Sadistic

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Bekah turned around slowly and looked at his dark espresso brown eyes "What?" Her voice was no louder than a faint whisper and Devon looked towards the desk defeated. He let a heavy sigh fall from his lips as he swallow hard.

"I went to the party hoping to see you. I can't tell you why that is." Devon admitted "Since I have met you, you and Robert there is always something bringing me back to you." Devon concludes making Bekah sigh.

"I got you into this mess then?" Bekah questioned making Devon shake his head.

"I decided to go to a dumb party, you didn't make me." Bekah felt a whirlwind of emotions as she stared at the boy with the messy brown hair.

"Can you kiss me?" Devon raised an eyebrow as he looked at Bekah "I'm sorry what?" Devon asked making Bekah shake her head "Nothing. We have to find something." Bekah turned back towards the book shelf feeling stupid.

Without asking another question Devon lowered his head and continued to sift through the books and papers on the desk. Devon's hand began to slightly tremble as a yellow post-it note fell to the ground. The words scribbled acrossed the post-it sunk Devon's heart to the pit of his stomach as he slowly picked up the note. 

"They are going to question my mother." Bekah turned around. At first she was going to question why that was such a bad thing but the look in his eyes told her that is much more worse than bad. 

"Why? She has nothing to do with this." Bekah slowly walked over and looked at the note that had a time stamped on it in Bianca's father's hand writing- along with Devon's mother's name.

"I don't know.. maybe a character witness for me?" Devon questioned as he refused to peel his eyes away from the note. 

Bekah took the note from his hands and dropped it back into the desk drawer "If you didn't find anything else, we should leave." Devon raised his eyes to meet Bekah's.

The darkness behind his eyes didn't scare her but intrigued her. There was a mystery to Devon that Bekah could not solve. But she wanted to. 

"We got something! Come on!" Bianca busted into the office startling both teenagers who stared at her like a deer in headlights "Am I interrupting something?" Devon shook his head quickly as he lightly nudge Bekah to walk with his left shoulder. 

The group of four sat around Bianca's bedroom as she laid her phone in between them all with a worried look "This isn't good news Bianca!" Bekah complained as she looked between the phone and her best friend. 

"I never said this was the good news. There's more besides this!" Bianca defended.

"There really is Becks. They may be trying to pin this on Devon but-"

"But what?! I didn't murder this idiot!" Devon sucked in a breath as he closed his eyes and balled his fists up.

"They have another option!" Bianca grins. 

"Oh yeah? Who? Jesus?" Devon cocked his right eyebrow and Robert snickered.

"Jesus?" 

"That's who he signed his bus ticket to go see." Devon responded staring at Robert. 

"The other suspect-"

The bedroom door bursts open and Bianca's dad stood there with a warm smile. He scanned the bedroom and his smile dropped when he noticed Devon "What are you doing in my house?" He questioned. His voice was deep and rough like gravel. 

"Oh .. um - Well I-"

"Spit it out kid." Bianca's harsh glance caught Devon off guard "He didn't kill him, dad. And we are going to prove it." Bianca defended this drew Devon's gaze to her in an admirable way. 

"We'll see about that. Next time inform me of visitors." Her father turned his back before he stopped "And Clarkson.."

Devon hummed in response "Prove your innocence quickly. Cases move fast around here." It sounded more like encouragement than a threat. That gave Devon just the smallest amount of hope that he believed Devon wasn't the killer.