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line was that I shouldn't pay attention to what they said. But it's hard to do that when you were accused of something you didn't do.
    That means they didn't know who the killer was. I shivered, starting to feel scared.
    "You're safe here," Spencer said, his voice beautiful and hypnotic.
    "Spencer?" I was about to ask him something, but my mind was caught off guard by discomfort. It had begun to feel particularly dry where I stood, and my nervousness was made more evident by the beads of sweat on my forehead. I noticed Spencer looking at me curiously, as if testing me.
    I looked back at him, not sure of what was happening. He was communicating something with his eyes, but I couldn't make sense of it. He looked serious, and the dim light only made him more handsome, the shape of his face more prominent. His brown eyes darkened, making them look like a rich chocolate color. I could feel the urge to reach up to him, to kiss his handsome face, but it wasn't the right thing to do. With the right words, I could easily persuade him to do my bidding, but I wasn't that kind of girl anymore.
    He was still looking at me strangely, unblinking. It must have been the shadow, but I think his eyes had gotten nearer. I could already count his lashes. I could see the contours of his lips. If I could just tilt my head upwards…
    He was tilting his head downwards, his eyes waiting for me to say something. I looked back, waiting. He brought his face down, our lips almost touching, but not quite. He was giving me a chance to back out. Like I would do that.
    I lifted my arms, clasping them around his neck, ready for the kiss. But then, there was something that bit me. "Ouch!" I yelped in surprise.
    "What happened?" Spencer asked, confused.
    "There was something," I said, walking around him to check the back of his neck for any insect. If I found that, I would surely kill it. "It bit me. It felt like a sting."
    I checked my hand to see if it was swelling or reddening, but there was nothing to indicate that an insect had indeed bitten me.
    "Sorry," he said, though it didn't make sense.
    "It's not your fault," I smiled, feeling the tension in the air. We had almost kissed.
    Almost.
    "I should go," he said, already starting to walk towards the stairs without bothering to ask me if I wanted him to leave or not.
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    Spencer wasn't at class the next day. And neither was Alice. I was left all alone, hoping he was just late. I didn't want to bear the two-hour boring lecture without him. Besides, I wasn't sure where the thought came from, but I'm almost sure that they were together. Alice and Spencer. Somewhere, doing god knows what.
    I stabbed at my notebook, the ink from my pen spilling unintentionally. We had almost kissed. Didn't that mean anything to Spencer? It looks like it, since he had chosen this day to go out on a date with her, or whatever it was they were doing.
    I endured the boring hours by dozing off for the most part and writing senseless words on my notepad, all the while my mind's thinking about what the two are possibly doing right now. Would they come back and announce that they were back together? That would really be annoying on my part. I don't even want to think about what I would do if that happened.
    Not that I had a claim on Spencer, but I kind of thought we were developing something between us. That might just be me, of course. The old Kayleigh who thinks that everyone has a crush on her suddenly resurfaces, and I clear her off, since clearly, it's not the case this time. Spencer couldn't be anything but uninterested.
    He might even have cut class to be with her outside classes, outside this school even. I bit my lip, memories of yesterday creeping up my mind. I don't want to remember that. Which must also be what Spencer wants, since he was too eager to get back out and replace our dreadful memories of yesterday with new ones with Alice.
    I should stop caring. Yes, I definitely should. I have no time for all