So, I didn't update yesterday because our power went out and my computer was just being the literal worst...but now the update is here!
I was in the mess hall, earplugs in, sketching an underwater shipwreck, eating the chicken that they had on Wednesdays, alone.
Wyatt sat down on one of the four empty seats that were there, plopping his tray down on the table. “Wow,” he said, nodding to my sketch. “You’re awesome at that. I really like that one.”
I looked up, Wyatt was grinning at me. It was the first time he’d sat anywhere that wasn’t the seat he’d been sitting in since I’d seen him – and yet, he was smiling.
“What?” I asked.
“I have a plan,” he said.
Wyatt’s plan consisted of breaking into Vice Principal Dickers’ office and seeing what we could find. When I reminded him that Gavin had already tried that, he reminded me that Gavin Gallagher wasn’t the most trustworthy person in the world.
I waited until Ava was asleep to sneak out. I didn’t want her to know about this part of the investigation. And I knew that she’d absolutely make a big deal about me sneaking out with Wyatt.
I found Wyatt in the hall. He was looking down at his shoes, squeezing the rubble ball, looking kind of unsure of himself, like he was rethinking his whole plan.
You and me both.
“Hey,” I whispered.
He looked up, startled. His gaze softened when he saw that it was just me. He smiled a little and said, “Huh.”
Wyatt shook his head, “It’s just…your eyes. They’re actually really pretty. I like how dark they are. I guess I’d never seen them so close.”
It was then that I realized that I was staring him directly in the eyes. It wasn’t even something I was trying to do. I just did it. Although, now that I realized I was doing it, I averted my eyes.
I felt my face warm, and I felt warm inside as well. I smiled. “Thank you,” I whispered.
I glanced up and saw Wyatt smile again – his cheeks just slightly pink – then say, “We should go.”
I nodded and followed him to the dark, looming, tombstone-shaped administration building. Was it just me, or had more ivy grown over it since the last time? I didn’t understand why Vice Principal Dickers didn’t just cut the ivy.
Wyatt put a hand on the doorknob. I caught his wrist just before he could turn it.
“What?” He asked.
“What if there’s a sensor connected to an alarm?”
Wyatt shrugged, “Gavin slipped in here with no problem.”
I bit my lip and let go of his wrist, letting turn the knob. Just as he eased the door open, a loud alarm went off, blaring and flashing red lights.
I put my hands over my ears and shut my eyes tightly. It’s gonna be okay, I tried telling myself. It’ll be okay. Somehow, I wasn’t so sure I believed that.
At that moment, I heard Vice Principal Dickers’ booming voice over the alarm, “What is going on here?”