Dressed For Death

CHAPTER 4

HAYDEN

She was getting on my nerves. She won't shut up for a second and I was beginning to have a headache with all that talking.

"I never had many friends, especially now. Every time they ask me about my job, they always run away after I tell them" She said to me while looking down at her feet. I don't blame them.

"Maybe if you weren't so weird, people would want to hang out with you" I replied.

"You're an asshole" she muttered.

"I know" I smirked and I looked down to look at her. For fuck's sake... I think I hurt her by saying that. It bothered her to have no one as a friend.

"I think people are just jealous you're smarter than them. Not everyone can do what you do every day," I shrugged, and she looked at me with an uncertain look on her face. "I know I wouldn't be able"

"Just this morning you were about to throw up just by looking at her corpse" she laughed and that fucking sound made my heart stop for a second.

"I think it will be the last time I enter an autopsy room," I said in disgust, but I knew I wouldn't be able to stop going there when I get to see her every morning.

The thought made me frown. I didn't want to admit to myself that she actually picked my interest.

"So, why did want to become a detective?" She asked me.

"Because I was meant to become one," I said. I never had a say about anything concerning my life. "What about you?"

"Let's just say death has been by my side for a long time, and being surrounded by it at work didn't bother me" she softly smiled. Her gaze shifted to an old bookstore and I could've sworn stars lit up in her eyes.

Her pace quickened and she rapidly made her way over that bookstore. I followed her, wondering what the hell got her so excited.

"Would you mind telling me why we're going to a bookstore" I grumbled as she stopped in front of the store.

"I need new books" she shrugged. She pushed the door and the scent of cinnamon nearly suffocated me.

I nearly lost her in the bookstore until I saw a redhead girl shuffling through the shelves. "So you dragged me here so you can buy new books," I said to her.

"I didn't force you to come here detective" she frowned as she looked over for books. I looked over which section we were in and of course, it had to be romance.

"Romance? I thought thrillers would be your thing lady death" I said as I picked up a book from a shelf.

"Not everything about me is related to gore, blood, and horror butter biscuit" she smirked. She took a book and walked to another section of the bookstore.

I found a couch and sat down there while she picked her freaking books. That girl was strange in so many ways.

"Well, well, well if it isn't my sweet Juliette," an old lady said to her. Juliette turned so fast when she heard the old lady speak.

"Mrs. DuPont!" She said as she dropped her books on the floor and ran to embrace the old woman.

"It's been so long since you've come here," Mrs. DuPont said as she brushed away a strand of hair from Juliette's face.