Page 129 of Their Wicked Secrets: Untouched, Vol 5 of 6

We’re winning solidly going into the second half.

The crowd is chanting along with the cheerleaders. They’re cheering for us. The undefeated Mustangs. It’s a high unlike any other.

Screams erupt in the distance.

I turn toward them in confusion. The glow of colored light from the fairground is gone. It’s all black. The rides are just ghostly silhouettes against the darkness. My gaze jerks to the school as the lights go out like a fucking omen.

My heart stops.

Fuck. I’m moving before I even realize it. It feels like I’m losing her.

A hush falls over the crowd, and the lights in the stadium go out, leaving us in darkness. Footsteps join me, but I can’t go fast enough.

My only thought is Harper.

Harper

Before I touch the dress, the lights flicker. That’s weird.

Then they shut off.

“What the fuck?” Ashley’s voice fills the silence. “Quit fucking around, assholes.”

“I’m sure they’ll come back on,” Emma says.

“It’s probably a fucking prank.” Ashley stops when the emergency backup lights come on. It’s still not enough to see much.

I draw in a breath. Thankfully I didn’t get undressed yet. Pulling out my phone, I turn on the flashlight. More lights turn on. Kenz and Penny.

And we can see the glow from the other side of the lockers.

“Everyone okay?” Penny asks.

“It’s just the dark.” Sidney laughs. “You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?”

My first thought is Nico in the hallway, but then there’s a loud crash in the direction of the door. Emma and Penny scream, but I go still inside.

Boots hit the tile floors. More than one set. Fuck.

We’re so fucked.

“Run,” I whisper. I grab and tug Kenz and Penny’s hands, pulling them towards the laundry room. We can barricade ourselves in there. If we can get there.

Penny and Kenz slip from my hands as we all run toward the door. Too focused on running. They’re following my light, at least I hope they are. I hear a muffled cry. Another one. Fuck.

A hand grabs me. My phone falls to the ground as they drag me to a door. I plant my feet and claw at the hand holding me.

“For fuck’s sake. I’m not the enemy.” Ashley’s voice is barely above a whisper.

She tugs me into an office and locks the door.

“Get down.” She slides to the ground against the door, and I settle in next to her. Both of us are breathing hard.

“What about the others?” I whisper. My heart pounds.

“It’s a fucking mess out there. Emma throat punched some fucker in black and got your girls, but another guy was after them. They ran the other way.”

I drag in a breath. Loud footsteps and hoots fill the locker room. A light shines into the office above our heads from a flashlight. I hold my breath.