The Specimens Of Murder

When she saw him, her heart stopped cold. His shaggy brown hair, his charcoal gray eyes. She couldn't help but stare as he turned the pages of what just so happened to be her favorite book. He looked up from it for a moment, and looked her in eyes. Allison knew she'd been caught staring, but he gave a polite smile and went back to the book. It was settled. Allison knew from that moment right then and there that he was the one. The first boy she would ever kill.