Chapitre 229: The Evidence

It was the morning, and the sun was glinting through the window. I dressed up, brushed my teeth, walked downstairs to only see Mom sleeping on the couch.

Nonetheless I walked outside to get to the bus, and I entered quickly. I looked towards the back where Greg was sitting.

He was sitting by the kids at the back, where a lot of noise was produced. I felt a bit nervous going back there, but I was slowly feeling acceptance as I reached there.

"What's good, Connor," Greg said, dabbing me up. Now I don't mean the 2016 dab, not that one. The handshake dab. "So, are we just gonna talk here or…" I asked, which Greg shrugged. "I don't know. Has Nikki responded yet?"

I gave him a widened look, but Greg chuckled. "It's fine," Greg said. "Just be normal."

"Alright, but if anything happens," I said to him. Greg sighed. "Fulton called me last night, right after you left."