"Well if it isn't Mr. Popular," said a tall boy with slicked-back hair and an arrogant smirk plastered across his face—Devon S.—the college's notorious troublemaker known for stirring drama among students. Arya's demeanor shifted slightly; tension crackled between them like static electricity.
"What do you want, Devon?" Arya asked coolly without missing a beat.
Devon leaned closer with an unsettling grin. "Just thought I'd remind everyone who runs this place." His gaze flickered toward me briefly before returning to Arya.
"Don't get too comfortable; things can change quickly around here." A chill ran down my spine as Devon walked away, leaving an unsettling silence behind him.
"What was that all about?" Ziya asked curiously while Julie looked between us nervously.
Arya dismissed it but I noticed a flicker of concern intertwined with determination that drew my attention. "Don't worry about him," he said with forced nonchalance. "He's all talk."
But as we resumed our conversation about classes and campus life, I couldn't help but feel that Devon's words held more weight than anyone realized—and that perhaps secrets were lurking beneath the surface at Greenwood High waiting to be uncovered......
Later that evening, as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, I replayed the events of the day in my mind. Arya's laughter echoed in my ears, but so did Devon's ominous warning.
What could he possibly mean?
Was there really something sinister happening at school?
OHH...GOD!.....😩😩🤯.....enough😮💨😮💨😮💨
I decided then that I needed to dig deeper—to understand not only what was going on around me but also what role Arya played in this unfolding mystery.
The next day at Lunch
I approached Julie and Ziya with newfound determination. "I think we should investigate a bit more about Ravi and his crew," I suggested cautiously.
Ziya raised an eyebrow but nodded slowly. "You might be onto something."
Julie clapped her hands excitedly. "Yes! Let's find out what makes him tick!"
As we plotted our next steps over lunch, I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. Greenwood High was turning out to be much more than just a school; it was a labyrinth of secrets waiting for us to uncover them.