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

13 | COMFORT

"So, it's a date."

I frown at Willow, who is currently seated at her desk, typing on her computer. I am lounging in her beanbag chair, and we've been going back and forth as we decide on who my next victim will be. Dex will be here any minute, which I notified her of. She asked why, and here we are.

"He asked me to lunch. We're friends."

"Why are you so in denial?" Willow asks, turning away from the computer to face me. I just quirk an eyebrow at her, currently in the process of messing with a Rubik's cube. I've already solved it ten times in the last hour, but I'm bored and fidgety. I have no idea why I'm so nervous to hang out with Dex, since I've done it several times in the past, but whatever. "You literally called him hot. You look at him the same way he looks at you."

I sigh, focusing back on the toy in my hands as I contemplate this. It's true, I would absolutely love to be more than friends with him. I'm also just fully aware that it would be an awful idea. The more I'm around him, the worse everything gets. Each second we spend together adds
emotional attachment, and every lie I have to tell him puts me at even more risk.

"Don't want to get my hopes up," I tell her simply. "You said it yourself, we'd be a bad idea."

I see Willow turn back to her computer after a moment, beginning to type something. I continue to think about Dex while she thinks of a response, and this is really not good for my health.

"I'm not saying you have to date him, but it might be good to get him out of your system." Willow supplies, and something about that doesn't sit right with me. Get him out of my system? She probably means something along the lines of what she's been alluding to this entire time: sex.

I'm not sure if that could work, though. Willow's existence has proven that I'm capable of some sort of emotional attachment, and I've never done anything intimate with another person. Ever. I don't think I'd be able to without feeling something, despite who I am.

So, I wouldn't be able to get him out of my system. If anything I should be avoiding sexual contact under any circumstances—if I'm to do anything at all. Which, I probably should. I don't want to avoid him, but the weird tension between us is undeniable.

"That's impossible," I tell her simply, beginning to irritate myself with how fidgety I am. I just know he'll be here any minute, and it's driving me crazy with nerves. Of course, it wasn't nearly as bad before Willow decided to try and convince me i was asked on a date. I'm pretty sure that if he did, I'd know. He probably would've said that's what it was.

"Whatever. Anyway, look like this guy committed another hit and run—why are there so many of those?" Willow mumbles the last part, and I perk up at the change in subject. I would much rather plan homicide than talk about boys. "This one's really bad, looks like he killed a mother of five. At least in this chat room, he seems guilty about it. Doesn't seem like he has any family in the area. I think he grew up in the system like you."