Caleb had come to the abandoned classroom on the third floor for the same reason he always did — silence. The rest of the school was loud, chaotic, full of people who either ignored him or laughed at him behind his back. But up here, the dust-covered desks and half-broken blinds gave him peace. No one ever came. No one ever cared.
He had been sitting in the back row, phone in hand, scrolling through old photos he didn't remember taking. Things had been rough for him lately, and the quiet classroom had been a place to escape everything going on in his head.
He was about to leave when the door opened.
Damian walked in first, followed by Ethan. Caleb froze, sinking lower in his seat behind a stack of old chairs. They didn't see him. They were too wrapped up in whatever secret they were carrying.
