Zanders POV

“Dude. What the fuck are you doing here at this hour? It’s almost midnight. Aren’t you afraid I’ll turn you into a toad or some stupid shit?”

“Yes. But I’m willing to risk it. Can we talk?”

“Is this about that chick?”

“Kelly. Please? I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

She steps aside, and I walk into her apartment. It’s really nice. Not one skull or gravestone in sight. It’s the first time I’ve been here.

“What? Did you expect a coffin as my coffee table or something?”

“Sort of?”

“Dude. You are a total idiot. I like goth stuff, but it’s not my whole life....