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My key opens Cashel’s and Bentley’s box.
The question is—how am I going to get it?
Another guard directs me out of the showers where a doctor checks me much like my first night. The wound on my calf is healing, and I’ve suffered no other injuries for the medic to check. She nods, turning to the girl standing in line, waiting behind me as the guard walks back into the showers. I wait a beat, wondering what I’m supposed to do since I’ve never been left unattended except during the scavenger hunt. Shifting from foot to foot, the key an uncomfortable lump under my sole, I wonder how I can get my hands on that black box.
The doctor shifts her pretentious gaze towards me, her nose upturned, hands trailing up the skirt of her next patient. “You don’t have any injuries. You can go back to your room. Food will be brought to you.” Her accent is thick, but I understand her well enough.
Again, I glance around for guards, confused. They’re stationed nearby, and likely on the way to our dorms as well. Usually, they escort everyone everywhere so I’m curious as to their absence by my side. Dragging my feet, I walk away from the showers, slowing my pace to easily allow Bentley and Cashel to catch up. I press myself so close to the wall that neither of them seems to notice me, which has never happened before. They always go out of their way to bully me, to chastise me every chance they get. Something has them preoccupied, and I’d bet what’s left of my pride that it has everything to do with the black box in their possession.
A group of students pass by, and I slip behind them, marching off to my dorm room like a good little girl. Except, instead of turning right, I go left and follow the boys. I’m not surprised when they enter the very room I suspected as theirs. Even outside, I can hear their gasps of outrage at the disarray of their bedding, but I can’t give two fucks. They’ll never know it was me—unless I tell them—and I have bigger fish to fry. I need that box because whatever is inside it is important. Principal Windsor wouldn’t hide the key where no student ever should have found it unless it unlocked somethingbig.
Of course, the problem is convincing these two assholes to give me the box. Personally, I doubt they are even willing to share it, let alone give it to me, but their box is useless without the key. Whether they like it or not we need one another. I keep repeating this over and over in my head as I rush to the door before it can shut—once it does, I’m either locked in or out. As I slip into the room at the last moment, I pray I’ve made the right decision.
Because I’ve just barricaded myself in the lions’ den.
