Nothing...for now

She put her phone away. "Well, if you have any theories on who the masked streaker is I'd love to know."

"I...I..." I managed to blurt out "I don't know..." My face was burning red, I couldn't even think straight.

"Oh well. I guess whoever she is, she'd probably do anything to keep her secret safe, don't you think?" Was she being menacing or seductive? I honestly couldn't tell. "You know, when you take a picture on one of these new phones, they record a little video after the picture is taken. 'live photos,' they're called. You would not believe what I got in the short video of the picture of the streaker I got."

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The bell rang

"Alright... Erica is it? I'll see you later ok? How about we meet after school? I'd love to talk more about the streaker!" she giggled as I just gulped and nodded. "Great! See you later."

I tried to say something but my mouth wasn't working with the panic that was going through me, she just smiled, stood up and left.