The Secret Life of Chloe Lyons #WATTYS2015

School - The Custodian Closet - Monday, August 15th - 8::30 a.m.

I blink a couple of times, rereading the note a dozen times.

Emma is dead. Tell no one. xoxo. me

This is so unrealistic. This cannot be happening. Why Me?

A tear falls down my cheek. And then all of a sudden, an avalanche happens on my face.

I look into the mirror. All of my make-up is ruined. I rarely ever wear make up. Except for today. The day I shouldn't have. I pull my long coarse of hair into a high, very messy, ponytail.

What am I going to do? Who can I trust to tell? Should I go to the cops? I can't trust that. I can't risk anyone else.

I walk out of the bathroom into the hallway.

I feel like I'm being watched. Scratch that. I know I'm being watched.

"Hey, Chloe." I hear, as I'm walking down the hall.

Oh no. Is it the principal? Emma's killer? My stalker?

I suddendly smell cologne.

I turn around, quickly, and I'm face to face with Joe Baxter. He is wearing a different baseball cap covering his long hair. His deep set of blue eyes are gleaming. Is it a killer's gleam?

"What do you want?" I say, harshly. I know it's him. Who else can it be? It's obvious.

He just smiles, stepping closer to me. " I just... I didn't see you at the skating rink."

I suddenly remember what that text said from the blocked number.

"Don't play dumb, Joe." I say, a little scared.

"play dumb?" He asks, confused.

"Just stop! I'm tired of these games you're playing! Sending weird, stalkerish texts, pretending you killed Emma?! Just because you like me? Or because I didn't go to the skating rink with you?!" I whisper raise my voice at him.

"wait. Hold on." He says. "When did I ever do any of this to you?" He laughs.

I pause. He didn't do it.

He's still laughing, harder now. "Do you honestly think that i would stalk you? Just because you didn't show up at the skating place!"

"so you didn't..." I struggle to find words. He was my only suspect.

I pull him into a nearby janitor's closet, real fast. Thankfully It's open.

"Oh, Chloe, I didn't know you had a bad side." I can feel him grinning as he tries to touch me.

I slap his hand. "Joe Baxter, can you keep a secret?"

*This is basically a filler chapter!

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