Stacy.
I panted for air after touching the necklace. His reasons make sense although that thing didn't have to be so harsh on my hand.
" I need you to do me a favor." He said.
" My answer is..."
" You owe me a favor, remember." He cut in .
" Okay fine, it better not be a dead body you want help hiding. "
He cackled.
" No, something else. You'll know soon." He replied.
He's asking for a favor but won't mention what it is? A part of me thinks this is a terrible idea, while another part of me thinks, why not give this a try, his mysterious nature is intriguing. I know that I shouldn't. He trusts me for a reason. Maybe I should do the same, although there's a question I want to ask him but not now, my hand hurts from that stinging thing.
" Geez! That thing hurts." I replied as I m
