Chapter 16

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Why can't it ever just be who I want it to be

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Why can't it ever just be who I want it to be. What is it with this cruel, fake world?

I swear to God if it's Diana Cole again, I will run.

Slowly walking to the car, I try to look through the window but it's tinted.

The window rolls down and I immediately stiffen.

Why does every single person at that school seem to know where I live?

It's like every day it's someone new.

I feel my hands start to shake as I plaster on a fake smile.

"Zac." I say, forcing my voice not to shake. "What are you doing here?"

He smiles at me and it's the same kind of smile where you know something's just not right.

It's not genuine.

It's just terrifying.

Like when clowns smile. They're supposed to look happy but they don't most of the time.

They just look creepy.

"I just decided to come pick you up. Strange burst of kindness, I guess." Zac says, with that same unsettling grin.

There was nothing kind about the way you killed those people last night.

I take in another shaky breath as I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Well, I really do appreciate you randomly driving to my house despite the fact I never gave you my address..." I trail off as his eyes seemingly darken.

"How about you just get in the car, Athena." Zac says, nodding his head.

Panic mode.

Initiate punching myself in the face.

Before word vomit comes out, I attempt to think over my options.

Crazy mom or crazy serial killer.

I think my best option is fairly obvious.

I cough into my arm in the best fake way I can and look back up, putting my hand on my forehead.

"I'm actually sick, I think. Rain check?" I ask.

That same smile slowly spreads across his face.

"Right. Tell your mom I said hi." Zac says as he rolls up the window and drives away.

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