I sigh as I take a seat on the bus to Little Oaks High School. The first day of my freshman year at high school. After the 3-day weekend (thanks to Memorial Day), I'm ready to go back to agonizing school. Actually, school is something I look forward to everyday. I love to learn new things and all, it's just all the work. Not to brag or anything, but I'm a straight A student, so I'm in the honor roll. It's great, not having any adult bugging you about school work.

The bus's engine whirs, and the vehicle slowly begins to accelerate. I watch as houses, cars, and trees pass by. I feel my eyes begin to close, and I shake my head. I can't get much sleep lately, not with the entire Ezio and Dad mystery. I lean my head against the window. Why is my life like this?

I yelp when I feel something cold press against my neck, and I quickly lean forward. I hear laughter behind me and my eyes narrow before I turn see to a face I know too well. He grins at me, barely containing his laughter.

"How's it going, Ren?" he chuckles with a cold soda in his hand, tilting it back and forth. I sigh before giving a half-hearted smile. Daniel Reverend, another one of my only friends. I've been friends with him since childhood. He's actually first in my best friends list, even if he's a prankster. He's always at my side, like the time when I was old enough to understand the event of my dad leaving us. Anyway, Daniel's a bit popular in school, and his friendship with me is something his friends don't like, so we try our best to keep it subtle. He also knows about my ancestor mystery.

"Hey, Renia~" his voice sings mockingly. "Earth to Renia?" He leans forward and arches an eyebrow. "You've been thinking about that Ezio guy, haven't you?" I shake out of my thoughts and stutter,

"H-Huh? Uh..." He sighs and flicks my forehead with his right forefinger, causing me to flinch.

"Don't bother lying. I've already heard from Taylor. So, how was your trip to the library?" I can sense that he's upset that I didn't bother to ask him to come along. He's the kind of guy who's willing to do anything to help. I sigh and look down.

"Sorry, Daniel. Taylor called and I was so determined about solving the mystery..." I felt a pat on my head and look up. Daniel grins.

"You're turning into Nancy Drew," he states.

I blush out of embarrassment and rebut, "Am not!" He chuckles and draws back.

"Don't worry about it. I know how serious you are about this. I understand." He narrows his eyes menacingly. "But, all in all, you better call me next time." I giggle nervously.

"Ha...You got it." I turn around to face the front, shuddering slightly. Daniel can be scary sometimes...

About ten minutes later, our bus arrives in front of our school. The loudness of the other students onboard does not cease as they all disembark and approach the school's front doors, with Daniel and I slowly following them behind. As we step onto the sidewalk, I can't help but inhale the fresh air as a light current of wind blows through the area, carrying leaves upon its waves. I smile and turn to see Daniel smiling at me as well. I arch an eyebrow at him before I tilt my head curiously.

"What?" I ask, giving a little laugh in my question. He simply shrugs, still smiling, and dismisses my question with a wave of his hand.

"Nothing." I shrug before I begin to walk to the school, with Daniel at my side.

As I look around the familiar grounds, my friend decides to ask, "So, what have you found out about your ancestor?" I glance at him before looking down.

"Well...apparently, he knew Leonardo DaVinci." Daniel freezes at that, and he stares bewildered at me.

"Wait, you mean your ancestor-"

"Hey, Renia!" I pause at the familiar voice, and my eyes grow wide. I turn to the call of my name, my mouth slightly open.

"Des-" I am cut off as I feel an arm wrap around my stomach and I sense myself being swung around in a circle in mid-air. I squeal, half out of laughter and half out of shock. His voice laughs as I practically fly in a 360 before he slows down and gently places me back on safe ground. I look up and see the man I have just met yesterday, Desmond Miles. He grins.

"Looks like I found you," he states cheerfully. I give a little laugh before I muster a small smile, glad to see this man before me, but why was he here? My eyes widen at the question and I hastily look around to see dumbfounded students, including Daniel, all of them staring at us, some murmuring amongst themselves. I chuckle nervously before I grab Desmond's arm, who begins protesting and demanding the purpose of my action quite loudly.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he yelps.

I lean to Daniel and whisper, "I'll see you later in History class." He only nods, still staring at Desmond in shock. After Dan's response, I roughly drag Desmond with me as I begin to lead us behind the school.

