"Uh, no, I live in Bankstown too, you know?" he stuttered a bit.
"Well, I don't stalk people so I wouldn't know," I blurted out, loud enough for only him to hear it. It came out harsher than I meant it. I wasn't trying to make a scene.
"I'm sorry, I-I didn't me-" he cut me off before I could finish.
"You think I stalk you?" a small smile played on his lips.
"I didn't say that" I said, quieter.
"Didn't you? Or did you just infer it?" he asked.
"I didn't do either," I hissed at him. He nodded in a sarcastic manner. His eyes were a peculiar type of brown. I was pretty sure I'd seen specks of green in them.
"Far out," I muttered to myself. I rolled my eyes and walked away. 'I don't need to deal with people like him right now."
"Hey wait up," I heard him call. I stopped and turned around. He had a grin on his face.
"What do you want now?" I asked in annoyance.
"You didn't even tell me your name." I smirked.
"You want to know my name?" I burst into laughter, "May I ask why?"
"No you may not," he had a playful tone in his voice.
"Then...you may not know my name," I smiled too sweetly.
Before he could respond, the bell rang and I walked off to my homeroom. Then it started up again. That craving. But it was different this time. It wasn't a just a craving. It was a demand from my brain.
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超自然Chlöe had always had an obsession with cannibalism. It just interested her. She found it intriguing the way the cannibal's thought process worked, how and why they murdered and who they murdered. What astounded her most were signs and symptoms of be...
