Jason Davenport

My mind wandered as I leaned on a wall in the hallway.

Rory and I had finally decided to throw the party at his place instead, and it had been exactly what I needed. Yes, I'd felt uneasy in the beginning, but after I'd gone home and disposed of the bloodied sheets, I felt better.

Better and ready to party. And so far, apart from a terrible hangover, everything was going really great.

The project was due today, and we were each supposed to submit a written report about our experience working together.

Of course Amelia would be writing for the both of us. But I hadn't seen...