𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 (Ash Trilogy #3) ✔️

13

"Okay class, please don't forget about the test tomorrow, remember it's worth 30%!" the professor's voice grows louder at the end, having to shout over the noise of everybody getting up and gathering their belongings. 

Snow sighs frustratedly while tossing her bag over her shoulder. I can't help but notice her stress, constantly having my eyes on her.

"What's wrong?" I ask her. "Finally accepted your negative IQ and know you're going to fail?"

She gives me a scowl. 

"I haven't made study notes yet," she says before turning and starting to leave the lecture hall. I fast-walk to catch up to her.

"Well, I have," I say, and her head snaps up to look at me.

"Really?" she questions.

"Really," I nod. "If you want, you can come over to study later."

'If you want', even though I'm offering because I want her there, in my room with me. With a straight face like I couldn't care less, I'm praying in my head to any God that she accepts my offer.

"Okay," my lips twitch up in a smile at her words. 

"8 pm. Don't show up earlier than that, or else I won't let you in."

"Ha-ha," she fake laughs. "What are you doing until 8 pm?"

Looking into your cousin. Your aunt. Your uncle. Every single person related to you that I can find and try and understand what the fuck is going on with your family that feels so sinister and cold, like a scary movie.

"Going to the gym."

It wasn't necessarily a lie. I do need to go to the gym before I pry into the life of the girl next to me that would probably kill me if she found out what I was doing. 

"Alright - hey," we reach where we part ways, but she continues to look at me while walking backward. "Make sure you go for a new bench PR today without a spotter, okay?"

"Oh, yea that reminds me, I have something to give you first-" I cut off my own sentence while fake digging through my pocket and sticking the middle finger at her before continuing my walk to my dorm.

She shouts out from behind me, "You get less and less funny every day, Luc!"

But even with my back turned, I can feel her smile. 

I do my daily routine once I get back to my dorm. Piano, write, eat, gym, shower. I have always needed a little bit of structure in my life to prevent myself from slipping into murderous temptations that I have been good at avoiding. 

Once I have my daily routine to keep me sane done, with wet black hair I sit down at my desk and begin googling 'Brianna Reyes.'

Her last name may be different now, after the other night, but she has yet to update it on social media. I scroll through her page, trying to find out what she knows that I don't, but just like usual I find nothing.

I begin looking through her photos. She has pictures with friends, her family, and at her job. Her job. That makes me focus my eyes more on the screen. 

'Currently employed at: Jack's Sports Bar.'

Looking through her friend's photos' which have her in it, I see that she's a bartender, not a waitress. I see photos of her in the uniform with her friends going shots at 3 am for somebody's birthday. 

Once I have the phone number of the bar, I call it. I sit, listening to the ringing, leaning back in my chair with my hair which is now dry. 

"Jack's Sports Bar, how may I help you?" a girl on the other end asks in her fake customer service voice which makes me roll my eyes.