twenty four
I never got the opportunity to question Jordan about his whereabouts.
We'd all met up before school started, as usual, but I didn't ask anything because I'd have a better opportunity during lunch. We just chatted about trivial things, and I went to Maths with Keeley considering different ways to subtly ask him.
I walked into the cafeteria with this structured idea of how our conversation was going to go down, only to see that the table I usually sit at is unoccupied. Sometimes, one of us has a lunch time detention, and doesn't turn up, but never have I come from English to see the table empty.
I queue up to get my food, still glancing at the table to see there's still no one sitting at it. I scan the cafeteria, wondering if they'd chosen a new table for some reason, but I
