Just tell her you were with coach. She'll. . . understand."She stops and shoots me a look, then shakes her head."You people are seriously fucked up."I...stand and pull her to me, leaning down for a last kiss."See you at lunch, baby," I murmur, easing back. I retrieve my towels and head up the aisle."Aren't you glad you transferred?"------------ 2"You sure this is alright, Kis? I can't get into trouble, got enough shit to worry about with classes and practise." We're good, Cam, nothing to worry. He had delivered his warning, and Danica's question had been answered beyond doubt. She was a prisoner here, and someone would prevent her from leaving in any fashion without permission.She found a stairway plunging downward into the wall after a while, and curiously descended. She discovered a hallway and several rooms hidden within the wall. From time to time, she passed guards on patrol and the occasional servant, but none seemed to pay her any heed.She found more descending stairs, and. Itfeels as if he has been able to expel some of the anger out."I really am sorry Kevin. That I caused you hurt. I promise I won't everbring it up again. Anything about the past you. And I won't use any ofmy psychobabble on you any more either. My intentions really are comingfrom the right place. I think I'm just trying to hang on until skankmode kicks in." Do you ever consider the possibility of what will happen if itdoesn't?" His demeanor has definitely softened though."What do you mean?" I. “~I’m glad you all followed my instruction and texted me your numbers!~” It was a group text sent to Lance, Melanny and Kellsey from Felicia.“What instructions?” Lance asked. It was five minutes to the end of his last class. Luckily the lesson was over, and everyone was just relaxing.“They were on those cards, silly. And you didn’t need one; we already had each others numbers.” Lance sighed. She’d muscled it out of him a long while back. “Anywho; all of you meet me in the band hallway, after.