A week had passed since I killed Jason.
I had become attached to my bed and the little desire that I normally had to
socialize with my mates became a distant feeling.
My thought was that I would be happy that he's gone for good but seeing him had
reopened an old wound.
I heard a knock on my door, and I contemplated on whether I should let whoever in.
“Come in.” I sighed.
“Oh, it's you. I thought it was Leo again.” I say sitting up in my bed. “Did you bring
pizza?”
“Yes of course I did. I'm not gonna let you starve to death.” Quinton smiles, putting the
large double cheese pizza on the bed.
“Thanks Quincy.” I peck him on the cheek.
He gave a slight blush in return. “No problem, Ava.”
I open the pizza box and retrieve a slice, taking a bite of the cheesy goodness.
I felt Quinton's gaze on me, so I glanced at him curiously.
“What?” I ask him, shrugging my shoulders.
“You know what.” He replies, cocking his head to the side. A concerned look plastered
