CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

No, she couldn’t stop the collision.

Before she could call out to David to stop him, he’d crashed, forcefully, into…

Their class teacher. Mr. Reginald.

Of all people, at all places.

Really?

David groaned in pain at the impact of their clash. “Couldn’t you watch where you're go—“, he froze.

“I was wondering exactly the same thing, Mr. Hendren. Then again, it would have been much better if it was a person I didn’t know to be a student of my class, supposed to be in school at this time, in P.E.”, Reginald smiled sarcastically at David.

“Shoot.”

“Shoot indeed, young man”, he looked past him to find that Rayna was with David too, “and you as well young lady, although finding you here is a bit of a surprise.”

Rayna face-palmed herself and shook her head, but she said nothing. She just looked back and forth between David and Reginald.

“I’ll lead the way then. Shall we, students?”, Reginald began walking ahead of them.