Lucas was in trouble. Big trouble, and it was all because of Tamika Irene Dalton. He had no interest in her whatsoever yet she threw herself at him every chance she got but he didn't complain. It was better than being kidnapped or tortured. It was better than living in constant fear, never knowing if he was going to survive the day. Only, that constant fear was coming back. It was back because he'd been noticing guys giving him awful looks as he walked along with Spencer in the halls. He'd noticed guys following him, watching his every move. He wasn't stupid. He'd dealt with things like his whole life. So when it finally happened, when they followed him to the library that day, he wasn't surprised and as he was laying on the ground, his knife just out of reach while the beat him and shouted those horrible things at him he wasn't surprised. He tried desperately to get away, get to his knife. He couldn't though. He could reach his phone. He unlocked it with his finger print and somehow managed to say the five words he needed to say.
"Hey Friday! Call Dixie!" He cried out but he his phone even understood. Luckily it did. He was praying Dixie would pick up. That's when someone kicked him in the head. Hard. So hard, it knocked him out and someone panicked.
"HOLY SHIT! guys back up! Lay off! He's Dead!" One of the boys cried out.
"Shit! You killed him Tripp! You fucking killed him!" Another accused.
"Okay, calm down. We need to hide the body." Someone stated, trying to remain calm.
"Suicide Rock!" One of the boys cried.
"Not a bad idea Randy, no one goes up there. We'll ditch him there." And so they carried him off leaving his phone there, still in a call with Dixie. No one seemed to notice it. Thank the gods for idiots.