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Thomas straightened his shirt as he made his way towards his next period, when he saw a Latino looking guy slouched on the wall, angrily typing on his phone. Thomas cocked an eyebrow when he saw a girl he knew, Veronica drop a piece of paper near the guy, which from Thomas' point of view, seemed to be on purpose. He smirked ever so lightly, shaking his head, when he heard his phone go off from his pocket. Another text from 'A'.

What did you do this Summer? Wrecked another guys life? Killed your friend, what was his name, Blake? Just remember, ghosts don't rest until they get revenge - A Thomas stopped. He felt almost dizzy for a second. Rereading the text repeatedly, he was partially unable of processing what was just sent to him. Blake... He looked down at his feet, emotions swarming within his body-- Just from a text message. Suddenly, he turned around, narrowing his eyes at the guy leaning on the wall, with his cellphone in hand. He stared at him for a few seconds before turning back around, his phone still clutched tightly in his hand, and kept on walking. No.. Nobody knows about that. He gritted his teeth, as he turned around a corner, seeing a blur of various faces, him being unable to focus. He brought his phone to his hands and opened a text message, planning to send it to 'A'. Who the fuck is this? I swear, if you tell a-- He stopped. Breathing for a moment, he exited out of the message and hesitantly placed his phone back into his pocket, continuing on towards American History, no longer greeting anyone on his way there.