"You think he'll let you?"
"You think he can stop me?"
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Margeux can't decide whether she's a sociopath, or a psychopath. Continuous events tend to sway her either way. Out of all the people she could kill on her eighteenth birthday, she en...
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"YOU'RE TOO BRATTY." I tell Reign as we exit Margeux's place.
"Don't test me."
"Or you'll cry to daddy?" I pout.
"You know every time I've gotten revenge it's been by myself." He warns me.
I hate that I'm silenced.
He's right. A while back, Reign was...alright with everyone. He was always distant, always had a superiority complex - but at least we were able to work together. We were friends.
Then the incident happened.
Then he got his revenge.
And now we're here.
"That girl obviously didn't kill Callum Dickens." I say as we walk back to my car.
"Oh and you're certain?" He asks me.
"She didn't take the bait for inheritance, she didn't come across as nervous - and we had an unspoken friendship thing going on I don't wanna ruin." I explain.
"You wanna be friends with her so that automatically means she isn't the killer?" Reign blinks at me.
"Exactly." I nod.
He rolls his eyes and leans his head back as he looks up into the sky. I remember a time I used to really like Reign. When I thought we were friends. I've tried desperately to get that side of him back, but it's no use. We can't be the friends we once were. No matter how many times Elliot warned me of that, I still held onto hope.
Hope that is now tarnished.
"Was she the last person on the list of people at the bar last night?" I ask.
"Yes," He sighs, "She was also the only young brunette girl who could be considered pretty by Callum so I'm keeping my eye on her."
I agree that out of everyone she fits the bartender's description of the girl Callum was feeling up best.
But her eyes.
They were blue and inviting, and I can't imagine she'd ever do it. She reminded me more of a distant friend than she did a stranger. She reminded me of a friend I had before he became a brooding idiot (wink, wink).
"Want Thai food?" I ask finally as we hop into the car.
