“What the actual fuck did you say?” Well gasped. He was sorry that he was not able to prevent himself from saying it aloud. The taxi cab driver turned around, thinking it was him that Well was talking to. Well was quick to ask for his apology. Afterwards, he went back to whispering on the phone. “I think you better be hurry. This is something we cannot talk about over the phone. Quick and come over so we can talk about it personally,” Well whispered as he knocked the phone on his head. He did not know what was that for, but he figured it might help. “Bye for now.” He ended the call without waiting for Allen Mar to say a word or at least bid his temporary good bye.Not that I am trying to eavesdrop, sir, but whatever it was that you and the other person was talking about, it sounded intense,” the taxi cab driver said as he smirked to Well through the reflection on the rear view mirror.Well was shocked. And somehow, if he had to admit it, he felt a little spark of nervousness revisitin

“Wow! That was honestly the rudest thing I have heard for today. It is entirely too early for that but look at him, firing shots at this hour in the morning. Such inconsiderate, pedophile, hypocrite monster,” whispered the boy who was sitting beside Well all this time, but he was too focused to the front so much so that he did not able to recognize that he actually had a seatmate. Sure enough, that must have offended the teacher if only he heard it.Luckily the guy was, the teacher was unfortunate enough to miss that roasting party. Well turned his head to his right, to the direction of his seatmate, and then looked at him with so much contemplation and admiration, because the fact that he could say those words in front of the person he meant could tell so much about how unbothered and brave he was for calling the teacher out despite him being intimidated. “Wow, your words. I did not know there is someone in this room capable of saying that,” Well whispered back to the person beside

“What are you planning to do?” Well felt the need of asking that specific question to Arjay because the very moment he heard him cursing about their terror subject teacher, he felt that something was off. There was an urge. A strong feeling of anguish and anger, strong enough that he felt he could kill a person just by his words coming off his mouth. “Nothing. I just think he needs some lessons. He needs to learn. And sometimes, in order to learn something, you need to do it the hard way. And by saying the hard way, do you what I mean?” There was a smirk on his face. A creepy, lunatic and revengeful face marking his face. It was not a pleasant view to see for Well. Well looked away. He did not want to get engaged with that kind of question, but at the same time, he could not dodge it. He had to deal with it. “Uhm, actually, I have no idea what you are talking about. What do you mean by that?” “Very simple, to be honest,” he replied. “I just want to prank him, or land him a play, so

“I recognize that voice!” Well yelled as soon as he heard the voice that echoed through the door of the detention room, coming from the other side of the wall. “Me, too. I think we can both agree that it is. . .” Right before Arjay could even finish his sentence, Well chimed in. “Allen Mar,” unexpectedly, they said in unison.After a short eye for an eye contact, Well quickly headed to the door and then banged it as loud and as hard as he could. He was trying to make himself be heard to get help. They badly needed it. They badly needed someone to open the door for them or else the mess will even get messier. If they would not escape– or in this case, escape with the hell of a friend, then they most likely would not make it before the class in the afternoon would be over. “Hey! Allen Mar, is that you? Please, we need your help! We have to get out of this room now!” Well shouted on top of his lungs. Beside him, Arjay Macmillian was silent for almost ten seconds. Until one moment, som

The door creaked open, and a very familiar figure swept the doorway with intimidating aura, and a shadow that painted the path black. A strong gust of wind yelled with glee, as the curtains danced along the rhtyhm in the air. Well and Arjay, while their heart beated to their fastest, were left unmoved on their spots as they followed the figure with their eyes. It might have felt scary and anxious, but the two managed to compose themselves as they trusted the possibility that Allen Mar had already found his place to hide on. He was in a safer spot. Much safer to where the two boys sent in the detention room were. He was hiding behind the giant cupboard, stuck between two long and narrow bookshelves brimming with thick, old literature books and bulky encyclopedias. Although he was inhaling all the dusts and feeling all the heat, he could rest assure that he will not be busted for as long as he was hiding in there. Meanwhile, the real burden of concerns would be on the side of both Well