ty for the Juilliard auditions was already idling, its exhaust puffing in the crisp morning a

ed. "The future maestro.

ever be," I sai

hite convertible. She jumped out, her face a mask of panic,

ening. Just

god I caught you!" she

Nicole?" I aske

one his dad had specially made for him. He says he can't play without i

r the audition was more important, that Ryan was being dramati

the face of the woman who would one day murder me, a

a small,

ah

ff balance by my easy ag

"He's your best friend. H

oved her han

ad," I added, my voic

sed. "But... what about

," I said, my eyes hol

lking about? Caleb, this isn't fu

aking up with you. Now, you should probab

ed by desperation. "Caleb, stop it! We can talk abo

g away from her. I walked towards the bus, leav

me, his eyebrows raise

the bus," I said,

urning with confusion and rage. Let her go. Let her run to Ryan. The