Chapter 6 Special Attention
As Liam settled into his seat, the familiar sound of a deep voice beside him made him turn his head slightly.
"Where the fuck were you?"
Dickson's voice was rough yet laced with concern, his eyes scanning Liam's face as if searching for answers that weren't being given freely. His best friend had been gone for an entire week, and the sudden reappearance without a proper explanation was more than just suspicious—it was downright weird.
Liam exhaled slowly, running a hand through his thick dark hair as he leaned slightly closer to Dickson before speaking in a low tone, making sure no one else could hear.
"How long has it really been?" he asked, his voice calm but filled with uncertainty.
Dickson raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting slightly, a deep furrow forming between his brows. There was something off about Liam's question.
"The hell are you talking about? It's been a week, man. Seven fucking days. Where did you even go? Were you out chasing bitches or what?"
"Tch."
Liam clicked his tongue in annoyance, his fingers tapping lightly against the edge of his desk.
Something wasn't adding up.
To him, it felt like only yesterday that he was running for his life, chased down by those four bastards across the school field, desperately trying to escape their grasp. It felt like only yesterday that he had seen the blinding headlights of that car before everything turned into an agonizing blur of pain and blood. But here he was, sitting in class as if none of that had ever happened, as if the pain, the broken bones, the near-death experience had been nothing more than an illusion.