Zodiac

♓ | vii.

[SPENCER]

"Alright class, that is a wrap!" Andrew states as everyone is hurriedly packing their books up and rushing out the door.

As I throw my backpack over over my shoulder, I start to feel eyes burning into the back of my neck. As I turn around to see who it was, I see Andrew standing a few feet away. I take a step back.

"When are we going to talk about London Spencer?" he asks.

"There is nothing to talk about. You found a new toy, and I am not sticking around to watch."

"Spencer, It was a mistake. I cannot even describe how sorr-"

"I've got to go," I interrupt, "the library is waiting on me."

I begin to walk out of the lecture hall, but I stop at the door. I look back at Andrew, watching his eyes stare at me with a mix of emotions.

"A mistake is an accident Andrew. Cheating is a choice. What you did was far from a mistake. I am done."

With those words lingering in the air, I make my way out of the lecture hall and make my way into my graveyard shift.

[♆]

Dead. If there is anything that can describe the late night hours at the library, it is always dead. As the last individual of the day makes their way out of the library, I decide to pull out my laptop and dig into some more research.

Aly wanted me to dig a little deeper.

As I am about to open the laptop, a rustling noise showers my ears. My body stiffens, as I thought I was the only one left in the library. As much as I didn't want to move from my seat, I force my body up to investigate.

Stay calm. It could be Anya, and I just didn't see her come in.

I make my way towards the book shelves, weaving my way through each section and finding nothing or no one in my line of sight. I finally come to the last set of shelves and I decide to grab one of the books near me. If I had to defend myself, at least the perpetrator of the noise will succumb to the wrath of Mary Shelly's Frankenstein. I take a breath, compose myself, and prepare for battle.

"Oh hell-"

"AHHH!!" I scream as I chuck the book at the person who is in front of me.

The person lets out a yelp as he simultaneously gets whacked in the chest with Mary Shelly as his glasses fall off of his face. We both stand there, looking at each other. My mouth is wide open as I take in what is in front of me. A tall, but lanky guy with curly brown hair and hazelnut brown eyes stands before me, looking shocked by my reaction to him.

" I am so sorry," I start, "I didn't realize that there was anyone in here but me and-"

The man lets out a little chuckle, bends down to grab his glasses to to put them back on.

"You're good Spencer. I am told I have quiet feet."

"Wait, how do you know my name?"

The guy stands there with a look of confusion on his face.

"British Lit class," he answers, "We were in the same group on our study-abroad in London."

I stare at the guy a little closer. Memories start to flood back. Tate Williams was his name. He has been in a lot of my classes in the past. I pinned him for the most part to be a shy person.

"I am so sorry Tate. That trip is almost a blur in my mind nowadays. I should have known it was you-"

"Don't worry about it. You and Dr. Bennett were busy cuddling up together, I didn't expect you to know who I was.."

Those words caused me to freeze up.

"Wait, me and Dr. Bennett aren't-"

"It's okay," Tate interrupts, "your secret is safe with me."

I continue to look at him.

Why would he keep a secret like that to himself... or for me?

Before I got a chance to say anything back to him, a louder thud rippled through the library. 

However, this time, it was not coming from the inside... It sounded like it came from outside.

"Did you hear that?" I questioned.

"Yeah. I did..." Tate replies cautiously.

We both rush out of the section that we were in and make our way outside the library. By now it is pouring down rain. Tate and I walk around the vicinity of the library, allowing our bodies to be soaked by the minute.

"I don't see anything." I mutter under my breath as I look around.

Maybe it's just the paranoia catching up with me... Yet Tate heard the same noise... What was it?

"Hey Spencer.."

I look over at Tate. His body looks much paler now and his eyes are locked on something. I walk over to him, just for me to become as cold as he was

We both stare at the body that was hanging from a nearby tree as the wind blows it to hit against one of the library windows.

I begin to grow sick. However, I force myself to walk closer to it. Tate follows right next to me."Is that who I think it is?" he whispers, pure fear coming from his voice.

"Jackie..." I croak.

Andrew's Jackie...

The girl was completely lifeless... and on her right arm was carved another zodiac sign.

Virgo...

"We need to call the police-" I start.

"Wait, there's something in her pocket." Tate states as he adjusts his glasses and walks forward to grab a piece of rolled paper from her pocket.

"Tate, we need to take this to the police."

The boy unravels the piece of paper and reads it aloud.

"She was never perfect. She was never enough. This one is for you Spencer."

- ⛎

My body begins to shake. I can't help myself as my body makes me fall to the ground.

"Okay, we are calling the police." Tate mutters under his breath as he fiddles with his phone, his hands shaking.

This one is for you Spencer...