"Hey! Ren, slow down, will ya?" As we reach the shadows of the back wall of the school, I release Desmond, only to abruptly turn on him with my hands lightly balled into fists.

"Desmond, why are you here?" I ask in a slightly whiny voice. He raises an eyebrow before a cocky smirk plays on his lips.

"What? You're not happy to see me?" I grit my teeth and shake my head, a dust of red on my cheeks.

"Of course-" I pause dumbfounded before I stubbornly stomp my foot. "Agh, that's not the point!" He just smiles. I glare before looking around cautiously. "I mean, think of what would happen if the faculty catches you here, and in a situation like this, no less." My voice is now in a harsh whisper. He shrugs with a little chuckle.

"Don't worry, they won't catch me." I wait for him to give me a reason why. "I'm too stealthy," he finishes. I sigh, giving up on convincing this man to think of the consequences of his presence here.

"Alright. But why are you here?" He blinks.

"Oh yeah..." He digs into his right jeans pocket and pulls out a possession of mine that was once lost to me. "I think you dropped this when you pummeled into me yesterday," he laughs at my shocked expression.

"My wallet!" I cheer as I take it from his hands. My smile widens as I stare at my wallet and I jump into Desmond's arms to hug him. "Thank you so much, Desmond! Without this, I wouldn't have been able to get past school security!" I nuzzle my face into his chest like a hyper child high on sugar. "Thank you so much!" I squeal once more. I hear him laugh and I feel an arm wrap around the small of my back. Then I feel a strong callused hand on my head and Desmond begins to rub my head soothingly, occasionally playing with a lock of my light brown hair.

"Hey, it's no problem," he chuckles. "I was lucky that your school I.D was in there. If it wasn't I would never have found you." I smile and he clears his throat. "So, you gonna keep hold ing on to me, or am I gonna have to pry you off?" he jokes. I blush and jump back, muttering a soft apology. He grins and asks, "Hey, you wanna hang out some time?"

I raise an eyebrow before I grin and reply, "Yeah, that would be great."

Desmond nods. "Alright, I'll call you." I raise an eyebrow in question.

"Wait, how will you call me?" He takes a step back and chuckles.

"I have my ways. Don't worry, you'll know when it's me." I remain silent, as well as skeptical, for a bit before giving in with a smile.

"Yeah, I'll be waiting." He grins before raising a hand to ruffle my hair, causing me to pout and his grin turns into a smile. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blows throughout the school grounds, causing me to yelp and raise my arms to shield my eyes. I can hear the surprised cries from nearby students and the wind roaring in my ears, making me shudder in fear. After a few minutes, when the gale died down, I lower my arms, muttering, "W-wow, that was some wind..." I look up, and my eyes widen when I find no one before me, no Desmond. I look around curiously before raising an eyebrow. "I guess he wasn't kidding when he said he was stealthy..." I muse.

The bell rings and I freeze. "Shit, now I have only 5 minutes to get to class!" I yelp. I begin to run to the front of the school, not noticing the familiar smile that a hidden man was wearing as he watched me enter the school. It slowly turns into a frown.

"I hope I haven't gotten her in danger..." Desmond whispers.

I run through the halls of B wing second floor and I stop at room B225, thankful that the door is closed. Taking a deep breath and arranging my appearance so I wouldn't look like I rushed, I open the door and peek through. My history teacher, Mr. Anders, is facing the holographic board and he clicks on the word Crusades Lesson, which brings up a new holo-screen. The screen has a video playing with soldiers massacring villages of Arabic people.

"Today, class, we're going to go over the Crusades." Mr. Anders index finger lightly touches a glowing holo-square and another screen opens, only with scrolling words and numerous pictures. "In the Crusades, the goal was to take back the place where Jesus Christ was born, The Holy Land of Palestine, which was ruled by the Muslims." As he goes on with the lesson, I take the opportunity to sneak into the classroom. I quietly close the door and I bend down to hide behind the backs of other students as they watch Mr. Anders holo-board. My seat is in the left side of the room, next to one of the many windows. After several silent footsteps, I make it to my seat and I quietly sit down, pulling out my notebook from my bag. I place my bag under my desk and as I did, Daniel, who sits in front of me, turns in his seat to face me. He does not look happy. But why?

He abruptly takes my notebook and places it in front of him, before taking his pencil. He madly scribbles onto the paper and shoves it into my face.

