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[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] Lincoln Memorial High School -> En-route to Simonè's Coffee Cafè
[b][u]Interacting with:[/u][/b] Olivia Johnson via Text [@Symphoni][/center][hr] [hr]
It hadn’t been longer than ten minutes, maybe a maximum of fifteen, since Jade departed from the sight of Rachel Lewis’ body. Grant hadn’t moved from his spot, his gaze hadn’t moved from her lifeless body. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Any right-minded person, regardless of gender or their relation to the victim, would at least move away, but Grant didn’t. In his mind, he couldn’t. He was mentally frozen on the thought of that poor girl. He saw her hanging and all he could think was poor girl. So young and so full of life, but now, she became as dead as the leaves in wintertime. Her body lifeless like a puppet and her face as horror-filled as Tess was three years ago. Grant had motive to step away and focus on happier things, but he couldn’t.

[color=884dff][b]“Why can’t I move?”[/b][/color] Grant asked himself that question several times for the last seven minutes. Even after he had responded to the text that Tess sent him, making sure he wasn’t injured or worse, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Rachel Lewis.

His eyes penetrated Rachel’s soulless own. He was trying to find the answers in her eyes. He even began to step closer, but only by half a foot. At least, that was where it started. He found himself getting a half of a foot closer every ten seconds. By the time two minutes had passed, he had moved four yards. He was closer to Rachel, yes, but not to the answers he sought after. No reason was made clear to him as to why Grant Jackson Wells stayed in the crime scene area. There was nothing that suddenly dawned on him. There simply was this unknown need to keep his glance on Rachel.

And then something happened.

Grant’s head turned, hearing(or so he thought) a familiar voice. He rushed over to a blonde near him. She was turned away, but Grant forced her to turn him with a tug of her shoulder. He looked at her. It wasn’t who he thought he was. [color=884dff][b]“Oh, my mistake. I thought you might have been someone else.”[/b][/color] Grant apologized to the blonde. Then, a gasp of sorts escaped. He knew why he was staring at Rachel for so long. It suddenly dawned on him as if he was struck in the fact by a ton of bricks.

[color=844dff][b]“Olivia..”[/b][/color] He breathily uttered out. His eyes were widened with astonishment as he suddenly realized what he needed to do.

Taking out his phone, Grant swiped over to Olivia’s name. He started to type:

[quote=To Olivia]
[color=884dff]Hey, I don’t know how much you have heard about what’s happening, but can you meet me at Simonè’s? I really need to talk to you. — [b][u]Grant[/u][/b][/color][/quote]

As Grant hit send, his legs started to move on their own. He ran full force to Simonè’s Coffee.