A door creaked in the hallways of Wenscott Academy. The eerie sound echoed through the mostly deserted corridors of the school.
Rick leaned against a locker. He was staring off into space, daydreaming when Nicole approached.
She called out to him, but he didn't respond. She smacked him to jolt him back to reality. The surprised look on his face clearly asked the question why she whacked his arm like that.
"You're not listening to me," Nicole said in response to his look.
"Sorry. I was just thinking about us."
That certainly got her attention. "Us?"
"I didn't mean 'us,' I mean there really isn't an us, like me and you were um, we were-"
"We were what?" She looked him straight in the eye. Nicole couldn't wait to hear how this story concluded.
The sound of a kid slamming a loc