Where were you?! And who the hell was that guy?! I frown and take the notebook, managing to snag his pencil in the process. I write my response and hold it up to Daniel.

His name's Desmond. I met him on the way to the library and apparently I lost my wallet when I bumped into him. He was just here to give it to me. I was talking to him outside of school. He's a friend. You have a problem with that?

Daniel furrows his eyebrows and takes back his pencil before turning around to face the front of the classroom. I guess he's done asking. I inwardly sigh before taking out my own pencil and begin taking notes.

"Now this time period is one of the most bloodiest times of all history. There were executions, murders, assassinations..." I freeze in taking my notes, my eyes wide. Assassins...That one word repeatedly rings in my mind, and my head begins to hurt. I drop my pencil and rub my temple, inwardly cursing at the annoying pain. I sense Daniel watching me, and I, still not liking his attitude, shake off the pain and close my eyes calmly, ignoring his gaze. I pick up my pencil and take more notes as Mr. Anders continues his lecturing. During my note taking, I lose focus, and Mr. Anders' voice fades away. I begin to draw the Assassin's insignia I discovered at the library. At first I sketch the upside-down V, merely scribbling within the lines for the color. I add the feathers to the tip of the V, and I draw the small gems that are embedded into the feathers. Next I work on the bottom of the upside-down V, erasing the tips and making them curve to the middle, with two jagged curves on their outside. Last, I draw the curved line beneath the upside-down V, with the point of it directly in line with the middle of the entire insignia. My eyes soften as I retrace the lines I have drawn. I can't help but wonder...what was my ancestor was like?

"Renia?" My head snaps up with wide eyes. I see Mr. Anders smiling at me from the front of the class. "As much as I like to have your mind wander aimlessly, please pay attention. After all, this is gonna be on a future test." I blush as the rest of my classmates snicker. I sink into my chair with an inward sigh. Just how far will this ancestor thing take me?

Today's Monday, so that means everyone goes to all of their classes and each class is about 45 minutes long. That's the best part about Monday. The bell rings and I stand up from my chair, picking up my bag in the process. I look to Daniel and sharply mutter,

"I'll see you at lunch." I turn and walk to the door. I probably shouldn't have said it that harsh, but he was mad at me over Desmond. Boys. I exit the classroom and enter the huge mob of students as they head for their classes, or talk to their friends and hang out in the very middle of the hall. I squeeze through two students and, escaping into a vacant area of the hall, I head for D wing, where my Art class resides. Art, one of my favorite classes.

Few minutes later, I arrive at one of the Art classrooms and just before my hand reaches the door to open it, I hear Taylor's voice.

"Renia!" I feel a grip on my right arm and I'm apparently being dragged away. "We need to talk, now!" I blink and look back at her, stuttering,

"H-Huh? Wait, what is it?!" I struggle to escape her grasp but it proves worthless. She pulls me near a row of lockers around the corner and places me in front of her. She takes a breath and narrows her eyes at me.

"You didn't tell me you were going out with an older guy!" I step back, bewildered.

"W-What?!" I notice that other students have heard her and I drag her elsewhere, stopping next to a water fountain. I whisper harshly. "Taylor, what on earth are you talking about?!" Said girl rolls her eyes.

"Don't take me for an idiot, Ren. I saw you." I pale.

"What..?" She sighs and takes out her cellphone before clicking a few buttons. Less than a minute later, she holds her phone in front of my face, and my mind explodes. She had taken a picture when I was hugging Desmond (in thanks) for finding my wallet. I blush as I see her face smirk at me. "H-How did you...Where were you...?" I never finish my questions, especially when she starts moving her phone from side to side in my face, taunting me. Her smirk widens.

"Well?" she drawls.

I blush and growl, "Look, I'm not in a relationship with Desmond. I-"

"Desmond? You mean that guy you met on the way to the library? Oh my God, you just met him and you're already going out!" Taylor smiles and pats me on the head, in what I can assume, congratulations. "Way to go, Ren!" I turn even more red and I swat her hand away.

"No, that's not the point!" I ground out between my gritted teeth. She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. I sigh and my shoulders sag. "As I was saying, I lost my wallet when I bumped into him, and he came by to give it to me. I was so happy that I hugged him." I don't miss Taylor's suggestive look. "-out of thanks," I add. She frowns before snapping her fingers.

