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Spencer's POV

"Hello? Ms. Hastings?" Ms. Welsh snapped.

I sat twisting and turning around in Math, rubbing my lower back as the sharp ache that was shooting through dulled.

"Yes, Ms. Welsh?" I blinked innocently.

"I said, what is the answer to number four?"

I glanced at my notebook, "Twelve hundred and fifty four thousandths."

Her eyes seemed to bore into my skull, searching for a fragment of a confession to cheating on my assignment. After a moment of this, she glanced towards me, back to the black chalkboard, and finally answered.

"Yes, Ms. Hastings, that is correct."

She briskly walked to the front of the classroom once more, and started to write the night's homework assignment.

My phone beeped, vibrating against my arm. There was a text from Hanna, along with a picture of her making a rather confused face.

Spence, what the hell was that? You never get questions on homework right...so who's the new nerd? Hermie?

OMG. NO. I asked my stupid lab partner, Tim Crossworow, for the answers.

"Class dismissed," Ms. Welsh hissed, over the shrieking of the bell.

I sighed. Class was finally over, and it would be lunch in fifteen minutes, the only time of school where teachers aren't watching your every move.

As I swung my bookbag over my shoulder, I flinched in pain. The sharp, stabbing pain was back. I rubbed my shoulder, trying to get some sort of relief or comfort from the ache.

"Uh, Spencer? Are you okay?" Emily murmured.

I gave a flashy smile towards the girls, "Yeah, of course."

"We were going to head to lunch...Are you coming with?"

I really was desperate for a slim chance of escaping work, but my shoulder really hurt.

"No, I have a test to retake for Science? Or was it History? Anyways, I'll see you guys later then."

"Sure."

They left, and I stood there wondering what I was going to do now. I could leave school, and go to a pharmacy, but I could get caught, especially with the guard looking out for me. There was the option of catching up with the girls and going to lunch, but my shoulder would still ache.

Of course, there was one more option to choose from. I could go to the nurse's office. But I knew the nurse, and we had a very...interesting past. I hadn't seen her for a few years, but still...

I needed to go there. My brain screamed everytime I took a step forward, closer to the room, but the pain is agonizing.

I wobble forward, clutching onto the doorknob for dear life as I steady myself against the rough door. I was glad no one was out roaming the halls, to see me like this. How weak I was acting.

"Spencer Hastings? Is that you dear?"

I scramble around, twisting my shoulder as I turn. I let out a whisper of a cry, and watch as my former friend Nurse Rose stands in front of me.

"Oh, honey, it is you. What happened dear? Come on in."

She pulls me onto my feet, and instead of protesting, I willingly let her pull me in, not caring if anyone were to walk in.

The white room looks the same, plain white walls cover the area, various medical instruments lay on a metal tray. A boy lies there, eyes closed, unconscious. His body shifts for a moment, and I ignore it and follow Nurse Rose into the cramped bathroom.

"Here wash up, and come on out when you're done." She motions towards my arm, which is covered slightly with dried blood.

She exits the room, and I turn on the leaky faucet. The tap water runs over my hands, and I start to scrub the dried blood off as I rinse off.

When I walk out, Nurse Rose is now dressed in a white coat that covers her floral patterned shirt and skirt. The boy who was laying down on the metal bed is now gone, no trace of his whereabouts whatsoever.

She steps forward, motioning for me to sit down. I slink forward, body tense as I finally settle down.

"So, Spencer, I haven't seen you in a while. Students talk about you from time to time, but what have you been up to these past few years?"

"Oh, um, going to school, joining all the dance committees, hanging out with friends, you know, the usual things teenage girls do."

She leans over me, putting gauze over the cut on my wrist, "And what about Debate Team?"

I want to die when she asks that question. Debate and I, well, we had a interesting past.

I feel absolutely insane, and being dehydrated didn't help that at all.

"Listen Caleb, I-" A boy's voice seems to whisper.

I was so dehydrated to the point of hallucinations, because when I turned around, there was no one else in sight.

"I-...No, I won't be entering this year. I just don't think that's want I want to do anymore."

She finished wrapping the gauze. "Oh, well, just let me know if you change your mind. My husband finds you a delight you know."

She patted my back as to comfort me, but all I felt in that moment was the intense electricity that followed. I flinched in pain, and wanted to scream.

"Do you have a cut dear?"

I nodded my head, not wanting to do anything else. "Ow. Ow. Ow." I had moved my shoulder, and once again I felt so weak.

"Here, let me have a look."

I wanted to object, I really did. But the pain was so intense. I lifted up my blouse, watching as the pain overtook me.

"Hmm...it seems you have a burn, probably from friction."

All of a sudden a loud metal thud was heard from the bathroom.

"W-What was that?"

Nurse Rose and I walked closer to the door.

"Now Spencer, it's probably nothing."

"But...what if..."

"It's alright. On the count of three, I'm going to open this door."

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three."

She yanked open the door, and we stood face to face with...a hooded figure in black, head stuck in the cabinet underneath the sink?

"Oh, dear...What do we have here?"

I look at the hooded figure. I can tell he's a boy, because of his shoes, and his rough, masculine hands.

"Y-You mean he saw me undressing?"

Nurse Rose walks forward, tugging the boy's body forcefully.

"He seems to be stuck."

I shriek once more. "Is it Noel Kahn? Jeremy Osario?"

I take in a deep breath, inhaling the warm air. "Um, can we pull him out?"

Nurse Rose shakes her head. I briskly walk forward, and begin to tug the figure's waist. The boy flies backward, and I step forward, ready to unmask the pervert.

A low rumbling sound emits from the sink, and the next thing I know, water is spraying everywhere, dousing me with the water, as the hooded figure retreats, and runs from sight.

But there was one thing. One thing I noticed before he ran away. A tattoo, just below his abdomen, with the words, "901 Free At Last".

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