She unfolded the note in the empty hallway by the lockers. Inside, in that same sharp handwriting:
She clicked the record button.
It smelled like old dust and warm electronics. Kael stood by the projector table, his silhouette cut by the sliver of light from the high window.
“Pretending?”
Trinity does what I want her to do. Meet me in the old AV room after sixth period. Don’t tell anyone.
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“Trinity does what I say,” Kael repeated softly. “No. Trinity does what she knows is right.”
Any sane person would have crumbled it up. Called it creepy. Walked away.
“If I do this,” she said slowly, “I’ll lose everything. My spot on the squad. My friends. My… place.” She unfolded the note in the empty hallway by the lockers
Sixth period ended. She told her friend Sophie she had a migraine. She lied to Coach Harris about feeling faint. Then she slipped down the north corridor, past the trophy case that hadn’t been dusted since the 90s, and pushed open the heavy door of the AV room.
Kael pulled a small voice recorder from his hoodie pocket. “I want you to tell the truth. Not for me. For Liam. And for the girl Marcus hurt last semester that everyone ‘forgot’ about.”
“That you’re happy all the time. That you don’t notice the cracks. That you didn’t see what happened in the parking lot last week.” His voice was low, even. “You saw Marcus shove Liam into a car door. You saw it, and you smiled and waved like the world was a parade.” Kael stood by the projector table, his silhouette
“You said ‘Trinity does what I say,’” she replied, closing the door behind her. “So what do you want?”
And for the first time, she spoke not as the school’s sunshine, but as herself. End of part one.