Dating Paranoia

answer hi

t, grimacing when I read the caller ID. If she's calling, then it means Gr

ut as he glanced at the screen

me a minute? I h

oom without s

you spoken

e High. I made friends in my previous schools, but they all abandoned me af

poken to her sin

she's displaying on Instagram, pretending to be in cour

ned. What dr

app. The first thing that pops up on m

hands on her knees as she looks directly a

you remember wh

oddly familiar, but I can't

testify against The Black Sl*t. And I can't do so while in court, because

. I always told Kelly that one day she would leave me just like my other friends but she always shrug

orced myself to look

now about The Black Sl*t. I've known her for several years, and while we were once cl

s could befall one person, and it makes you question what's really going on. These deaths have created a reputation for Coen, and she's now known as 'The B

yfriend's death rather quickly, and there were times when she even seemed relieved. It's chillin

he sheer number of whispers and the consistency of these stories make it hard to dismiss them outright. It's terrif

an't stand by and watch another person potentially fall vict

close to ignore. I urge anyone reading this to consider the patterns and to take them seriously. If there's even a ch

arp. My heart races, pounding against my ribcage like it's trying to escape. A cold sweat breaks out on my forehead, an

h to the gut, knocking the wind out of me. I clench my jaw, trying to hold back the t

as anger starts to mix with the shock. My fingers dig into my phone, nails biting into my palms as I try to groun

ce, and the phone cracks against the glass, falling to the floor in pieces. The sound echoes in the room, and for a mom

ve made over time from Instagram. Just when I think I might complet

ne, and the damage to his room. For a moment, he just stands there, his

his hand against his hair. "I don't know what the hell y

brought them to his house, and they'd thi

your hair. I'm sorry, I brought them t

es finding mine. "Are you seriously

ryone that way. "I

ng his eyes. "I can help you o

"You want to help

elf that. I know people, and I could pitch in a few

r to help me. You've done enough, treat

es away from the door when he pulls me back, turning me around, so my back is rest

I whimpered

what I can deduce is that you enjoy staying in jail. Is there something

he talks to me. It's inappropriate.

a warden when I ha

oys don't count. Unless

e. "Of course not! Look, I'm not in the mood for

body has been brought in for their deaths. You've been to jail countless times, but you've

me peach. That's

our point

elly's testimony is enough evidence. Yes, it will nee

ays been

whispered, loo

eating my wound, bringing me to your room? Why would you do all that? I know your type, Lauren's driver

lessly. "Lauren'

"Is that the onl

being your type will not matter to me, when I'm done with you. And if you think me treating your wound and bringing you here is kind, then you're more gullible tha

ry. "Plans? Wha

akes me feel like a child. "You let me

e this. I do

t tired of running, just say the word. It can

es of hell, and I'd much rather die out in the sun. But still, I say the stu

, frowning. "Is that you

that happens. "No. But if

my cheek. Oh God. I can smell grapes and him. No one should smell this good. It's not fair. "It's pretty simple, peach. You'd be i