I even checked out some of their profiles. Many of them looked nice, but were undeniably disturbed. After all who else would want to hook up with a se...ial killer? ‘What’re you looking at?’ said a sultry voice from the adjacent room. Alright, I take that back. Not everyone who hooks up with a serial killer is disturbed. Some can convert that angst into motivation to fight crime, and put people like Malcolm Burns in a coma. ‘Nothing much, just surfing the net. You should see this.’ The sleepy and. She’d probably never see him again, and truth was, he was a bright, engaging boy, and she had enjoyed him from the first day of class. The bell rang for lunch. She supervised the k**s getting their things and heading to the lunchroom. Richie managed to put himself very close to his teacher. She was pretty sure he’d brushed up against her on purpose. For some reason, that touch sent an electric thrill through her. She went to the lounge to eat her own lunch, but really wished she could go. " What is going on, Mo?" asked Christine."The slut behind you is now, God help me, my best friend's fucking girlfriend." Huh?" Chris and Cheryl looked at each other. Then Cheryl realized" "WARREN?" Yup." Warren Kelleher is going out with SOPHIA DANIELS?" Believe it or not, it's true." What has gotten into him?" asked Christine."He's getting laid, no doubt," smirked Cheryl. "What I can't figure out is what's in it for her? I mean, Warren's a wimp. He's not the usual type of burnout asshole she. And I won't be like that." As she read this, the doctors worked around her. Finally. he heard one say, "That's it. I'm calling it. Time of death, 2256." She sat up in her bed again, her body covered in sweat and breathing heavily. She sat in a curled position, her knees holding her head up. She had no more tears to shed. For five days she had beat herself up and she felt so stupid. She wanted it to just stop. To stop feeling like this, and to stop caring so much. It was night again. Why am I.