noveltune Chapter 92 - 92: Confusing Twist 2
Chapter 92 - 92: Confusing Twist 2
His mind was filled with confusion until Lyka's soft and worried voice jolted him from his thoughts.
"What's going on?" she asked, her voice gentle but probing.
Asher slowly turned to face her. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, trying to find the right words.
"Lucy... where is she?"
Lyka raised an eyebrow. "Lucy? Do we have a student with that name?"
He stared at her with a puzzled look. "What do you mean? You just spoke with her in the principal's office a few minutes ago."
She blinked, unsure of what he meant.
"Principal's office? This is the first time I've seen you today," she responded, her concern deepening. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?"
The words made him uneasy. It didn't make sense. 'How could she not remember? '
They had been arguing not long ago—there was no way she could have forgotten that.
"Are you sure you can't remember her?" he asked again.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said softly. "I've never met anyone named Lucy."
He ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing for some kind of explanation.
His eyes scanned the place for some clues, until they caught something from the corner of his vision—a flash of silver. Lyka's watch.
He glanced at it quickly, then did a double-take. The time and date was off.
"What's the date today?"
Lyka raised an eyebrow, a hint of confusion still in her eyes, but she answered anyway.
And this only deepened his confusion. Today was the same date he was supposed to be gunned down.
He rubbed his temples, then leaned back against the wall, trying to steady his racing thoughts.
'Think. I can't panic now,' he told himself, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves.
He forced himself to focus. His first thought was that he was trapped in some kind of illusion, that everything around him—the school, the people—was just a lie, a construct of his mind.
But then, the other possibility surfaced: what if his memories with Lucy weren't real?
That thought was scary, but he quickly pushed it aside.
He could remember everything so clearly—the way she spoke, the look in her eyes, their time together, though brief, was filled with unforgettable moments. Those memories felt too real to be false.
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Rachel laughed and shook her head at her friend's funny attempt to deny it.
"Sure, sure, whatever you say. But to be honest, you two look good together," she teased, her grin widening
Elaine's face flushed even deeper, and she quickly turned her gaze away. "Stop it," she muttered, brushing off the comment.
"We don't have time for a chat," Asher interjected, cutting off any further comments before they could drag on.
He started walking again, moving ahead.
Elaine quickly followed, shooting Rachel a look that said she'd talk later, but for now, they had a bigger issue to deal with.
"Hey, what she said before, it's not true," Elaine quickly explained, her voice a little defensive.
Asher didn't even glance at her, his focus still ahead.
"I don't really care if you like me or not," he answered bluntly, his tone making it clear that he wasn't interested in the subject.
Elaine paused, his words stinging more than she wanted to admit. 'What a jerk,'