
Kyle: alright, alright. Stop calling me! I can’t answer the phone right now
Me: where. are. you.
Kyle: I’m
Me: ?
you’re?
Kyle: I’m out of the country.
You’re what!?