Trey jerks his head over his shoulder, looking at me like I’m crazy.
“And then you can take me home,” I finish, seeing his eyebrow arch in interest.
School ends in six weeks. I can fake this a while longer. I don’t want to go out with him, but I don’t want to wake up tomorrow to a nasty rumor that’s not true plastered all over Facebook, either. Trey Burrowes can be nice, but he can be a real asshole, too.
A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, and he turns back around.
“All you have to do is catch me,” I tell him, grabbing Ten’s hand. “So count to twenty.”
“Make it five,” Ten jokes, backing away with me. “He doesn’t know how to count to twenty.”
My stomach shakes with a laugh, but I hold it back.
Trey smirks, staring at me like I’m a meal he wants and nothing is going to stop him. And then he opens his mouth, slowly stepping toward us. “One…”
And at that warning, Ten and I spin around and dash for the back of the park.
We both laugh as we race down paths thick with wet leaves and fallen branches, and whip around broken booths. We pass the Orbiter, Log Flume, and Tornado, which I remember used to play a lot of Def Leppard.
The Zipper still stands, dark and rusted, and we weave through the old swings, the cold chains brushing against my arms. They squeak, probably giving away our position as I charge after Ten.
“In here!” he shouts.
I suck in a breath and follow as he dives into a small building that looks like it was meant for employees. Stepping into the darkness, I pull the door closed behind me and wince at the musty air that hits my nose.
Ten takes his phone out, lighting the room with his flashlight, and I do the same. The floor is littered with debris, and I hear a drip coming from somewhere.
But we don’t pause to explore. Ten heads for what looks like a stairwell, rounding the railing and taking a step down.
That’s weird. The stairs lead below, underground.
“Down there?” I breathe out, peering over the steel-green bars and seeing only pitch-black darkness below. Fear creeps in, sending chills down my spine.
“Come on.” Ten begins down the steps. “It’s only a service tunnel. A lot of theme parks have them.”
I pause for a moment, knowing full well that anything could be lurking down there. Animals, homeless people…dead people.
“They used to control the animatronics and stuff from down here,” he calls up to me as he descends with his light. “It’s a way for the staff to get around the park quickly. Come on!”
How the hell would he know all that? I didn’t know theme parks had an underground.
But I can feel the threat of Trey at my back, so I let out a breath and swing around the bannister, heading down after Ten.
“There are lights on down here,” he says as he reaches the bottom, and I come up behind him, glancing over his shoulder to see what lies ahead.
My stomach somersaults. The long, subterranean path is built solely of concrete, a square tunnel about ten feet wide from side to side and top to bottom. There are scattered puddles, probably from rain run-off, a pipe leak, or maybe cracks in the walls letting in ocean water. They glimmer with the track lighting overhead.
A black void looms at the end of the tunnel, and I run my hands up and down my arms, suddenly cold.
“The lights are probably connected to the city,” I say. “Maybe they’re on all the time.”
> Of course, I have no idea—and why would they be on all the time? But lying to myself makes me feel better.
I hear a door slam up above, and I jump, glancing up the stairs for a split-second before planting my hand on Ten’s back and pushing him forward.
“Shit,” I whisper. “Go, go, go!”
We race down the tunnel, my heart beating against my chest as we pass random doors and more passageways leading off to the sides of the main one we’re running down. I stay straight, though, feeling an excited smile creep up despite my fear.