His blood on my hands

Kendra three

It's 6 and I walk to the library. Once I get there, he's already sitting inside with his books open.

"Hi."

He looks up at me, "Hey, Kendra!"

Why is he so excited?

We start off and I catch him staring at me a few times, but I let it slide. As time goes on, I feel as though he's smarter than he's letting me believe. He's playing dumb. But why?

I think I know.

And, as the weeks progress my suspicion grows. Deep down, I've been suspecting from day one. He's here to kill me too. It's all so clear now. Of Course i'm not the only one with a mission. The subtle flirting, befriending me since day one, asking for tutoring. Why do I only really notice now? I don't know. Perhaps I've been too absorbed in my own mission. I can't show that I know. I shall play dumb too.

So I've figured out his mission, now I must figure out his play. That's quite clear too. He wants me to fall in love with him. We've always been acquaintances but for a few weeks now, he's been inciting more conversations, spending more time with me, and giving me more of his sly yet charming smiles. I wonder though, why he started so late? In these two years he could have built a very strong relationship with me, and gotten me emotionally attached. But now, with two weeks until the end, the most he could get from me is a crush. Anyways, that's not my job to worry about.

My plan was to simply kill him. I don't need to trick him, I just need to get him alone. But now, maybe I should play into his plan. Make him believe it's working. Yes. Perfect.