Uncanny

          I could feel my heart tried to jump out of my throat as I walked silently. What was Ms. Zoe talking about? I wonder what her past was like to give me that advice. I wonder as I take the longest way to the office that I can. The only sounds in the hallway was from lectures going on in passing classrooms, and the soft squeaks of my sneakers. As I turn the hallway, I can see familiar  longer brown hair of a male walking up ahead. I could hear his tracks slow as he turned around to give me a dirty look, before realising who I was. "Ah, Stella. Sorry for the glare, I didn't realise it was you," Caleb's gruesome glare had turned into a crooked and devious smirk. "On your way somewhere?" Caleb inquired, making his way closer to me. "Actually, yeah. I have to go to the councilors office I guess," I trailed off and went to walk ahead, Caleb following me. "Yeah me too, it's about what happened this weekend, I bet" Caleb winked at me, indicating Clark's death. "Probably, Ms. Linger said we would be pulled out of classed to figure out why she had killed herself," I kept a low voice, making sure not to actually say I killed her. I don't want the nearby cameras to pick it up. Caleb got close, whispering "Keep our story, got it?" Caleb whispered in my ear, in all seriousness. I nod in response, taking a deep breath as we approach the large wooden door.

        "Councilor's Office," read on top of the door. I knock softly, and relax my face to "mourn." "It's open," can be heard muffled on the other side of the door. I slowly open the door to be greeted by the two officers and the blond councilor only. "Caleb Larse, and Stella Mare," The shorter officer, Adams, I think, began. His voice was orotund and confident. "Both of you are first for questions, However," Adams, averted his deep green eyes to Caleb. He's onto something, I know it. One of us will get caught eventually. "You, Caleb, are being held overnight in a holding cell," My eyes had widened greatly, along with Caleb. His brown eyes held nothing but fear, but I gave him a smirk, telling him I'm sticking with our story, don't worry. "Stella, we'll pull you first for personal questions," Ms. Linger opened the door, letting me in first. I took a hesitated turn to sit in the large comfy rocking chair. Her personal office smelled of of cinnamon, indicating it was getting closer to the holidays. 

      "Stella, you were closest to Clark other than Jazmin, did she ever give any hints about depression, anxiety, anything at all?" wobbly, is how I would describe the voice of her question. I heard jumbling as she dug around for her clipboard and pencil to take notes. "Well, I know she was verbally abused by her real mother, even after she was taken and given to her foster parents," My voice was low, but thick as I faked the emotion to the true statement. I could hear the little scribbles she made while writing, only stopping to look at me, wanting me to continue.  "She didn't know I knew, but I did," I began to fake the tears that spilled from my eyes. "I-I didn't do anything! It's my fault she's gone," My voice was wheezy from the true things I had used to feel guilt for. 

               Looking back, it was her fault for not telling me. I'm happy she's gone, I'm happy I had ended her life, and gotten away with it...So far. "Stella, nothing was your fault," Her voice was still weary and weak from mourning on her own time. Tears of joy spilled from my eyes, wanting to laugh, rather than cry. I kept myself from laughing the best I can. "She was taken by her current foster parents, I understand." Ms. Linger assumed, I nodded, agreeing with her statement. "What were they like?" I gave it serious thought, and decided to answer honestly. "I barely knew her foster parents. Her father was rarely home, but I spoke with her foster mother often," I waited for the scribble sounds to come to a stop before continuing. I looked down, but I could tell she was staring at me. She's part of the investigation...She has to be. There's no reason as to why I had to be pulled first. Jazmin should be in here. I should've killed her.  "Here mom was really critical and quick to judge, any actions that Clark would take, often ended in her being grounded, but we wouldn't here back from her, not for at least a week. She would avoid us. I-I I feel like it's because she knew we didn't do anything," I croaked and began to cry again. "there's nothing we could've done! Sh-She didn't tell us, how were we to know?" I dropped my head, earning a gesture of remorse from the councilor. She bought it, I think. I couldn't help but smile like a mad man. "Thank you for your time, Stella. You can head back to class if you'd like," Ms. Linger directs, rather than suggests. "Yes, thank you. I hope I had helped a bit," I whispered, as I was dismissed.

       I heard the bell ring, indicating it was time for lunch. How disgusting, I can already smell the "Sloppy Joe's" Coming from the large cafeteria. I frown, and wait in line. However, I am greeted by Finch, and my frown turns into a happy grin as he hold my hand.

          It was a long day, Finch had be requested to go into overnight custody, but after they were convinced we weren't at the party, and he didn't know Clark, the scratched the idea, and let him go.  I was still on edge, scanning the parking lot for any officers as we walked to my car. "Baby, are you okay?" Finch asks, holding the car door open for me, waiting for me to get in. "Y-yeah, long day, that's all," I slide my body in, and Finch walks around, gets in the car, and starts the almost silent engine. The drive home seemed to drag on. I could feel every nerve in my body twitch, aching for me to relieve my sanity...A light giggle escapes my lips...Then a low chuckle...a regular laugh, and soon, it evolves into a maniac fit of cackling laughter. Finch looks over, giving me a smile before joining in on my laughter. I love his laugh, and his smile, and just him, every last detail. A thin smile is stuck on Finch's face. "They let you go too?" Finch asks as we pull into our driveway. "Obviously!" I giggle as I open the door, but Finch runs around the car and swoops me up into his arms. "Nope! You're not walking today!" Finch chuckles as he carries me effortlessly to the deck. "put me down!" I laugh as I struggle to break free. Finch unlocks the door and walks in, still not letting me down. "Baby let me down!" I kick my shoes off as I playfully yell at him, knowing he wont set me down. Finch takes his shoes off as well, as mine land with a thud. Finch carries me into the living room, our lips meeting for a second as Finch trips over the chunky black cat, ending with me on top of him. "Sebastian! You damned cat!" Finch curses at the cat as I straddle him. 

         "Sorry, Are you alright?" Finch asks me, brushing hair out of my face. I nod in response. After the awkward silence, I try to get off of Finch, but he pulls me back onto him. "What?" A confused tone slips out of my mouth as Finch's face starts to turn pink. "I-I know I we've been living together for a few weeks now...And we've already had sex...I call you baby like you're mine, but you're not," I felt my stomach fall, I could almost hear the fake thud. Tears began to pour from my eyes as my whole body was already feeling empty. "Relax baby! I-I was going to ask if you wanted to change that! Be mine Stella? Please. I love you so much, and you mean the wor-" I cut him off with a gentle kiss, my hair falling and sheltering us both. "Yes, of course," I whisper with joy. Finch pulls me closer as he kisses me again. "I'm sorry it came out weird. It's just that I love you, but I haven't properly asked you. I want you all to myself," Finch's voice was low as his hands began to trail to my shoulders, and then back up to my face. "I'm all yours baby," I reply with a sincere smile. I was pulled into yet another one of his tender, warm kisses. I of course kissed him back. 

A/N~ Wow, long wait. Ive had so much going on with school already guys. I'm sorry for those of you that still read. Updates will be slow, but are sure to come. Thank you hairballs!