My mouth went dry and my heart was pounding against my ribcage. Why was he silent? He was supposed to be sure that he didn't kill anyone! What am I supposed to think?
"Look, Natalie I didn't ask you to come here, I don't want you to see my cuffed and sentenced to a crime I didn't commit." He abruptly said tearing me from my nervous thoughts. "I always get blamed for stuff whether I did it or not. It's just how things go when you got a reputation like mine."
"You didn't answer my question," I said impatiently "did you or did you not murder that person." I demanded with a slight shake to my voice.
"Like I said, caught in the wrong place in the wrong time, I didn't do it."
"Then why don't you tell the cops that?!" I yelled.
"The blood is on my hands Natalie, I can't control that." Trevor said looking down at his cuffed wrists.
That's when I burst, "WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CONFUSING AND MYSTERIOUS ALL THE TIME, IF YOU CANT TELL ME THE TRUTH THEN CONFESS TO SOMEBODY," I lowered my voice seeing the cops looking my way, "'cause you sure as hell aren't telling me." Then I stormed off, the last thing I heard before I slammed the door was "I'm sorry." Yeah, tell that to the dead woman I thought.
*****
I went to school and tried to act as if everything were normal. It was only the 3rd day of school so I had to go. When I realized that there was no Trevor sitting next to me, giving me a wicked but charming smile in class, unexpected anger heated up my face. 15 minutes into class I stood up abruptly and left the room without a word. I opened the front doors and since Sean had the car keys I headed to the park.
Once I got there I sat on bench where Trevor and I talked and almost kissed. While I sat there I thought, 'he should've said, yeah I'm from Detroit, oh, did I forget to mention I kill people as a hobby?' It would've been nice to know, but I can't blame him because he wouldn't do that. Would he? No, I know Trevor......for 3 days, but you get my point, he isn't the kind of person who would kill someone. He never denied the murder though. I'm going to find out why even if I have to kill someone myself.
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Fighting for the Bad Boy
Teen FictionBasically this is your typical story about a bad boy.