"Dammit, just when I thought you actually had a hint of love for the opposite sex, or at least a crush..."

I deadpan before sighing, "Just give it up already, Rebecca. There's no way that I will have a relationship at this time."

Taylor blinks. "So, there's a way for you to fall in love, but not have a relationship?" I stare past her shoulder in thought before exhaling as I came to an answer.

"Yes...maybe." Taylor blinks before she shrugs and claps her right hand on one of my shoulders as she walked past me.

"Good enough. Come on, we don't want to be late for Art." My eyes follow Taylor as she walks down the hall before I simply shrug and trail behind her.

"Class, settle down! Today, we are going to paint!" Murmurs sound throughout the classroom as I raise an eyebrow and raise my hand.

"Ms. Esther. Is that it? Just paint?" The rest of my class mumbled in agreement with my question and Ms. Esther simply smiled before giving a nod.

"Yes, Renia." She turns to the rest of the class, addressing all of us. I lean forward, placing my left elbow on the table and using my left hand to hold up my chin. "You can paint whatever you want. What interests you, your hobbies, anything that symbolizes you or any of the things I listed. Now, canvases are over here." She places her hand on the stack of canvases beside her. "And you all know where the paints and paintbrushes are. Remember to draw out your painting first. You may begin!" Taylor, who sits next to me, stays put as the other students make way for the canvases, and I do the same.

Taylor leans in my direction to mutter, "Maybe you can draw Desmond for the project." I blink before my eyes widen and I stare at her incredulously. She winks with a suggestive smirk.

"Wh-What?" I exclaim silently. I lean toward my best friend, whispering harshly. "Taylor, c'mon! I told you, I don't like Desmond."

She shrugs. "Just giving out ideas." I shook my head with a sigh before standing up.

"C'mon. We better go get our canvases." She nods and follows me as we head for the front of the classroom.

After we got our canvases, we return to our seats with our pencils in one hand and the canvas in another. The canvas isn't that big, I notice. It's slightly larger than a regular sheet of printer paper. I gently place my canvas on the table before me and hold my pencil up as I tap the eraser against my chin in thought. What can I draw? I tap my chin a few more times before I finally place it on my canvas and it begins as if my hand has a mind of its own. I go in a daze as I began drawing straight lines and a few curves. My hand swerves from left to right and vice versa. Buildings. Windows. A large bridge. Rivers. Boats. People. My hand speeds up and my heart beats faster and faster as I draw. A voice calls my name. Renia. I ignore it as my hand began to draw clouds in the sky, above the buildings. Renia. The voice becomes louder, and it calls my names as if it's some sort of mantra. Renia! RENIA!

"Renia!" A familiar hand grasps my right, stopping me from drawing anymore. I blink before I shook my head out of my strange trance. I look to the owner of the hand to find Taylor watching me with concerned eyes. "Renia, are you okay? You were scaring me." I blink again and open my mouth to ask why, but I was cut off by a voice behind me.

"Oh my! Renia, I never knew you had such talent! It's wonderful!" I turn to see Ms. Esther smiling at me with praise and I cock my head in confusion, trying my best to ignore the stares of other students.

"What?"

Taylor leans toward me. "She's talking about your drawing, Ren. Look." She gestures to the place on the table before me, and I blink before turning to my canvas, and my eyes widen as my breath gets caught in my throat. What in the world...?

On my canvas is a drawing of an Italian district of some sort, with a large river and the famous Rialto bridge. People in Italian Renaissance clothing are in the drawing as well, walking along the streets or on the bridge, talking to others and enjoying their time. The buildings look centuries old and have many windows. Boats are floating on the river and my eyes went up to find the sky with a few, clouds hovering in the sky, with a beautiful sunset to finish it all. I gape at the piece of art I have just created.

"D-Did I do this?" I stutter at my words, disbelief perfectly masking my voice. Taylor gives me a look while Ms. Esther leans over me.

"Well, of course, sweetie. Who else could have done this? I saw you from the front of the room, drawing as if your life depended on it." I look up at her and she smiles. "I'm so glad that you're so committed to your work, Renia. Please continue." She gives me a light pat on the head for encouragement before she walks back to her desk.

She reaches out of earshot and I turn to Taylor and lean to her, whispering, "Seriously, did I draw this?" I gesture to my canvas and Taylor nods.

