It wasn’t even five minutes into class when a couple of uniforms walked in flashing badges. For some reason my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I didn’t know why until I looked over a few rows and noticed an empty seat.
Anya’s empty seat.
The fair and everything that happened rushed back. Dash and Keenan drove off with them and Keiran hasn’t said a word but I knew they had to have taken them to him. Whatever I was expecting them to do in retaliation didn’t end with them, or rather, Anya not showing up to school. Maybe she’s out sick.
The other students started to get riled as the two officers spoke to our teacher.
“Class settle down. The police are looking for Anya Risdell and Trevor Reynolds and are asking for our full cooperation. Every student will be scheduled for an individual interview with your parents over the next few days. They ask if you have any information on their disappearance you come forth with it as soon as possible.
Just then one of the officer’s eyes connected with mine and I recognized him as the partner of Trevor’s dad and the one who cuffed Keiran the night of the break-in. Shit. His was grilling me with his eyes and I fidgeted in my seat, nervously. My phone buzzed in my pocket so I pulled it out, thankful for the distraction from the officer.
K: R u ok?
Lake: No…
K: I’ll take care of it.
Lake: Like you took care of them?
K: Jeez, Lake. Don’t say that shit over the phone.
Lake: Sorry. I don’t know what to do.
K: Be there in two.
No matter how much I tried I couldn’t tamp down the nervous feelings or the bile that steadily rose. Keiran appeared in the doorway and walked right in. He ignored the officers who were talking to the class and my teacher who looked pretty pissed off but didn’t say anything. He walked up to my desk, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up from the seat. I hurriedly grabbed my bag just in case I didn’t or couldn’t come back.
“You are quickly putting me on every teacher’s shit list you know.”
“At least we’ll be together,” he smirked.
“Keiran what did you do?” I asked once we were out of earshot. He backed me into the lockers and rested his forearm above my head.
“I was caring,” he answered sarcastically. “The less you know the better. This is my shit.”
“Someone could have saw them being taken.”
“Let me worry about that. You don’t know anything. That’s what you tell them when they ask.”
“But I do know something!” He narrowed his eyes and I felt that familiar chill that I mistakenly thought was long gone.
“So what do you plan to tell them?”
“Don’t do that. You don’t get to look at me as if I already betrayed you. I don’t owe you anything.”
Instead of responding he took my lips with his, opening me up for his tongue, which I took greedily. The stress and fear of our current situation had me needy and trying to climb his body right there in the hallway. “Do you want to get out of here?” he asked, lifting his lips from mine.
“I would like that very much but I can’t. I have a test coming up and a project due in Art next period. Are you leaving?”
He shook his head. “I’m not leaving you here alone.”
“My hero,” I whispered, smiling teasingly up at him. When he flinched and his gaze became murderous, I remembered his feelings about heroes. His reaction made me think it was more than just an opinion.
The police officers came out the room and cast us hard glances. I looked back at them nervously. I was probably giving everything away with my face. Keiran’s back was turned so he didn’t see them come out. I was distracted from their scrutiny when Keiran used his thumb to rub small circles over my lower stomach, just as I was about to warn him.