At Breakfast the next day a folder is thrown in front of me as the trio sit down. I glance up at them without even acknowledging the folder. Tayor looks to be in good spirits, her hair swishing back and forth as she takes in the dining room. Chris also looks around, taking in the other students before he leans in.
"So what is this place?"
I look at him in confusion, surely he must be kidding, however by the looks on all their faces I can see that he isn't.
"Wait, so you're telling me that you entered a potentially dangerous building without checking it out first?"
They all look away guilty, though Damion does scoff to himself. My attention snaps straight to him, my eyebrow raising.
"What?"
He rolls his eyes before leaning back in his chair.
"I mean, how dangerous could this place be?"
The room goes silent, everyone turning to the table. While Damion might have thought he was safe, key word being might, he no longer was. His face had paled at the silence, realising that while everyone in the room was having their own conversations they were still listening to ours. I felt like laughing but I held it in, not wanting to bruise his ego any further.
"What did you think this place is?"
Tayor flicks her eyes around the room in confusion avoiding answering, Chris fiddles with his hands while Damion just stares straight ahead; straight at me. I sigh and roll my eyes before picking up the folder, flicking through it. My eyes once again immediately shift to the images of how the people had died, searching them for any evidence that the person who did it wasn't the person I thought it was. After a while I go back to scan the papers, eventually zeroing in on a little detail that I almost miss.
"Who are the Kamprillos'"
Tayor and Chris snap their heads up with a grin, but it is Damion who worries me the most. He snatches the folder out of my hands and scans the words before groaning out loud, throwing it back down onto the table.
"Are you kidding me!"
He roughly pulls out a iPhone from his pocket, dialling and obviously memorised number. After a few moments a scowl sets on his face and he throws his phone to the table before looking at Tayor.
"Hand me your phone"
Without a word she grabs it out of her jacket pocket and slides it across the table. My eyebrows raise when Damion enters her password and starts dialling the number again. Within seconds the person answers.
"I need to talk to the director of the Junior Division"
His voice is hard and his hands are in fists.
"What the hell Michael!"
Tayor and Chris are still grinning, leaning back in their chairs as they watch Damion go off. Michael sets alarm bells off for me though. I search my memory for that name, struggling to match a face to the name. Eventually it comes to me. I suck in a breath and look back up, watching Damion continue to rant down the phone.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME! Change it, I refuse to get them involved ... No I do not think you understand ... This is their safety we're talking about. If the idiot gets a wind of them it is game over ... No shit Michael! ... Sure they've helped before ... No! You heard me, it's not happening ... I don't care if you are my superior, I said no!"
It becomes too much, I snatch the phone from his grasp holding it to my ear, listening at first.
"Damion, this is the only way, their safety is top priority and you know it. Hell they're your parents, I'm certain that nothing will happen to them ... Damion ... Damion are you even listening to me?"
I start giggling, completely out of character. Everyone is watching now as I stand there giggling.
"Who is this?"
I start laughing now while Damion sends me glares, reaching out to take the phone back. I move out of his way. Walking out the dining room doors and through the empty halls.
"What have you done to Damion?"
My laughs turn to snorts, tears running down my face, a stitch forming above my stomach.
"Damn it! Who are you?"
The sound of a crash on the other side of the phone causes my laughs to silence, the situation no longer funny.
"Hello Michael, this is Denatonium..."