Coincidentally, there was a math competition, and our homeroom teacher decided to send me.
I valued this competition very much. If I could achieve a good result, I might have a chance to compete for a scholarship.
Just one day before the math competition, Nash suddenly sent me a message.
“Wendy, Yvonne has indeed gone too far during this period. I apologize on her behalf. Let’s talk; I also have something to say to you.”
Suddenly, I remembered the words he said wheh he was taken to the hospital that day. A dreadful suspicion crossed my mind, and I felt the need to see him face–to–face and confirm it…
He asked me to meet him in the equipment room. It was in the evening, and the room was small with only a small window letting in the evening sun, leaving the rest of the room dimly lit and hard to see.
I suddenly felt that something was off and quickly tried to back out.
“Nash, where are you?”
Just a second before I was about to leave the equipment room, the door was abruptly closed from the outside.
Cold sweat broke out on my back, and I rushed to the door, pounding on it.
“Don’t lock it! Open the door…
“There’s someone inside, open the door!”
But outside was dead silence.
I realized all too suddenly that this was a trap set by Nash. He must have found me too meddlesome and hurt him with my words, and he wanted to teach me a lesson.
I punched the iron door and couldn’t help but mock myself. What was there to confirm? How could I forget the saying that some things are better left unknown?
I slid down to sit against the iron door and hugged myself tightly. I had a math competition tomorrow, and if I missed it, I would completely lose my chance for the scholarship.
However, it was already too late for someone to come and open the door.
I wiped my eyes and decided to pull myself together.
