One more class

As Elizabeth stumbles out of the door she brushes up against another girl with dark hair and glasses arriving early for the next class. She gives Elizabeth and then you a questioning look before she settles into her seat as the rest of the girls file in. The class goes well again, and you can feel yourself starting to settle into a routine, but you can’t help but notice the dark-haired girl is continuing to look at you thoughtfully.

As they file out, you look up her name. Abby Davidson. You get the feeling you may need to keep an eye on her.

But you don’t have much time to think about it, because Monica is knocking at the door again. “Ready to go?” she asks. “Since you said you wanted to make it an early night, I didn’t bother going home to change.” She’s still wearing the white blouse and black skirt she was wearing before, but she’s hitched the skirt up above the knees and unfastened one of the buttons on the blouse. “I hope you don’t mind,” she says, toying with another button.