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The girls are now in the extreme ends of the bus each clinging onto the sturdy bus handles. As such, the previous incident gone like honey in a rushing waterfall, people soon accomadated to the awkwardness, some gawked at the broken couple a few times before finally resting their attention on the scenary, and some being indifferent from the start.

Yet, I couldn't keep my eyes off her, I'm sure she knows that I'm gawking at her like a perverted old uncle yet I can't stop, the smile, her expressions and her life, i really want to know all about it like a bear starved of honey.

but all my daydreaming was suddenly broken as stacey comes near me like a assasin aiming to kill his targets while being as still as shadows at night.

"Hey"

She casually waved her hands at me and came near me like a hurricane with no warnings.

"hey... stacey"

I tried my best to sound cheerful but with what and all happened, it's really hard to try to be normal, especially so when I have been fantasizing about her just seconds ago.

She is now within inches away from me and said in a deep sultry voice like a vicious mermaid aiming for the lost traveller's throat

"Have you heard of the killings lately?"

"Huh?"

she continued on as if I'm a idiot incapable of processing thoughts,

"The Killings? You haven't heard of it?"

"No, I mean, yeah I heard about it, it's just that it's so random that my brain got struck for a sec there"

Stacey made a notion as if to convey that it's no problem at all.

"Right so about the killings, do you have any ideas?"

This conversation turned more and more strange, her voice appeared more and more like a ecstatic old guy talking about his insane dreams to anyone who would listen and she appeared like a demon disguised as an angel.

"So?? do you have any thoughts mr R.Y.L.A.R?"

she said my name letter by letter as I'm a pre-schooler, yep, time to get back to the convo now... this shi is too much for me to handle

"Right I was just thinking, I wasn't spacing out or anything as you think"

she made or tried to make a expression similar to understanding my concern and continued on with her now dead monotone voice

"I see, so the killings?"

"I just know the killings happened near our school, that's about it actually"

Stacey made a troubled expression as she lowered her eyes and quickly regained all her colors and started asking bizarre questions yet again.

"Mm mm, then any idea about the culprit?"

"No mr Bond, I'm still figuring out the culprit's motive"

"The whydunit doesn't matter here mr sherlocks, the question is whodunit?"

Perhaps I'm enamored by her lifeless tone or her eyes or her expresssion, I had chills all over my body as if the person right front of me is actually the serial killer who I have been working to catch all year.

"Stacey, on all seriousness, how would I know? or perhaps, do you have any clue?"

Stacey picked up on what Rylar said and quickly retorted right back to erase any suspicions on her

"Yeah big surprise but everyone except you probably knows that th culprit is actually one of the people living in this town"

This town? the people I known so long could actually be that serial killer...?

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"No, that can't be stacey, stop going around spreading rumours"

I want to reject such a cruel story but even then, Stacey erased that small peace I held onto

"The detectives let out a mouth slip apparently, that the culprit couldn't possible be of outside origins, so residents of the new apple street are now looked with scrutiny, you didn't felt any weird gazes these days?"

weird gazes? I am pretty sure I didn't get any of those before, is it because I rarely go out these days? No that cou-

"So any suspects?"

Her voice once again helped me rise from the ocean of daydreams and I begin to think, if there is a serial killer, then who is the most likely?

....I soon caught a eerily strange girl trying to smile at me but I put that back in my head and replied to her question at last.

"None that could fit the bill for now"

Just as I was about to finish that sentence, I sawn a mocking expression on her face as if to say that she sawn right through me, eyes that are strangely chilling and a boring deep voice completely complementing her overall painstakingly normal appearances.

"Really Rylar? You didn't think of me? hahahah"

fuck she got me-

"No- I- the thing is-"

she stopped me as if to say that what I'm saying will always be excuses

"There is nothing to be panicking about or being sad about, Rylar, In fact I appreciate that you at least aren't trying to deny it."

she waited a few moment before finally, speaking again with more volume to her deadbeat voice now

"I understand it y'know, I'm an easy target right? I don't express myself very much, I am always alone with no one to back me up and you think I won't stand up for myself too, so of course consciously or unconsciously you will think the best thing is to just make me take the blame..."

Tears are slowly welling up on her eyes, she barely seems to hold it, as some untimely fallen down at her cloths and the dry bus floor, the environment which until seemed awkaward now suddenly turned into full murderous intent at me as if I did the worst crime possible to man.

It was so bad, that I had to breath hard a couple of minute before straighening myself out to see that she had stopped her tears with the flower embroided handkerchif she had at her hand, soon, a new surge of feeling wash over me like I'm a alien experiencing human emotions for the first time.

Yet this feeling so familiar but so strange, it is paining yet also giving a sense of foreboding, as if I'm going to smashed to dead if I don't move away from that place right now.

Now, I just need to talk myself out of this, yes... I can figure out the rest soon...

"i'm sorry... I guess I'm feeling unwell today, I don't know what's happening to me even now..."

"Yeah take your time, I'm sure you need it more"

A sharp pain runs through my heart, Why did I say that? I should have never suspected a girl or anyone for that matter without any evidence, damn it god damn it damn it, especially why her you moron? really? your own god damn crush? what's wrong with your head fuckkkkkk

and I looked up yet again, to see that Stacey is gone and only to meet with Taylor's pitiful gaze towards me and gestured to me that my destination has come.

I boarded off the bus and felt a strong daze coming in like tsunami after some strong waves crashing each other at me.