Bitter Heart √

Twenty Three

I frowned once again and inhaled slowly. This was Blake I was talking to. I had to remind myself that he was a creep and would want something in return. No way in hell was he going to spill all his secrets just over a cup of coffee.

Me: Why do you think I'd take you up on that offer? You'll kill me.

A few seconds passed by.

Unknown: I won't. I'll be all alone.

Unknown: Promise ;)

Me: I don't think you're capable of being so generous.

Unknown: you'll be surprised

Unknown: The abandoned apartment behind your house. How's that?

Me: You want me to meet you there?

Unknown: Yeah. So you would know that I don't mean any harm.

I sighed.

Me: I'll think about it.

Unknown: Just in case, do not forget to bring the knife, sweetheart.

I switched off my phone and slid it back inside my pocket. Thankfully, Mr Nicholas hadn't noticed anything and was still talking about chemical equations. I hadn't even noticed that Hanna was looking at me until I let out a shaky sigh.

"What happened?" She asked, her pen hovering over her notebook as she looked at me.

I returned her gaze and forced a smile onto my face. "Nothing."

However, I'm sure it wasn't nothing. It couldn't be nothing that Blake had just texted me. It couldn't be nothing that he was asking me to meet him somewhere behind my house, promising that he won't kill me.

This wasn't just nothing.

••••••

"I asked Hanna what she thinks of you," I told Alex as we both stood in the hallway side by side.

He was shuffling around in his locker, looking for something in particular. I never offered to help him when it came to his locker. There was an average teenager's untidy bedroom, and then there was Alex's locker. That thing made me want to heave whenever I looked at it.

"What?" He stopped his search abruptly and pulled away, looking at me in horror.

I smiled at him, raising my brows.

"Sky!" He complained, almost about to shove me away by the half-eaten rotten sandwich that had been sitting in his locker for probably ages now, but I stepped away in time. "Why would you do that?"

"Hey now." I gave him a pointed look. "No human assault in school hallways. Throw it away." And when he did throw that gross sandwich away, I added, "You've done a lot for me and well, I thought I should do something for you too."