(21) D.A.C.

I blew the hot coffee and shivered when a cold breeze passed by me. Jay may or may not have killed someone earlier.

His life is in danger, no, my life is in danger. All I've wanted to do was to buy that stupid protractor but now I find myself sitting in Jay Emerson's room. Again. The very same place I would really hate to be stuck in.

It's weird how the guilt of seeing something died is eating me inside out while Jay here is acting... normal. Nothing's normal, nothing! Someone died! The life just magically died in that person's body and Jay might be the cause of it!

AND HE'S STILL ACTING NORMAL.

Suddenly, a warm fluffy jacket was put around me, "Do you want some cookies? Donuts? Or a massage session by me? He laughed, "It's a once in a blue moon offer."

"N-no thanks," I muttered, taking a sip of the hot coffee from the warm cup.

"Do you want anything?" Jay asked, taking a seat right beside me on his sofa. "Anything?"

I put my mug down. "A bath would be useful." I don't have to look at