8 Find the book!

Where the hell is Anthony?! I managed to get rid of some of them, thanks to that girl being carried away by the medics, but some people are still persistent. I ran to my mother's classroom hoping to be able to catch him before class ended.

There it is! The classroom door is open!

I rushed in only to find an empty classroom, but Anthony was in his usual seat in the back.

"Yo! You made it late to class. What took you?"

I looked at him as if I were getting ready to strangle the life out of him,

"Cut the crap! You know what you did!"

"Who me? I did nothing but help you."

I started to get irritated, "Wipe that smirk off your face! Because of you, I had people chasing me all morning. Thanks to those people standing outside waiting for me, you even made me miss class! And to top it all off, because of your stupid flier, there is now a girl in the hospital!"

"You fought a girl?"

"What?! No! I did not fight a girl! She slit her wrists trying to make a pact with some spirits!"

Anthony had a serious look on his face and looked me dead in the eyes, "Did the pact work?"

"Of course not!"

"Damn it!" Anthony shouted, "I knew it. There isn't a single person here that can use magic. It just proves me right; witchcraft does not exist."

"You would not be saying that if you were in front of that girl."

Anthony turned to look at me, "What do you mean if I wasn't there?"

"That girl tried to kill me using some sort of magic and summoned some spirits to hold me down while she delivered the final blow."

"Quickly! We must find what hospital she is at so she can perform it in my presence!"

I shook my head in disbelief, "There's no point. They are long gone and who knows what hospital they could have gone off to. I did manage to rip up the book that she was using."

Anthony jumped up with excitement, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's get it!" He shouted as he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into the hallway. "Lead the way!"

"It was upstairs in front of the business office and my mom's office."

He did not even wait for me! This guy just sprinted off leaving only his dust trail behind.

I ran behind him and once I caught up to him, he was digging through the garbage can. The whole area was cleaned up from where the girl spilled blood and the pieces of the book that were on the ground were also gone.

"THIS IS BULLSHIT!" He screamed, "I just want proof that witchcraft exists!"

"Just let it go. They cleaned this place of all trash and blood." I started making my way to mom's office.

"Where are you going?! We should be trying to find the book!"

"To talk to mom. That book is long gone, and I could care less about it unless you know where they threw out the trash."

"The professor is gone for the day. She told us in class that she had something important to do after class ended. Now let's find where they dump the trash!"

I looked at him in disgust, "You're on your own on that one!"

"Come on! You are the only one who knows what it looks like!" Anthony begged.

As Anthony was trying to convince me to go with him to the dumpster, a voice came out of nowhere, "Hey! Aren't you the guy that put up this flier?" Said the guy pointing at Anthony.

Anthony fixed his glasses and cleared his voice, "Why yes, I am. Will you be doing a spell on this guy to get yourself in?"

"I don't know how to use magic."

Anthony stood there confused, "I'm sorry but I don't think I heard you well, but I could have sworn I heard you say that you don't know how to perform magic."

"You heard me right. I want in on learning from this sorcerer."

Anthony grabbed me by the shoulder and lead me away with him, "If you don't know witchcraft then I have no use for you."

"Hey wait! But I do want to learn! Come back!"

"The requirement on the flier was for anyone able to use witchcraft on Paul to get a chance to learn from the sorcerer. You do not meet that prerequisite."

"Don't I get a say in this?!" I asked Anthony.

He glared at me, "No. Now let us get going. This guy just wasted my time."

"You don't have to be so mean to him."

As we walked away, I couldn't help but feel bad for the guy. Anthony can be a real ass at times, including with me.

"Damn it stinks!" While pinching my nose, I said, " Why can I taste the smell?! How is that even possible?"

"What are you talking about? I don't smell anything. Are you sure that you are okay and fully recovered?"

"I'm sure!" I do not understand how he isn't fazed by such a stench. It's making me want to vomit all over the place. My eyes are starting to get watery and burned by standing here. We were walking around the campus when Anthony saw the dumpster outside of C-14, The Student Center / Bookstore on the west side. It is located at the center of campus with the only building not connected to any other ones. You must walk outside just to get to it.

"Well, are you going to jump in and help me find it?"

"You must be out of your mind! Jump in yourself!" As I saw him stretching his body, I told him, "Is that really necessary?"

"I have to warm up the body before I do some extensive digging. I do not want to cramp up while I am in there."

Anthony opened the dumpster door and screamed, "THEY CLEANED OUT THE DUMPSTER!!!"

"Then why are you still getting in?!"

"So they can take me to it!"

I ran over to pull his ass out of the dumpster, "Get a hold of yourself and accept that it's gone. Why are you crying?!"

"Because I never got to see if this book was the real thing."

I rolled my eyes at him, "Come on, let's go. It's starting to get late, and I do not want to be stuck in traffic on the way home.

Anthony, who was still laying on the ground told me in a defeated voice, "Speaking of home, Bree said she was going to go visit you after class."

With rage in my voice, I told him, "And you thought it was a good idea to tell me now?!"

"I forgot after we ran out of the classroom to look for the book."

"For someone so smart yet can be so dumb! How can you forget an important detail like that? Idiot!"

I started to run to my car when I hear Anthony yell at me, "Can you at least help me up?!"

"Pick your smart-dumbass self-up!"