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"Damn, what am I even doing here?" flashed through his mind. The situation was suddenly starting to feel far more suspicious. Here he was, in an abandoned place, with the guy everyone in school was afraid of and his cold-blooded friend, whose piercing gaze he could feel on his back. And he wasn’t a man, wasn’t Mark — who likely wouldn’t have been here at all — but a schoolgirl, a teenager, whose body felt weak and defenseless. The thought sent a chill through his chest.
Dan stopped and turned to Emma, his eyes gleaming with playful challenge.
— So, here we are, — he said, spreading his arms as if to showcase the desolation. — What do you think, Emma? Like it?
Mark scanned the empty field, feeling a growing sense of unease building inside him. His gaze darted between the rusty goalposts and the bleachers, where the shadows of tree branches danced. The place felt too deserted, too alien, yet he stood tall, trying to appear calm and not betray how tightly he was clutching the straps of his backpack.
— Oh, sure. Perfect setting for the next horror movie, — she retorted, trying to lace her voice with sarcasm. — Do you bring all the girls here?
Emma smirked, her voice dripping with irony. Showing fear wasn’t an option — in situations like this, sarcasm and irony were her best armor. But what came next shut down every thought and worry she had, because Dan, completely unfazed, casually shrugged, looked directly at her, and his smile softened.
— No one, — Dan replied suddenly, his voice calm and confident. His tone was so steady and serious that Emma froze for a moment. — I haven’t brought anyone here. You’re the first.
Mark froze, feeling a sharp pang in his chest, his breath catching slightly. This wasn’t just discomfort — it was a strange, dull sensation he couldn’t explain. His throat went dry, and he quickly averted his wide eyes, hoping it would help him shake off the sudden wave of unfamiliar emotions. But instead of finding relief, his gaze landed on Casey.
She stood a little further away, leaning against the metal frame of an abandoned bleacher, watching him intently, seemingly unaware of the conversation. Her gaze was piercing, calm, yet strangely perceptive, as if she knew more than she should. Casey slowly raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint smirk. In her hands, she lazily toyed with a chain, as though nothing unusual was happening.
Mark felt irritation and embarrassment mixing again in his chest. He quickly turned his attention back to Dan, but Dan was already watching him, head tilted slightly and wearing a soft smile. It was too much. Too close, too much, too… strange.
— Uh… right, sure, — Emma muttered, swallowing the lump in her throat, a slight nervousness slipping into her tone. — The first, huh? How… touching. — She tried to bring the sarcasm back into her voice to cover up the strange tension growing inside her. — Maybe they’ll even give me a medal for this. I mean, come on… we are at a stadium!
To Mark’s surprise, a sudden burst of laughter escaped his lips, loud enough to echo across the empty stadium. For a second, he stood there, stunned at himself. The unexpected outburst seemed to catch both Dan and Casey off guard. They exchanged glances, and even Casey, usually so cold and distant, smirked and shook her head.
— Got it, yeah, the stadium! — Emma said, her tone suddenly more relaxed as she gave Dan a playful smack on the shoulder, like an old friend might. The gesture came out sharp, even a bit rough, but it carried a strange mix of nervous energy and Mark’s usual way of handling tension. "Damn it, what am I doing?" flashed through his mind, a wave of embarrassment hitting him as he considered changing the subject. He expected Dan to react sharply or mockingly, taking the chance to tease Emma about the gesture. But instead, Dan laughed — loud, genuine, and somehow, it lightened the mood.
— Emma, you really know how to cheer people up, — Dan said, barely suppressing his laughter as he leaned back against a nearby post. His face was flushed, and his laughter, so sincere and infectious, echoed across the empty field.
Mark couldn’t stop himself from smiling now. All the tension that had gripped his chest just moments ago seemed to melt away. He felt the laughter bubbling up again, filling his lungs with a lightness he hadn’t felt in ages. Even Casey, usually reserved and distant, unexpectedly smirked.
— Who would’ve thought you were this funny, — she said with a wry grin. — Usually, you’re more like a little storm of sarcasm.
Mark turned to Casey, his gaze slightly tense and questioning. He still didn’t understand what she was doing here or how she had ended up in this strange situation. "What does she even want here?" flashed through his mind, but before he could say anything, Dan spoke again.
— Casey just wanted to make sure I didn’t screw this up, — he said with a smirk, throwing a quick glance at his friend. — She thought I’d mess it all up from the start.
— Thought? I was sure of it, — Casey corrected him with mock reproach. She tucked her hair behind her ear and went back to scrolling through her phone. — But it looks like you’re managing.