Should I see who it is?
What if it's a murderer?
Or a hitman? Hiding someone's dead body?
What if that person is dangerous?
Should I just go home and never come back?
I decide to do exactly that.
I'm too scared to see who it could have been.
"Where were you, Jessica? We were so worried." Mom says when I get home.
I sigh.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't handle talking about her. You know how I feel about the whole thing." I say, quietly.
She puts an arm around me, bringing me into her embrace.
"I'm sorry, baby. The Martins' left as soon as they finished dinner. They apologized for Lou's behavior and Lou herself apologized." Mom says.
Mom understands the way I feel about Aaliyah's death. She understood that Aaliyah meant a lot to me, and I miss her terribly.
"It's fine. I'm fine." I say tiredly.
"Just be clear about one thing. No matter how badly you want to go there, take your phone with you. Got it?" She says sternly.
I nod my head, not realizing I had forgotten my phone and hug her.
"Thanks Mom. I love you." I say.
"I love you too, honey. Now go get some rest, you have school tomorrow."
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"I went to visit Aaliyah yesterday." I tell Jas quietly, the following day.
She is the only person who knows about Aaliyah.
Her eyes fill with concern.
"How are you feeling?" She asks.
"Scared. I wasn't alone at the cemetery yesterday." I shudder remembering the sound of the whispers and the shadow.
Her eyes widen in shock.
"What do you mean?" She asks.
Before I can fill her in, Erick and Jake come into sight, so I change the topic.
"I'll tell you later. Oh, by the way, Coach told me to tell you and the team that we have practice after school today and next week will be our first match against each other to form the team for the Championship."
"Ladies." Jake says, striding up to us.
"Missed us?" Erick asks.
"In your dreams." I say, rolling my eyes.
"You dream abut me? I knew it!" Eric says, cockily.
"You wish." I say.
"You're mean." He says, pouting.
He looks so cute when he does that.
"You're annoying." I shoot back.
He huffs and puts a hand to his chest.
"You wound me, señorita." He says dramatically.
I shove him lightly, smiling.
"Drama queen."
"Do you have any plans after practice?" Jake asks all of us during lunch.
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Trusting You
Teen FictionArrogant, confident, bold, sassy and smart, Jessica Lopez is the 'Queen Bee' of her school. She is tough and cold around people she doesn't trust. Which is pretty much the entire high school except her best friend, Jasmine Anthony. Jessica doesn't t...
