“I can’t believe this,” I muttered, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Have they arrested the person that did it?” Alex asked Charlotte.
She shrugged. “Don’t think so. The news said that she’d been stabbed and that she was found by a passer-by. She was stabbed and left in an alleyway. They’re ruling out a mugging because she still had her purse and cell phone,” Charlotte answered.
Even though I hated her, I still felt a pang of sorrow that she’d died. No one deserved that, and now her parents were going to have to deal with the loss of a child. “That’s so sad,” I croaked. “Her poor parents.” I imagined my parents and what they would be like if I’d been killed, they’d be in pieces. I couldn’t bear to think about what Sandy’s parents would be going through at this moment. I looked around again, seeing the cheerleaders, Sandy’s minions, all standing in a group off to the side. They were upset and most of them had even cried off their make-up, leaving black trails down their cheeks.
“I heard that the police are going to be interviewing her friends at school today so that they can try and ascertain who saw her last and piece together her last moments,” Beth chimed in.
I looked at her curiously. “How do you know that?”
She smiled guiltily. “I was talking to the receptionist earlier. You know how she likes to gossip. She was complaining that she had to clear Principal Bennett’s schedule so she could sit in on the meetings today.”
Gossipy receptionist, she never had been able to keep her opinions to herself. As we stood there talking about Sandy, a hand touched my arm. “Baby, I need to talk to you.” I turned looked up into Luke’s face. “It’s important, can we talk right now?”
I nodded, bemused as to what this would be about. He looked a little concerned as he glanced around before nodding at the front doors of the school, shifting awkwardly on his feet. His hand closed over mine, leading me in that direction before I even had a chance to ask him what was so urgent. Once we got into the hallway I noticed that the place was deserted. It seemed that the entire student body was outside still, talking about the events of last night. Luke pulled open the door to the old geology classroom that was now out of use. Once we were in the classroom he closed the door tightly behind me before taking my face in his hands. His eyes were blazing anguish as he looked down at me.
“Where were you last night?” he asked.
I frowned, taken aback by his question. “At home, why?”
He gulped, bending so that our faces were on the same level. “With Alex? Did he see you there?”
What the heck is this about? “Of course he saw me. What on earth are you asking that for?” I chuckled, pulling my face out of his hands, studying his face to see if he had actually gone insane.
“Maisie, Sandy was murdered last night. You remember the last thing you said to her yesterday morning?” he asked. I thought back but couldn’t really remember. We were fighting and screaming at each other, I could have said anything in the heat of the moment. “You said you’d kill her,” Luke said when I didn’t speak.
My mouth popped open in shock. “What the… I didn’t mean it! Jeez, are you asking me if it was me? Are you crazy?” I gasped, suddenly getting angry because maybe he didn’t know me at all. I glowered at him and shoved on his chest, trying to get him away from me, but he didn’t budge.
“No! Christ! I was just checking to make sure you had an alibi for last night. If someone tells the police that you said that then they’re going to have to look into it, they won’t be able to dismiss it as an offhand comment, they’ll have to look into it,” he explained, wrapping his arm around my waist and holding me in place as his words sank in.
A cold shiver worked over my body giving me goosebumps. I chaffed my hand on my arm, trying to warm myself up as all of a sudden the temperature in the room seemed to plummet. “I didn’t! I swear I didn’t. They won’t think it’s me, surely,” I muttered, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Baby, I know you wouldn’t have, I don’t think that,” Luke assured me, touching my cheek lightly. “You were at home with Alex, you spent the night with him downstairs, right?” he checked.
I chewed on my lip. I hadn’t really seen Alex that much last night. I’d stayed up in my room all night long, the only time I saw him was when he brought me the sandwich and phone. He’d gone into the garage after that, working out with the punch bag, I’d heard the familiar sounds of it vibrating as he hit it. “I didn’t really see him much. I was in my room studying, and he was working out in the garage,” I answered.
Luke closed his eyes, his arm tightening on my waist. “So the police could argue that you could have left the house without Alex knowing.”
“I hardly think they’re going to suggest that!” I scoffed, waving my hand dismissively.
