Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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"Do you know who she was with that night?" I ask this Australian man with tattoos and piercings. Before last April, I wouldn't judge a book by its cover. But that nonjudgmental Aspen is dead. Now, every detail on this man is being dissected.
I'm hyper-aware he won't look me in the eyes. His clear avoidance is intentional too, with eyes like mine people stare intently into them, bouncing between the two different irises. But this man, he is avoiding them like the plague.
"No, I've got to get to class." He rounds me and stuffs his arms into his pockets, giving me a sullen glance from over his shoulder as he passes and momentarily, slips into the filtering crowd.
I spin and skip a step to catch up to him and keep with his quick gate, "You said you met her that night. When you met her was she with anyone? Did you notice anything strange?"
"Fuck's sake." He growls and the tattooed chords in his muscular arms tighten beneath his ripped sleeveless shirt. "Talk to the police."
"I've been talking with the fucking police for the past year, and they've got nothing."
He stops abruptly and faces me, his russet eyes rage into mine, for a moment sending a surge of fright down my spine and lifting the hairs on the back of my neck as it triggers the primal instinct to cower.
I didn't come here to be intimidated, or scared. Foxy deserves this. I can't be afraid of anything for her.
"How many times do I need to say 'I can't help you'?"
"Then answer the question!" I bark back -- loudly.
My outburst jolts him and causes a couple of others to look at me sideways, but the dark wild glare he's giving me softens, and his shoulders slump, "I saw her with a brunette chick, they seemed to be friends. I don't know her name."
Foxy was in a Sorority, which is already on my radar.
Ripping my cell phone from my pocket I type Brunette chick into my notes. "That's an iPhone?" He asks, seeming surprised.
"Yeah?" I lift my attention back to him and notice we're the last two standing outside of building eleven. I will be late for my first class on the first day, but I couldn't care less.
His dark angled brows furrow for a moment and he shakes his head, clearly thrown off by my phone.
"Do you pay for it yourself?" He asks, still staring at it.
"What the fuck?" I state and glance around suddenly uneasy. I'm out here with this weirdo and possible murderer. "What? Are you gonna steal it?"
He scoffs, his trance on my phone broken, "No."
He turns without another word and enters the building, throwing the swinging door open and leaving me outside alone.
Dropping my attention back to my phone, I type two words.
