I didn’t sleep. AGAIN. My head was pounding from the fluorescent lights, and the hallway smelled like cheap perfume and Axe, and every time I blinked, I saw Jonas's body hanging from that damn tree again. I slammed my locker shut, hard enough that a couple of freshmen jumped. Whatever. They don’t know anything.

Jennifer strutted towards me like nothing was wrong. Her lip gloss was fresh, her smile sharp enough to cut glass, and I swear she had that look in her eye. That post-feeding glow, the one I’ve started noticing every time someone ends up “missing.”

I HATED IT. I didn't answer right away. I just looked at her. Really looked, as if I was trying to convince myself Jennifer wasn't a flesh eating, literal MAN-EATING succubus that hadn’t just eaten a jock last night. Like she hadn’t stood in my kitchen weeks ago, covered in blood and eating raw chicken from my fridge.

"Your full, again, aren't you??.." I muttered under my breath.