Infatuation

I knew more about her for never having spoken to her. We didn't need to. Because the way she looked at me sometimes, that said it all. She wanted me. She didn't mind that I'd stop by her apartment late, or that I'd watch her sleep, buried under her gray blanket, while the stars strung around her room blinked on and off to the rhythm of her breathing.

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6. Avery

"Oh my God, did you hear?"

 

I blinked and shook my head at the girl sitting next to me. She looked completely panicked about something.

 

"No, I didn't. What happened?"

 

Before she could answer, the door to the coffee shop opened and Adam walked in. I hadn't seen him for a few days. He smiled when he saw me, ordered his usual, and sat down across from me.

 

 

"How are you?" I asked.

 

I hear the words then, the girl who wanted to tell me something, telling someone else: "She was killed, and whoever did it left a note. He'd been stalking her for some time."

 

"I'm okay," Adam replied, his gaze slipping to the girl. "What's going on?"

 

"Alexa Warren was murdered last night," the girl next to me—her name was Devon—told us. "She went to Forest College. I had biology with her. Did you know her?" She was looking at my sweatshirt.

 

"No," I said softly.

 

"How did you hear about this?" Adam wondered.

 

Devon looked surprised. "It's all over the news."

 

"Oh." He shook his head.

 

"Did you know Alexa?" she asked him.

 

It took him a moment to answer, and his voice sounded strange when he did. "I've never heard that name before."

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