There had always been something off about Cooper Denton
There had always been something off about Cooper Denton. Maybe it was in the way that he looked at me. Maybe it was the way that, when you looked into his dark eyes, you could see the strands of his sanity hanging on by just one sinewy thread.
It could have been the way he could recite random facts about me that even my best friends didn't know, they were that unimportant. Or the way he knew the room number of all of my classrooms when even I didn't.
Whatever it was, I never expected him to do what he did.
There was always something off about Cooper Denton.
