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"i noticed everything. i just acted like i didnt." -unknown.
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VIENNA COULDN'T BELIEVE THEIR LUCK. The TA of the man who is a prime suspect in the case had simply fallen into their lap. It was completely and utterly insane. Michael caught up to cassie and Vienna, falling into line as if he'd been there the entire time with them.
"Everyone take a seat. I'll get the lights." The TA's name was Geoffrey, with a G. That was how he'd introduced himself, as if it would be a horrible tragedy if someone had thought he was Jeffery with a J.
"Getting cold feet?" he asks, walking behind them, flicking on the light switch. "Criminology isn't for everyone." Vienna held back a smirk as he says this, if only he knew that four teens from the FBI were listening to him now.
"I'm Pre-Law." Geoffrey says.
"Philosophy minor?" Cassie inquires, unable to help herself.
He pauses, smirks. "Double major." He climbs onto the stage, plugging his laptop onto the projector. Why in the hell brings their laptop to a frat?
It didn't make sense, this guy being a killer. He was so full of himself that it didn;t actually make sense that he would need validation from killing, though, again, Vienna never saw it coming with Locke either.
She turned around to see Michael, a pretty girl on his arm. She was pretty, blonde, curvy, and had an interesting pair of glasses unlike any others that Vienna had ever seen. Leave it to Michael to bring in reinforcements, and reinforcements that Geoffrey seems to know, The blonde girl puts her arm around Michael's waist, and the sight of such a thing causes Vienna's eyes to snap away, a bit of jealousy coursing through her system.
"Veronica, this is Bryce. Bryce, Veronica." I tried not to snicker as he looked at me, because I'd chosen Sterling's name as my alias.
The hipster girls' name was Bryce, an interesting name for a girl. Interesting. I still wanted to walk over there personally, and remove her arm from Michael's waist, but I couldn't.
"Geoffe." The girl says, motioning to Michael. "This is Tanner, we're here for the show." I had to avoid eye contact with Michael because if I looked at him neither of us would stand a chance. The fact that he's used Briggs's name as an alias was hilarious.
"You weren't invited, Bryce." Geoffrey says, his voice having an edge that made it sound like he hadn't meant to say that bit.
"I doubt you'd want Folge to know there was a show." The girl counters.
