Derrick's POV
Even after reading her response, and getting hurt by it, I continued staring at the screen of my phone. That went on for five minutes before I decided to tuck my tail between my legs and turn off the medium through which she'd stabbed me in the heart. She was still acting weird. Or at least, I had the unshakable feeling that she was. Yes, Annabelle might be with her at the moment, but on any other day, she could have suggested that I come after she'd left. One thing I was sure of apart from the fact that she was hiding something was that Annabelle wasn't going to spend the night.
Hitting the power button of my phone, I prompted the screen to come on. A few minutes past eight. Annabelle certainly wouldn't be at her place in the next two hours but I could be. Hell, I could