"Well, yeah. Ms. Esther was too proud to say it, but I'll say it for her and me; you were drawing like a madwoman! You looked as if you were possessed or something!" I lean back in shock my eyes wide and my mouth slightly open.

I turn to look at my canvas, muttering softly, "That can't be possible..." I blink once before shutting my mouth as I examine the drawing. "This is Venice, Italy." Taylor gapes at me and she leans over to take a closer look.

"Seriously?" she exclaims. I shush at her when some students look over at us in confusion before returning to their work.

I sigh with a roll of my eyes and mutter, "You're so loud." I look back at her in a stern manner. "And yes, seriously." She widens her eyes and looks at me.

"I don't get it. Are you sure you didn't intend to draw this?" I nod and point to a group of the people in the picture.

"Yeah. Look, these people are wearing Renaissance clothing. I've never drawn Renaissance clothing before in my entire life, much less the Rialto Bridge." Taylor knits her eyebrows quizzically.

"The Ria-wha?" I shake my head and hold up an index finger.

"The Rialto Bridge. Mom told me about it. It was built in 1181 A.D and it's the most famous bridge in Venice, crossing over the Grand Canal." Taylor nods in understanding and looks back at the canvas.

"Then...how did you draw this?" I simply shook my head.

"I don't know..." Taylor sighs.

"Maybe all that reading on Italian history got to your brain." I give her a doubtful look and she shrugs. "Hey, it's either that, or you've been thinking so much about Desmond that it completely fried your mind."

I wince at her suggestion and scold in a whisper, "Taylor! Enough already!" She chuckles before returning to her own canvas as I sigh and stare at mine the entire class period.

The bell rings at 10:50 a.m but everyone has already put away their supplies and artwork beforehand. Everyone stands up and grabs their bags, talking to each other or racing for the door.

Ms. Esther stands up from her desk and announces, "Alright, everyone! Don't worry if you haven't finished drawing out your painting! We'll be working on this project for two week! Hope you all have a good lunch!" I stand from my seat and grab my letterman's bag as I ponder about my canvas. Well, if we have that long, I don't want to finish it too soon. I'm not sure about what happened back there, but I guess I'll have to go with it. Taylor stands and grabs her backpack before strapping it onto her back and we both walk out the classroom. As we walk to the cafeteria we merely chat about homework and school, and I'm grateful that there is nothing involved with Italy being brought up. We reached the line in the cafeteria and we grabbed our trays as we waited for our turn to get our food. Taylor then brought up a different topic.

"So, how was it with Daniel first period?"

I seethe as I remember Daniel's behavior in history class and I huff, "He was a total jerk."

Taylor gasps in disbelief and exclaims softly, "What? Why, what happened?" I sigh as I reach to grab a milk carton and place it on my tray, Taylor doing the same.

"He was mad about...I don't know, I think it was Desmond. I have no idea why." Taylor stares, signaling for me to expand on what Daniel did. "We were passing notes in class and he was just, being very rude, demanding to know who Desmond was. I got mad at him and we left it at that." Taylor sighs and asks the cafeteria lady, Ms. Thomas, for a cheeseburger and fries while I ask for a turkey sandwich with lettuce, mayonnaise and mustard.

After we order, Taylor looks at me. "You do know that it doesn't feel good when you guys get in fights-for me, you, and him. It rarely happens, after all." I nod and eventually sigh as well.

"I know, but I just don't get it. Why did he get so mad?" Ms. Thomas hands us our food as Taylor shakes her head at me with a roll of my her eyes.

"God, you're so dense." I gawk at her as we both head for the salad and fruit counter.

"Wait, do you know why?" She smiles at me.

"Maybe," she drawls. I pout as I grab a red apple from the fruits tray while Taylor simply picks up a thing of red grapes. We walk out into the cafeteria, the noise becoming even louder as we near the chatting students among us.

"Taylor! C'mon, tell me!" I whine as we approach the usual table we sit at, which is in one of the corners of the cafeteria where there's hardly anyone there. Said girl shakes her head as she sits down, with me doing the same. She picks up her cheeseburger, holding it in front of her mouth.

"Nope. I shouldn't if you haven't even figured it out yet." I raise an eyebrow once I sit next to her as she takes a bite out of her food before remaining silent. I sigh as I open my milk carton.

"Fine. Don't tell me." I take a drink of the fresh milk before setting it down and picking for my sandwich.

