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A/N: AAAGHH! I can't apologise enough, but thank you for your patience.

At the start it might be boring, but hold tight, it gets better ;)

Sophia's POV

"Wait, another party? Didn't we just have one a few days ago?" I asked, bewildered at how much the people here party.

"Yeah, but that was, like, weeks ago," said Bella, as if it were normal to throw a party in the middle of a school week, though at least it's during the weekend. Evie nodded her head, seeming excited for it as well.

"So, you gonna come?" Bella questioned me. I pondered over it for a moment, I knew my parents wouldn't allow me... But it wouldn't be the first time you've lied to them about something like this, my subconscious butted in. I shook my head, telling myself, no more lies from now on.

"Nope," I answered shortly. "I'll probably just stay home and study for the presentation I have next Monday." They both stared at me incredulously, then at each other, shaking there head at the same time.

I  chuckled and looked around the cafeteria, not searching for anything in particular, until my eyes met his. His determent stare bore right through me, and sometimes I wondered if he even knew how intense it was.

I couldn't hold it anymore and shifted my gaze onto the other tables instead. Something felt off, I couldn't tell what it was or why I felt like this, but maybe, and hopefully, it was only my imagination.

The bell rang and we packed our things away. "See you  tomorrow?" asked Evie to Bella. They didn't have any classes together anymore, and they weren't going to meet at the the end of school today.

Bella nodded and smiled. "Bye," she waved and walked away, so did I and Evie, but in the opposite direction.

"Time for History, I guess," Evie said, and I sighed with her. I don't know why, but my motivation has been exceedingly low these last days. This isn't normal, I usually looked forward to classes, but not anymore.

We entered the room, with only four other pupils in, and went to sit down. I stalked towards my usual place near the window and pulled out the chair. I plopped down my bag and put my books on the desk, grabbing my notebook - where I wrote my notes in and drew when I was bored - with them.

Evie was currently leaning on Grayson's desk, right next to mine, chatting with me. Though, as soon as the door opened once more, she stood up and smiled at me, going over to her desk. The two girls she always sat with in History, the ones who apparently hate me for no reason, glared at me and rolled their eyes.

Grayson was the person entering the room now, just in time, because behind him was the teacher. He strolled over to the table near me and sat down, gracefully yet still, as always, intimidatingly.

The atmosphere didn't change as dramatically whenever he entered a room like in the beginning of the year, but it still made a slight difference, most people only tried to ignore it now. But I couldn't. How could I? He's right next to me, and even though I should now not feel nervous around him anymore, I still do.

"Could I borrow a pen?" he abruptly requested, and I blushed furiously when he caught me gawking at him.

"Uh, sure," I mumbled, searching for another pen in my pencil case. I picked the last one out and handed it to him - my mom always brought extra pencils and pens with me for 'emergencies'.

He grabbed it from me and looked it over for a second. It was a pink pen that I got from primary school, so years ago. We got to choose which colour we wanted, and, of course, I chose pink.

He smiled lightly and nodded his head as a 'thanks'. Well, that was a hot nod...

The teacher interrupted me from my daydreaming as she told us to take pages 89 to 91 in front of us. I wasn't planning on talking to Grayson today. Even though I wanted to, I didn't specifically have something to tell him. But I didn't need to think of something, because he already did.

"Are you going to the party?" he mentioned to me, his head still facing the black board. "On Saturday, I mean." Oh... Well, I mean if he's going...

"No," I said, shocking myself at how monotone my voice sounded. He shifted his gaze to me and just stared at me for a second, then back to the teacher, listening to what she was saying.

Okay, well that was strange...

"What about you?" I asked hesitantly.

"I'm thinking about it," came his reply. I simply nodded, not knowing what to do. In my peripheral vision, I could see the corner of his lip pull up ever so slightly, but it was gone as soon as it appeared.

I took good notes of what she explained to us, and in-between her story-telling, I made small doodles on the pages.

"You have a talent for drawing, you know," he commented in almost a whisper. I made a shocked humming noise and looked up, but again, he wasn't looking at me or my desk.

"Oh...thanks," I remarked.

"Did you ever take art classes?" What's with the many questions today?

"Yeah, in my old town I did." He nodded and continued writing things down.

Since when does he take notes? Nothing in any classes I have with him ever interested him. Maybe he wasn't taking notes of what the teacher was saying...

-

I left the room as the last student, like always, and met Logan's eyes once I was outside. He beckoned me over and I submissed.

I thanked Grayson before the bell rang for what he did when Carrie and her two minions threatened me and Natalie and Leslie. He dismissed it quickly and we didn't make conversation any further than that. He was acting weird.

"Hey, Soph, what d'you have now?" asked Logan kindly, draping an arm around my shoulder. I brusquely remembered when Logan was acting so distant and when he warned me about Grayson. I shook it off, you know what? Boys in general are weird.

