"Oh, hi Scott!" an all too familiar voice says out loud.
You are surprised. Turning around, you are somewhat relieved, but also frightened to see one of your casual classmate friends, Felicia Wilson. She has an innocent, playful smile on her face like she always does.
"Well, hello. How are you today, and what's up?" you try to act naturally as you acknowledge her. You break into a sweat, for it is quite hard for you to hide the fact that you are totally guilty about stealing the gun.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Nothing new." She eyes you funnily. "Hey, did you come to class straight out of the shower? Why do you look so drippingly, soakingly wet?" She addresses you and scratches her chin with curiosity.
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