I came home to an empty house, as usual. My mom and step-father were on duty for a month. The house was quiet, and it felt almost suffocating. I knew this feeling all too well from my past life—being completely alone, with no one to talk to or confide in.
In my past life, I had called Jack, my best friend, to stay over. He was always such a jerk in class, but we got along well. He was one of the victims that got killed, and now that I knew what was coming, the thought of losing him weighed on me. Should I call him again? Ask him to come over like before?
But I remembered what had happened last time. Jack had brought drug over to my house without telling me. And the police had shown up, giving us both a punishment. We had almost ended up in prison. Lucky his father, Mr Hendricks County, are the Chief of Police. I couldn't risk repeating that.
But I still have to protect him. Maybe from a distance.
I pushed the thought aside and went to eat. As I was eating, I noticed a letter on the table. Another one of those strange letters that kept appearing. This one had a shape of a heart as the hint.
"What the hell is this supposed to mean? Is this even a hint or just someone messing with me?" I muttered under my breath.
I didn't have time to figure it out now. I just tucked the letter away in my bag, knowing it might come in handy later.
Afterward, I headed upstairs to my room. My eyes fell on my guitar, sitting in the corner of the room. It had been years since I'd touched it. Being an adult in my past life had been so hard—especially when you had work to do, and your boss was a total mess. Even Emily had liked him, though I couldn't figure out why.
As I plopped down on my bed, Ethan's words from earlier came back to me. What did he mean Seira wasn't really happy in class? She seemed fine to me. The only reason she was so quiet was probably because I sat beside her. She was always the type of girl who didn't talk much to boys. Even if... she had a crush on me.
Wait, did she?