“But they could. And you would have no way of proving otherwise, do you?” he inquired.
“Well… no,” I replied, looking away from his worry filled eyes. “But they won’t ask that anyway. If they ask anything at all it’ll be where I was, and I was at home, end of conversation.”
“I’ll give you an alibi just in case,” he muttered, pulling me against his chest. “Tell people that I snuck into your house like we used to sometimes. Say that Alex didn’t even know I was there. We could say that I came over about eight and we snuck straight up to your room, and I left at about six o’clock before Alex even woke up.”
I snorted in disbelief. “Luke, I’m not lying. Besides, there’s no point because they won’t think it’s me anyway,” I muttered. But in the back of my mind his words were making sense. DI Neeson knew that I had a problem with Sandy; she knew that I’d accused her of poisoning Chester and that we had a fight at school. A couple of quick questions to some of the students would confirm that I’d uttered those words, and then she’d be duty bound to treat me as a suspect. I shivered. Was Luke right, would they view my alibi as weak and question if I could have gotten out of the house without my brother noticing? Was that why people stopped talking as I walked past them earlier and then whispered behind my back? Were people assuming that it was me because I’d said the wrong thing in the heat of the moment?
I pulled back and looked up at Luke. He looked extremely worried as he cupped my face in his hands and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. “I don’t want to see you in trouble,” he whispered, begging me with his eyes.
I shook my head quickly, pushing off his hands. “Thank you for the offer, that’s really sweet of you, but honestly I’ll be fine. There’s no need to worry. They won’t think it’s me.” I forced a smile.
He nodded despondently, letting his arms drop down to his sides. “Yeah, you’re probably right. But if you change your mind then I’m happy to say I was with you all night last night.”
Gratitude for him being so sweet, made me go up on tiptoes and press my lips to the corner of his mouth, kissing gently. His body stiffened as he moaned quietly in the back of his throat. His breath blew down my neck and I didn’t want to move, I just wanted to stay in this empty classroom with him forever.
“Thank you. But honestly, you’re being silly,” I assured him, forcing myself to step back away from his body. When I was that close to Luke my resolve faded and all I wanted was to turn back time and have him back again, for him to be mine and no one else’s.
His gaze slid over my face as he reached out and touched the spot just below my right eye. “You look tired, baby,” he whispered, frowning. I nodded in confirmation and turned my face into his hand more, closing my eyes at the softness and warmth of it pressed against my cheek. “Has anything else happened? More calls, anything? Have the police said anything else?” he asked.
I reached up and took his hand, interlacing my fingers with his. I needed to get out of this classroom and start moving around because I literally felt like a zombie just going through the motions right now. “No, no news and nothing new. Don’t stress,” I pleaded, seeing how concerned he was about me.
He blew out a big breath and ran his free hand through his hair, making it stick up everywhere. “Don’t stress? Someone wants to hurt my girlfriend, and you think I’m not going to stress?”
“I’m not your girlfriend.” The words left my lips before I could stop them.
His face fell; his pain filled expression was enough to make my heart ache. “I know that. Fuck. Don’t you think I don’t know that? I think about it every second of every day. You’re not the only one having trouble sleeping you know,” he retorted. His grip loosened on mine, attempting to drop my hand but I held fast not wanting to break the connection.
“Luke, we’re trying to be friends,” I muttered, shaking my head, knowing that it was useless. No matter how many times I said the word ‘friends’ I knew it would never apply to us. We would always be more than friends, I just had to find it in my heart to let his indiscretion go and try to move on.
He sighed. “Friends, yeah, I remember.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I had no clue what to say. Luckily for me the bell sounded above my head, signalling a five minute warning for the start of first lesson. “We’d better get ready for class,” I mumbled, hating the sad expression on his face. He nodded and reached for the door, yanking it open and waving for me to go through first.
I stopped abruptly as we stepped into the hallway. It seemed as though everyone that was outside had entered all at once, so the hallway was rammed with people hurriedly trying to get their books from their lockers before classes started. People turned to look at me as I took a tentative step into the crowd. I frowned, looking down at the floor, my face flaming with both embarrassment and anger as the gossiping started.
“Do you really think it was her?”