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.


10. Avery

In the darkness of my bedroom, my phone flashed to signal a call. I knew that it was well after midnight, so I wondered who it would be. I'd blocked calls from telemarketers. Only my contacts would be able to reach me.

I rolled over and hit the green button on the screen.



The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.

"Yes?" I said. "Who is this?"

"I'm sorry," the caller said. "This is Adam. I'm using Devon's phone. She had a little too much to drink, and she wanted me to call you to come get her. I know it's late and you probably have class tomorrow as well."

I sat up, turned on the light, and swung my legs over the mattress. "Thanks for calling. Where are you guys?"

"Hannigan Park," he replied. "How far away are you?"

"I'm getting in my car now. I'll be there in twenty minutes."



The park was over a mile wide, but finding them wasn't difficult. Adam was sitting on one of the benches, with Devon next to him, her head between her knees. I crouched down in from of her.

"Hey," I said. "Adam called me to come get you."

Devon lifted her head and blinked at me. "I didn't tell him to do that," she said quietly. "I told you there was something off about him."

"She doesn't know what's she's talking about." Adam smiled.

"Thanks again," I told him, as I lifted her up. "I can drive her back to her place."

Adam nodded, and watched us leave the park. I told myself that it was just him being a nice guy—that Devon was wrong about him.

He was harmless.

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