I was just leaving my history final when someone bumped into me. I didn't think much of it at the time, except you know that they could have at least apologized, but when I got back home and found a note in my sweatshirt pocket, I realized that that someone had been Julia.
The note read: Meet me 8pm in front of the library.
No signature, but I didn't need it. I recognized the handwriting.
At first, I thought that my plan worked. She was finally going to tell me and everyone else the truth.
But then I got there and saw the look on her face, and I knew I was wrong.
"That's an awful lot closer than a hundred feet," she told me.
I told her to cut the shit. To just give it up already because I am not going to stop until she admits what she did. "Grace is in so much pain," I said. "And you don't even care, do you?"
The look on her face was unreadable. I'm taking that as a no.
"I've called the police," she said instead. "And I told them what you did."
At first, I thought she was talking about the weed. Or the journal. Or the pictures. But then she went on to say that I cornered her after she left the library and started threatening her. She was so, so scared.
"You frame me? I frame you."