Heaven And Hell novel Chapter 81

I stared at her, then at the note. "Yeah, Kells, you too."

As I waited for my time to come up, I leaned on my cart and opened the note.

Keller, meet me in the second storage room. East wing. See you after school.

-C

Was this some kind of sick joke? Whoever wrote this stupid note was a moron. But still...I was curious. Howerver, this person might kidnap me! He might strangle me, kill me! Who knows? There might be the Strangler inside the school campus.

But I was still curious.

With a sigh, I placed the note inside my pocket and checked my watch. My fifteen minutes were up. Groaning, I pushed my cart, not realizing then that Michael left his table as well, leaving his group behind.

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Calculus was about to be done, and it was my last subject for the day.

I couldn't shake the feeling inside me. What was it? In my hands, opened and re-opened for the hundredth time, was the letter that Kelly gave me, who was mistaken to be me.

Well, Kelly and I were both called Kells at some point. And our lockers were one locker away from each other. Still. It had my name written on the note. Keller, not Kelly.

"Now for your final homework --"

All the students began to whine.

Our teacher ignored us and gave us our task for the day. With that, the bell rang and everyone quickly got up from their seats, leaving the room with such speed, it was a miracle nobody got hurt in the stampede they created.

I walked out of them room, adjusting my mailman bag and my books. I checked the note again, furrowing my brows at the sender.

C?

C?

Who the hell was C???

Maybe Clint Hefford? Well, if he liked me, then he wouldn't have mistaken Kelly's locker with mine, right? So it wasn't him. I thought about all the guys with names starting with the letter C, but I only knew a few.

Or maybe it was a girl?

Oh crap, why would it be a chick?

Whatever. I'd find out soon enough.

"Whoever you are, C, you better make my time worth it. I don't want to die," I grumbled, marching my way toward the east wing.

The place was deserted, but I heard some scuffling inside the second storage room. I knew that place. It was filled with utility items. You could say it was the janitor's closet, but the school was too fancy so they named it the "second storage room."

With a snort, I walked toward the door and pulled it open, a scowl on my face.

"You," I scoffed, masking my surprise. I crossed my arms. "What do you want?"

"I'm not trying to 'pull' anything!" he boomed, looking annoyed and somewhat offended.

What did he have to act all offended for?

"You lying bastard!" I accused.

He gaped. "I'm not lying!"

"Well, you are! You wouldn't know that I knew you were lying if you thought your lie would work on me, now, would you?"

Michael and I both looked kind of confused about that because I was literally rambling, but GOD, why did he always have to act like an ass? Why did he always have to be such a jerk when he wanted to be?

"You're a hypocrite. You're a lying hypocrite."

Michael stomped toward my direction and zoomed his face close to my own. "We both made a mistake, Keller," he clarified, acting all calm and collected while I was already furiously hysterical. "We both had a bloody row and a massive misunderstanding. Think about that."

I pushed him away, stomping my foot and crossing my arms huffily. "Why do you have to always, always make me feel like I'm such a little kid? Don't you patronize me, Michael."

"I'm not patronizing you," Michael bit off, clenching and unclenching his fists to release his anger and frustration toward me. "You're plainly acting childish."

I gaped in shock, then all I saw was red. Red, red, red. Why, you --!" I grabbed the janitor's items neatly stacked on the shelf beside me, throwing one bottle of detergent and toilet cleaner after the other.

Unfortunately, Michael was too fast for me. He ducked, he jumped to the side, he swatted the bottles away like he was frigging Spider-Man, for crying out loud. And the room wasn't even that big. This got me angrier, so I looked for something hard, and I saw a -- oh, great. I was holding a flyswatter.