Tale as Old as Time

by xoxocarebearxoxo

This story follows Belle in modern day times where life has been anything but an adventure. She's a bookworm who's life is nothing extraordinary. That is until she bumps into Adam, a transfer student who is now attending her high school. The two quickly hit it off but a secret that Adam has kept threatens to destroy the friendship that has developed.

13. Chapter 12

"Wha, what?" was all I managed to get out.

"I know who killed that man." Adam repeated back to me.

"I heard you Adam, I just can't believe it is all. Why didn't you say something?"

"I was scared. I wasn't sure how you would react to the news."

"Well, I'm all ears. You can tell me Adam, honestly."

"I can't. At least not right now I can't. Too many people around at this hour of the day. Can you meet me in the alley by the park at 7:30 tonight?"

I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Adam knew who savagely murdered a man and he couldn't even tell me.

"Sure Adam, I can meet you there tonight." I replied unsure of myself.

"Great. And Belle, please come alone. Remember that, okay?"

"Okay." was all I could muster.

Why was Adam so intent on me coming alone? And why could I not tell anyone what he was to tell me? I glanced back to Adam who was already halfway up the front steps. He turned around once more, gave me a quick wave, and retreated back to the confines of his home. I shuttered suddenly realizing I was now alone on the sidewalk where not more than a mile away a murder had occurred. I decided to just go home instead of returning to school and facing the wrath of Principal Tyler. I slammed and locked the door behind me taking deep breaths in and out to try and calm myself from what had just occurred not even moments ago. Adam had seemed so weird and distant and it confused me to no end. I thought we had a better relationship than that. I raced up to my room, locking that door as well; I was not taking any chances with a maniac on the loose somewhere. I threw my tangled mess of hair up in a messy bun and proceeded to head to the bathroom. I grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet, wet it, and pressed it to my now soaked with sweat, sticky face. I thought some water would come me down from my panicked state but honestly nothing could. Not a book, nor my music could stop my mind from racing with thoughts of all the things Adam could possibly say later. Why the alley by the park? What was he trying to hide? I decided a long nap that was way past overdo was my best bet to stop my thoughts from continuing to jumble up in my brain. As I threw myself down on my mattress and wrapped myself up in my comforter sleep consumed me and before I knew it the comfort of nothingness was the last thing I could remember.