[Amy's POV]
Last month, a girl named Jenna Plume hung herself in the choral room. Friends of hers were extremely shocked, considering the fact that "suicide was not something Jenna would've ever even considered," a source says.
"She was going to Yale," a close friend says. "Jenna was an amazing writer; she wanted to be a journalist and travel the world."
Investigators state that there had been obvious signs of struggle, for there were several large rug burns on her legs. There had been three teenagers in the room - Kendra Montgomery, Joshua Becker, and Logan Mull - when authorities discovered her suicide. Dr. Singer says that this could have been a murder, but in order to confirm his suspicion, the investigation has to continue a bit deeper.
"What are you reading?" Quentin looked over my shoulder. I shut off the tablet and shoved it into my backpack in record time. He held his hands up in surrender. "Full of secrets, are we?"
I sighed. "Sorry."
He shrugged. "It's all good."
A blonde-haired girl with faded pink streaks sat down next to Quentin with her lunch tray, and huffed. I frowned, wondering what the hell a prep was doing here.
"Oh, Amy, this is Chastity," he introduced me, and right then did my frown immediately disappear. Chastity offered a shy smile, which I had kindly returned. She looked completely different from what I had pictured her to be; instead of looking like Janice from Mean Girls, she looked more like a kinder version of Regina George. She wore a pale pink cardigan, with a white frilly top and a silver crescent moon necklace to go with it, and faded pale blue jeans with pale pink flats. Chastity was gorgeous; her bright blue eyes wide and shining in the sunlight that seeped through the blinds on the cafeteria windows.
Why can't I look like that?
"Hello," I managed.
"Hi." Her smile seemed forced; like she just couldn't pull off a real one to save her life. I knew how that felt, so I gave her the same one in return.
"Oh, God, don't look now," Quentin rolled his eyes at the cafeteria doors. "Dean Winchester is here."
My heart leaped, and I felt my cheeks burn slightly from that stupid reaction. He waltzed in, winking at girls at random tables as he scanned the room until he locked eyes with me. For what seemed like minutes did we just stare at each other, until I pulled my eyes away and concentrated on my black combat boots.
"I love your hair," Chastity offered quietly, nodding at my red streaks. I looked up, realized she was talking to me, and smiled small again.
"Thanks," I mumbled. After a long awkward silence, I returned the compliment. "I like yours, too."
"Thank-"
Just then did Dean plop down next to me and offer a cocky smile. I groaned and rested my head on the table.
"What's up, Winchester?" Quentin greeted sarcastically.
Go away, I wanted to scream, but I didn't have the energy to.
"Nothing much, Q." I could hear the smirk in his voice, and it drove me crazy with irritation and amusement. "Heard Amy here saved your ass in 1st period."
I sat up, glaring at him.
"Yeah, she did," Quentin nodded. "I owe her."
"No you don't," I argued.
"Hell yeah he does," Dean chimed in. "She nearly took a pounding from Xavier today in the hall before I stepped in." He looked over at me and winked. I shook my head, feeling my jaw tighten.
