The police found Adam's notes. They found medication, found scary diary entries, pouring out his obsession for Julia. And the gun was definitely his. He left it before he disappeared, after he killed her. Took her young life away.
Stacey showed the police at campus the sex tape. The police arrested Mr. Parker. Mrs. Vanderbrook, madly in love with him, was arrested after she admitted letting him keep his job in exchange for sex.
"You girls need to get going," the officer said, patting my shoulder.
"Let's go," Jacob whispered.
He took my hand, leading me to the car. In the darkness, an ocean of relief poured over me.
"Hey," Jakey said, rubbing the sides of my arms.
I heard the owls "whooing", the silent cars skid across the road, young people roaming drukenly on the sidewalks. I reached over, kissing Jacob in the quiteness of the car.
"Thank you," I mumbled, against his lips.
"What about Adam?" I asked.
"Let's not talk about that, now," he whispered.
He kissed my cheek, starting the car.
The school was quiet at this time. It was 2 in the morning. The guys were waiting around the fire.
"What happened?" Frankie asked, immdiately.
"Everything's ok," Stacey said.
She hugged him. And they kissed. I smiled.
"Frankie's getting it good!" Jake shouted.
I punched his arm.
"But I'm getting it better," he whispered, biting my cheek.
"You're such a moron," I said, kissing him.
"So," I heard Dan said, "everyone's got someone to snuggle with tonight. What would you say if you and_"
Grace shook her head.
"Nah, Danny boy," she said, kissing his cheek lightly.
We sat around the fire, like old times, drunkenly laughing, singing, and talking as if everything was finally settled. But it wasn't.