She looked over at him, looking more than a little frustrated. "You realize," she said coldly, pointing at the body, "that this girl is dead because of a headline you decided to release. She doesn't really need your detective work." * * * "I am," he agreed, beginning to run into the dark halls. "But you barely know me."
He paused, looking over at her with a stricken look. "Huh...? This.. This isn't my fault! I didn't kill this girl with my stupid news article.." *** She followed him. "We had lunch together. I met Fina that same day. I wouldn't say we're just acquaintances."
"You may as well have," she said with the severity of a war general. "The warning I had to offer would have been taken if you hadn't felt the desire to run your mouth about unfounded gossip for the sake of a story. Now, she's dead and you have a killer headline. I hope it was worth it." * * * "Oh? Are you and Fina friends, then?"
He went silent before starting away, going the direction they hadn't come from. She would be able to tell he was upset. *** She crossed her arms. "Yes. And that's exactly my point."
She followed him, glowering at him back. "Go back to the classroom, Maverick." * * * "I see. Well, you've convinced me."
"Or what?" he asked sharply. "Your miracle visions predict my death?" *** "Wow? Have I, really? That was easy."
"No, I just think you've caused enough problems, don't you?" she replied. * * * "I'm pretty easygoing."
"Right, well.. If you leave me alone then I won't be your problem anymore." *** She smiled slightly. "Fair enough."
She looked over at him with a frown before her eyes widened and a clear glimmer passed over them as she stared off into space.
She looked up at him, placing a pointer on his mouth in a shushing action. "Stay silent," she warned in a whisper.
