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Bekah stared at her best friend and twin "We can't let him walk away." Bekah looked hopeless "But we can't make him stay Becks. He wants to walk away then let him. I mean we are only teenagers who are trying to what? Solve a murder. We don't have that skill set." Robert brought the group back to reality. 

"We aren't gonna give up are we?" Bianca questioned.

"I am." Robert shrugged "It was cool at first but this is just not my style. I have to get to practice." Robert looked at his twin who sighed.

Bekah turned in the direction that Devon had started to walk and followed "Becks where are you going?" Bianca hollared out but she got no answer "You're gonna let her go?!" Bianca questioned.

"Bekah has a certain kind of heart, B. She just needs to figure this out for herself, and I can see that. I can't always stop her. You know as well as I do when she sets her mind to something there is no changing it." Robert looked at Bianca who nodded slowly "I'll walk to practice with you." Bianca slowly rose and walked off with the male Huntsman twin. 

"Hey." Bekah finally caught up to Devon as he was emerging from the woods and back into the world onto the sidewalk "What do you want?" Devon stared at the smaller female that was following him "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Bekah's voice was sweet and sincere and Devon could tell that.

"Come on." Devon nodded his head as he continued to walk "Where are we headed?"

"Why are being so nice to me?" Devon ignored Bekah's question with one of his own "You didn't kill Harrison-"

"I know I didn't but why are you being so nice to me? Was I that good?" Bekah's face flushed as Devon got a slight smirk "It isn't because of the sex.. You could use someone in your corner." Bekah answered "I have a mother." Devon pointed out. 

"I saw the look in your eyes last night. You love her but you guys aren't close. Am I right?" Devon slowly nodded his head as he walked through the busy streets with this female he felt drawn too. 

"My house. We are going to my house." Devon informed her.

The rest of the walk was quiet. Upon arrival Devon noted that the car was gone- so that meant his mother was gone as well. Bekah could smell the cigarette smoke that filled the house once she stepped in "Welcome home." Devon shut the front door and headed for his bedroom.

Bekah followed without knowing any better "Why are you wanting to give up so easily on trying to prove that you didn't kill Harrison?" The question felt foreign to Bekah as she listened to it roll off of her tongue.

The room that surrounded them was neat- to an extent. There was a pile of what was assumed to be dirty clothes in the far-right corner of the room. His bed was un-made but the blankets stayed jumbled up together on the edge of the bed as his pillows lay scattered on the bed. The desk was neat with books placed neatly on the shelf above it. 

"I am not a detective. I can't solve a murder a case especially while in high school. What is this? Some silly little Netflix show about teenagers who solve a murder. That's a bit a cliche don't you think?" 

Devon sat down on the edge of his bed and looked at Bekah expectedly which cause her to walk over and sit next to him "Why do you hate Robert and I so much?" Bekah broke the silence and caught Devon off guard "I don't. I wish I could. But I don't." Bekah couldn't help but wonder what kind of answer that was.

"What do you-"

"Bekah I don't hate you guys. I wish I did. I have been picked up and moved several times throughout my life. I never stay in one place for too long. I don't have the time or the energy to care about making new friends. But every turn I take there you two are." Devon let out "You guys have almost become like a parasite.. But I don't mind that. I almost look forward to talking to you guys. But I wish I didn't." 

"Besides if we give up on trying to clear my name then Robert wouldn't ever have to find out where I really was the night of the party. And I believe you would prefer it that way. Correct?" Bekah took in a heavy breath.

"Maybe." 

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