Chapter 25

I heard a faint warmth voice that I couldn't really hear, so I opened my eyes slowly, my vision was really blurry, and I had to squint my eyes to get my vision back. I found myself lying on the floor of the hallway, unable to get up due to a slight headache. 

"Hey, Adam, are you there?" Jackson yelled over the radio. I looked around for the radio, and when I found it on the floor near me, I reached out and picked it up. 

"Hey Jack, where the fuck are you?" he yelled. “I thought you were  attacked,” he added "I'm in the pavilion hallway," I muttered. "All right, stay right there; I'll be there shortly," Jack promised.

While I waited for him, I struggled to sit up. I guess I was unconscious for a long time. The game had begun. I could hear the commentator and the spectators from a distance, and they were showing their support. 

When Jack arrived, he rushed over to me, kneeling in front of me and asking, "Are you all right?" "Yeah, I'm fine," I said, sighing. "Let me get you up," he said as he assisted me in getting back on my feet.

"Can you walk by yourself, and how did you end up here?" he inquired. "Thank you; I can walk by myself," I replied. "We ran into each other not long after you left with Bella. He was changing into a black hoodie. I challenged him on the fact that he had not apologized to me. He launched me into the air before I could finish speaking "I disclosed. "Oh, shit, that would be fucking painful," he commiserated.

"Yeah," I replied, feeling sorry for having to lie to Jack in exchange for keeping my secret safe. "Have you seen Bryan?" I inquired. "I looked around and didn't see Bryan," he expressed concern.

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We had gathered in the pavilion. The game was still in progress. I looked at the scoreboard. There had yet to be a goal scored by either team. 

The game was entertaining because both teams were struggling to score, the referee blew his whistle for a foul, and after a member of the school soccer team engaged in rough tackling, the referee booked him for a yellow card, then a red card, sending him off the field. 

The crowd was dissatisfied with the players' actions. He walked out of the pitch, turning around. He was the one whopicked Lora up this morning.

While he was walking off the field, the referee blew his whistle to begin the game. He entered the building and made his way to the locker room. 

I noticed the beast following him into the doorway. This morning, before I went to school, I remembered the man in the hoodie on the other side of the street; he had to be the one. 

I was curious as to why he was following him, so I slipped out of Jack's sight. 

I entered the corridor on my way to the locker room. On my way there, I transformed. When I saw Bryan's back view in the hallway, I came to a halt and hid in a corner.