The Doctor Of East Hadena [MXM] [SERIAL KILLER] ✓

12 | SUSPICION

I don't even check my phone to make sure, but when I arrive outside, I find Willow had parked near the front entrance of my building. The truck is crooked, and barely in the lines, but I decide that it's the middle of the night and probably not a big deal.

When I reach the vehicle, Willow hops out of the driver's side, a smile on her face that is way too happy for the circumstances. I know it's because she got to drive, and that always puts her in a great mood, but I can't help the frown on my face. When she catches sight of me, her smile doesn't falter, but she does give me a bit of a strange look.

"What's wrong with you?" Is Willow's greeting, and I give her a look, before beginning to open the back of the truck. I'm glad it's dark outside , because otherwise I'm sure she'd question me about the blush on my face as well.

The tension between myself and Decari is already getting to be too much, and we haven't even had that many interactions, when it comes down to it.

Friendships are stressful, I'm learning.

"Dex stresses me out," I notify her, opening the back a moment later and beginning to gather her things together. She rounds the truck and starts helping, putting the smaller things in a bag, while I decide to just carry a box for now. She does so as well, and it hits me that we are probably going to have to make quite a few trips. Even together, Willow and I don't have much talent when it comes to hard labor of any kind.

"Why, 'cause he's a cop?" Willow asks as we make our way back to the building. I can't help but wince when she says that, because I've developed a tendency to forget Decari's job.

"I mean, yeah," I reply, holding the door open for her. She leads the way to the elevator, acting as though she's been here a hundred times. If I remember correctly, though, the last time she was in my apartment would've been a few months ago. I can't even remember why, but usually the only thing that brings her here is the desire for a home-cooked meal every once in a while, so that was probably it.

"He also just makes me nervous, though."

"Okay, so nothing's changed."

I can't help but to give her a deadpanned expression as we enter the elevator. The elevator, which I can't ride on anymore without thinking of Dex. He is infecting every aspect of my life, slowly, and it's driving me insane.

"It's worse now."

"How?"

I frown, trying to think of a way to even put into words what I'm feeling at the moment. It's quite difficult, and nothing comes to mind, and eventually I just settle on; "he's everywhere. I can't escape him."

We reach my floor a moment later, and right as we step out of the elevator, I find Dex in the process of carrying one of my boxes over to his apartment. He's still shirtless, and sweaty, and I find myself distracted. My face lights up, and I can't help the way a blush begins to color my face. Annoying, since it had just gone back to normal.