Lance got to his 10th period class as his phone vibrated in his pocket. Curiously, to see who'd text him while he was still in school, he sneakily took it out and saw a message from a private number.
Lance,
I saw you and Azlyn at the party on Saturday.
I know what you are. There's no hiding from me.
No chance at all.
Sweat began to bead on Lance's forehead. Was this some sick practical joke someone was playing on him? Or had word gotten around he was an angel? He vowed to himself he'd forward it to Azlyn as soon as school was out, as soon as he could. This was an issue for the both of them.