“Why is everyone so fixated on bloody mary lately?” Kace grunted.

     Tristan looked up at the taller boy hesitantly, not quite sure how to answer, without causing Kace, to have another fit.

     Finally, he murmured “E-Everyone’s been talking about it lately...especially with Sara’s disappearance..I’m sure that a lot of people are going to attempt it tonight...I wouldn’t...but people like the adrenaline rush…”

     Kace nodded to this, “So it’s a test a courage, then?”

     “You can call it that” Mark, who was still being held by Kace, clarified.

     Another voice piped in, this time belonging to a girl named Betty, “I was under the impression that bloody mary was just an old fortune telling method for young women to see their future husbands.”

     Mark replied, “I’ve heard that too, but nowadays most people claim that if you do it, you’ll get your eyes scratched out, or get sucked in the mirror, or something crazy like that.”

     “It sounds like bullshit to me,” Kace said while freeing Mark from his grip.

     Tristan looked towards Kace hesitantly; the brunette had been acting strange lately. (Stranger than usual at least)

     It wasn't unusual for Tristan to shift his gaze, and realize that Kace’s eyes were locked on him and he wasn't entirely use to the attention. It made him feel self-conscious about himself, and even more anxious than usual. (If that was possible) He wanted to ask again why Kace was staring a second time but didn't want to piss off his friend anymore.

     He sighed, then went to pack up his schoolbag, though, his movements were clumsy, and he somehow managed to spill his pencil case all over the tiled floor.

     “You're such a clutz sometimes,” Kace said, amused, while he bent down to help Tristan pick up his supplies.

     Tristan wanted to mutter, that, he wouldn't have spilled his stuff if it hadn't been for Kace’s staring, but he knew that Kace wouldn't understand his accusation.

     Once everything was tucked away in Tristan’s backpack, Kace said: “I'm sleeping over at your house tonight.”

     It wasn't exactly a question, more of an order, but even if it had been a question, Tristan didn't know how to say no, anyway.