Fifteen minutes into class and I just couldn't concentrate. Harley...my mind was clouded with thoughts of Harley, who was sitting right beside me. When Tyler mentioned her name, I became agitated, but in truth, some of the things she did seemed a little suspicious.
Like before Dale died, what did they speak about? What was this unspoken intensity she had with Gretchen? I breathed heavily, running my fingers through my hair.
"Hey," I turned to see Harley passing a note to me.
I reached for it, taking it from her and deftly opening it. It read, "Are you okay? You seem troubled."
She always does this...it's as if she's closely watching me, assessing my every emotion. No, I'm probably just being paranoid.
I turned to face her, mouthing, "I'm fine."
After a few minutes, a feeling of dread