"I think Chemistry or Physics, I can't remember," I muttered, speaking sincerely.

Logan grinned and looked down at me. "I guess we'll have to take the long way round to see," he noted, nudging me in the side. I giggled.

-

I came home after a few more hours of school, feeling exhausted. I wasn't going to sleep though, because if I did, I wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

I finished my homework and went on Pinterest, since I somehow got obsessed with the site the first time I went on there.

I was scrolling through my home page, when suddenly, I noticed that it was different, as if someone had edited it. The pins that showed were darker and a bit more scarier, I ignored it though, probably nothing.

(A/N: Btw, if anyone doesn't know, 'pins' are the pictures on Pinterest)

I was pleased with the amount of free time I had on a school day, and what time I spent on Pinterest, but as soon as I saw those pins, my heart skipped a beat.

Yeah, this isn't right, I thought to myself. Something definitely isn't right.

The first one had a black background, and in the middle was white text. It read: 'Have you been paying attention?'

My page was normally full of bright colours, like pink, purple, blue, orange, but I have never searched something up like this.

The second one was of a boy, his back facing me, and he was crouching down on the ground - I couldn't see what he was doing. Though, there was a gun laying next to him on the floor. The same gun I had given to... Oh no, I gasped. The same gun as I had given to Grayson.

It wasn't a coincidence, the gun size and colour was the same, the bullets - not many, only a few - weren't in the gun, but laying besides it. Just like how the gun wasn't loaded when that guy handed it to me and sent me to give it to Grayson.

Even the boy seemed familiar, and I now understood why. He had the same hair colour as him. Dark brown, almost black and... My eyes were wide and my lips had parted. It's Grayson. It didn't look like him, it was him.

I decided to read the text on the pin: 'You don't know him, you only know what he allows you to know.' And I scooted closer to my screen, now on the tip of my chair. What does that mean?! Why is this happening? What do I have to do with Grayson?! Wha- I inhaled deeply. I shall remain calm, was my only thought. It won't help if I freak out.

I moved on, and there was one more pin that bothered me, and I was going to read it, out loud.

"It surprises me how stupid you are, Sophia. I can't believe I made myself think you were smart. After all the hints I gave you, you're still in love with a fucking murderer." The steady and loud voice I had started reading in has faltered and began trembling. I ended up whispering in fright.

How the hell does this...person know my name, who I am? They're talking about Grayson, no doubt. Grayson was the murderer.

I smacked my computer shut and pushed my chair back, as if something was about to jump out of my screen. I speed-walked to the curtains and draw them shut, also making sure the windows were locked.

"This can't be happening! This can't be happening! This can't be happ-" I paced circles in my room. Was Grayson really a...killer? I shook my head violently. No! No, no, no. he's not! Don't let him convince you of such lies, Sophia!

But I couldn't stop. Why would this person try to convince me of such things if they weren't true? What would they achieve? And Grayson does own a gun. He also knows that crazy guy who almost shot me in the head...

"How stupid could I be?!" I was frustrated with myself and face-palmed my forehead. Of course it's that crazy guy! He knew Grayson, and is the only stranger who has my number and knows personal info - such as my name. Maybe he's telling the truth about Grayson...

Okay, the things I already know are;

1) They aren't friends, that's for sure. They were childhood friends, though. Something must've happened between the two. Best friends don't go from being so close to each other to accusing the other for murder.

2) Grayson owns a gun, it doesn't have bullets in it though.

3) That crazy guy - I really need to figure out his name - has most-likely hacked my Pinterest account. Who knows what else he might have hacked. I mean, he also somehow found a way to text my phone number, twice. So, he's a genius master-mind, or he has someone working for him. But Grayson's only eighteen. How can people so young already know how to do these things; how to shoot a gun, how to fight the way he does and how to hack systems? Are they all in a secret spy club or something?

Those three things were enough to scare me to death. I'd usually want to call Grayson for comfort, but now... You can imagine how I'd feel. He might be a freaking killer!

The thought of him being in my house, him sitting on my bed, and him - I cringed and shook my head again - kissing me was more than repulsing. At least I was in my house, safe at last and away from any danger.

I just have to take my distance from Grayson, I guess, I told myself, walking towards my bathroom to brush my teeth. I couldn't stay awake any longer. My mind needed a rest and I couldn't bare the thought of seeing Grayson tomorrow again.

Does anybody even know? Do his friends know?! What if he tried to murder someone tonight again? What if he already has murdered more than one person...

I closed my eyes tightly and put my toothbrush in my mouth.

Please let this be a sick joke.

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A/N: Sorry for the loads of moments I skipped time! I had to write quickly as I was in a hurry :/

So, once again, please excuse my grammar mistakes.

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