"So what are you going to do with your drawing?" I cock an eyebrow as I look to her.

"Uh, paint it? Why?" She narrows her eyes.

"I meant what are you going to do when you start painting it..." I blink in realization and turn back to my sandwich to take a bite. After I chew and swallow, I look back to Taylor.

"I don't know...I have this feeling that there's something missing," I say as my mind drifts back to the drawing, imaging it. Taylor tilts her head.

"Really? Like what?" I sigh and open my mouth to reply, but I'm cut off.

"Yo," a familiar voice says from my left. We turn to see Daniel, looking down at us as he stands with his food in his lunch tray. I simply close my eyes and take another bite out of my sandwich before setting it down and taking a drink of my milk, staying silent the entire time. I hear Daniel sigh as he sits beside me, and I'm grateful that he leaves about a foot of space between me and him. "Look, I know you're mad at me..." he mutters. "I know I shouldn't have acted like that back there." This causes me to look at him with wide eyes. Is he apologizing? Daniel looks up at me with soft eyes. "I guess I was just mad about the fact that you found another guy to be friends with. I was acting like a stupid selfish little kid," he utters bitterly. My eyes widen even more and I look to Taylor for some input on what's happening, but she just smiles warmly and gestures for me to look back to Dan. He sighs again before stating, "I'm sorry for my attitude back there. You have every right to be mad at me, and I don't want us to stay like this." With that, he grins weakly. "Forgive me, Ren?" I stifle a gasp and I look to Rebecca and Daniel. This is so unlike him! What happened? I feel Taylor elbow me in the side and I grunt in slight pain before smiling at Daniel, who was watching me expectantly.

"I forgive you. I'm glad you came and apologized. I don't want us to stay mad at each other either." Daniel grins and moves closer to me, wrapping an arm around my neck to bring me closer with a chuckle.

"Yeah, you know you can't stay mad at me," he says teasingly. I sigh before smirking playfully as I lightly push him away.

"Oh? I could say the same about you."

He shrugs. "Hey, you're one of the best friends I have. What can I say?" My mind stops and I hear my heart beat steadily. Best friends... Taylor clears her throat.

"What am I, chopped liver?"

Daniel chuckles as he leans toward her. "Aw, Taylor. You know I wouldn't forget about you."

She scoffs. "Fat chance. What about the time you-" I drift out of their conversation as I watch my friends converse, laughing together. I unconsciously smile to myself. I never realize how much I care for these guys. They're my best friends. I'm glad I met them.

"Renia?" I shake out of my reverie with a blink, my smile disappearing, and I look to the one who called my name, Daniel. "You okay?" I blink again before the smile returns to my face and I shake my head.

"Yeah. I'm fine." They stare at me doubtfully, before shrugging and Taylor turns to Daniel with an excited expression.

"Oh, that's right! You should have seen what Renia did in art class!"

I shrink into my seat, blushing, as I whine, "Taylor!" My friends ignore me, as Daniel raises an eyebrow, glancing at me.

"Oh, really?" He turns to Taylor and smirks. "Why, what happened?" I sink lower in my seat, the blush now burning my cheeks.

Taylor grins even more and replied, "Well, we have this paint project going on in Art, and when we were drawing on our canvases, Renia just went crazy with the thing!" She becomes a bit louder with that last part of the sentence and I wince. "I mean, it was like she was possessed or something, her hand was moving so fast and her face was so...so...thoughtful and impassive!" I raise an eyebrow. I didn't hear anything about my expression...

Daniel's eyebrows rise at this and and he leans toward me. "Seriously?" I nod as I sit up.

"Yeah. I wasn't even thinking. I was just spacing out and then it was if my hand had a mind of its own." I raise my right hand for emphasis, moving it left and right at the wrist. Dan watches my appendage before looking at me.

"Are you okay?" I nod and say,

"My hand's a bit sore, but I'm good." I lower my hand, taking another drink of my milk. I feel a buzz in my right pants pocket, and, warily glancing left and right, I take out my phone.

"A text?" Taylor asks. I nod and read the ID.

"Unknown."

Daniel scoffs dryly and says as he picks up his juice box, "It's probably a prank or something." I look at him before looking back down at my phone and clicking Read Text. I raise an eyebrow.

Didn't fall down today, did you?

My eyes widen and one question rings in my head. Desmond?