Chapter 33: Interrogation

Whoever this person is... I don't think they are willing to leave until they get inside... but wait a minute...

Could this be the person that Diana mentioned earlier? When we had our conversation back at the library?!

FLASHBACKS (While on the Library, Lawrence Harrington's POV)

"Can you stop clinging into my arm. You really don't know the meaning of personal space, don't you?" I scolded Diana as she continued tightly grabbing my arm. I tried to budge her out but she gripped tighter like a sloth in trees.

"Oh come on! We're finally alone, you can do whatever you want to me now, stepbro." She whispered into my ear, giving me shivers to my spine. It was a lustful whisper, I can feel her breathing on my neck.

Reaching the end of the escalator, there's finally dry land so what I did was...

WACK! I threw her out of my arm and into the floor. "HEY! THAT WASN'T NICE, I DON'T ACTUALLY LIKE IT ROUGH!" She giggled, adding an innuendo to her speech.

"I was honestly just waiting for us to reach the second floor so I can finally throw you on the floor. Having you invade my personal space is a slap to my face." I gave her a little lecture as she starts to whimper on the floor.

"Don't be such a pain in the butt dear. The whole uptight and strict guy act is hot but like I kind of want to see a response other than scolding me." She stood up from the ground AND HAVING THE AUDACITY TO INSULT ME.

"Well, it's not like I care about what you think about me," I responded, giving her attitude as well. Two can play that game.

"So many guys fall for me just by my presence, many of them beg for my attention and yet you're here, treating and talking to me like that... how interesting.. could it be that you're actually into guys?" She continued to tease me, giggling to herself. Making my blood boil just by the sound of her skittish laughter.

Enough playing around. I've had a sneaky feeling that this bitch in front of me, is sneaky especially since she's been so obvious that she is planning on something. So many red flags when I met her.

"By the way... I know you need something from us, honestly, I don't think that you joined us to just help underclassmen, you have some sort of motive don't you?" I got straight to the point, asking her straightforwardly.

She chuckled. "You really don't dance around the issue, don't you? Haha! I haven't seen such a straightforward guy in my life. That's kinda hot if I do say so myself."

"Is that a yes or a no? I'm asking you a question." I repeated my question to her, as expected she laughed at it. "It's not funny..." I responded more seriously.

"Actually, I don't really need anything from the two of you. Honestly, I was just bored so I decided to help you guys out, and having to annoy you just gave me the most pleasant bliss. So I came here more to annoy you!" She answered so shamelessly THIS BITCH IS REALLY TRYING ME...

"Ugh. Having you around just gives me a headache." I started to massage my head from the mind-numbing head-aches this girl just gave me.

"Is it because you like me?" She winked at me, gleefully.

"No. I absolutely despise your entire being and I wish for you to disappear from the face of the earth. Just having to look at your sorry face already makes me believe that we should not have any faith in humanity." I responded coldly and apathetic.

"Oooh More... I love those insults.. they cut so deep that it makes me feel good somehow. Yes please give them to me more!" She started to chant and moan loudly, getting the attention of many people in the bookstore. Looking at us very weirdly.

"STOP DOING THAT. YOU ARE GIVING ME SECOND-HAND EMBARRASSMENT!" I attempted to put my hand over her mouth to cease her from talking. It worked for a second before I felt an icky uncomfortable feeling on my palm. Some kind of slimy, sticky thing rubbed up on it! IS THAT HER TONGUE. YUCK!

"You seriously don't have class at all!" I shouted, rubbing my hand on her clothes.

"Actually enough with the fun and games. Let's actually get serious. Anyways... I can tell you that you want to ask me something. What is it exactly? It better be interesting got it!" She muttered out, giving me a pouty face.

I suppose she can tell my thoughts just by my body language. She's smarter than she actually lets people know. I suppose that's why I felt some kind of weird negative energy to her.

"I have to ask about something related to Starstagram. If you heard of that exactly." I started to speak.

"Uh-huh?" Diana nodded her head, trying to listen to my statement.

"We met a "Starstagram star" at our hotel once and I've been getting a bad vibe about her. Her name is Meghan James. Since you're SOOOO sociable and basically the alpha female of groups. TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT HER."

"Hm... honestly.. I don't know jack shit about starstagram influencers. All they do is show a part of their life to people to boost their inflating ego but in the end. Most of them are usually insecure for the most part. Compensating friends for likes and shares from an app." Diana started to speak more professionally. "Although I can tell you that there has been an ongoing problem with starstagram..."

"What is it exactly? Elaborate please?" I raised an eyebrow to her statement. Honestly, I'm not sure if what she's saying is true, to begin with, so I don't really trust her words that much but it's better than nothing I suppose.

"I'll tell you BUT..."

"BUT???"

"You'll have to owe me a favor. In order for me to tell you but you'll have to agree to this first before I tell you got it!" She chuckled.

UGH, WHATEVER. " Sure. I will owe you favor on my honor. I will uphold this promise..." I was forced along to agree with it. HONESTLY THIS BETTER BE WORTH MY TIME OR I AM GOING TO TEAR HER LIMBS OFF.

"You see... there's a serial killer on the loose that's targeting starstagram stars..."