chapter forty-two
Dear Ashton,
We need to talk.
Ashton shuddered as he read the note, peeling off an attached piece of paper from the back. He glanced at the address written before absentmindedly shutting his locker. Previously, he had checked the locker for any other notes. But the one he held and shoved into his backpack was the only one of its kind.
Vague much?, Ashton thought to himself as he headed to AP English, where he found out there was a substitute replacing Hemmings.
Even with the teacher absent, Ashton knew exactly who that note came from.
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