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Featured song- Lucky by Stan Taylor

Early morning, she wakes up

Knock, knock, knock on the door

It's time for make-up, perfect smile

It's you they're all waiting for

They go

Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?

And they say

She's so lucky, she's a star

But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking

If there's nothing missing in my life

Then why do these tears come at night?

Beams of sunlight shone through the bedroom window, hitting the sleeping girl in the face. Slowly, her eyes, which still stung from the night before, fluttered open. She winced as she rolled over on her back. Everything ached and she didn't have the energy to get out of bed. If she had it her way, she wouldn't wake up at all.

Unfortunately, if there was a God, he did not allow her to lay there feeling sorry for herself. So she had no other choice than to push herself up with very little strength and slide out of bed. Like a zombie, she rubbed her tired and sore eyes and hobbled to her bathroom. She frowned at her reflection in the mirror as soon as she flipped the light on.

Lack of sleep was evident in her once shiny green eyes. Her usually olive-toned skin seemed pale, making those dark circles under her eyes contrast greatly with it. She appeared sickly and lifeless, almost like the walking dead. If anyone at school saw the girl looking like this, they almost wouldn't even recognize her. Feeling sick of looking at herself in this depressing state, she tied her tangled sandy brown hair up and splashed some cold water on her face. She patted her face dry with a towel then tossed it on her sink.

She turned off her bathroom light and walked over to her vanity, taking a seat on the stool. This is where the real work began. One by one, she pulled every piece of makeup out of her drawer needed to make her appearance bright and vibrant like she was known to be. By the time she had applied all of her makeup, she looked like the same optimistic girl that everyone at Beacon Hills High knew. Then she let her hair down and brushed out the tangles just to put it back up, this time with a claw clip with some loose waves peaking out. She didn't really feel like putting too much effort into her hair that morning anyway.

The last thing to do was to get dressed. She stripped out of her silk pajamas, leaving her in just her panties. Normally she would have laid out her clothes the night before, but the events of the night before had her forget to do so. After searching in around in her closet, she pulled out a pink bra, coral cardigan, a white floral top, light wash jeans, and ankle boots. In order to not disturb her sore body, she made sure to put her clothes on very carefully. The last thing she added to her outfit was an infinity scarf, one of her favorite articles of clothing.

There. Now Delilah was looking as good as new. That was more than she could say about how she was feeling.

7:25- time to leave for school. Delilah grabbed her book bag and dance bag that she had packed yesterday and walked out of her room. She kept her eyes and ears open and on alert for her step-father Lawrence. No snoring or boom voices were heard. He must have already left for work. Relief washed over Delilah and she made her way downstairs.

She reached the living room and frowned when she saw her mother Gloria sleeping on the couch in her silk robe, knocked out like a light. There was an empty wine glass on the coffee table along with the also empty wine bottle. Cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray right next to that bottle. Someone clearly had a long night. With a sigh, Delilah lightly shook Gloria's shoulder.

"Mom… Mom, wake up."

Gloria slowly opened her eyes and stirred a bit on the couch. Her head began to pound as she sat up. She pressed her fingertips to her temples and rubbed in circular motions to soothe her hangover.

"Ugh…" Gloria groaned, "What time is it?"

"Almost half past seven," Delilah answered, already walking to the kitchen. She pulled a bottle of aspirin out of the medicine cabinet. After taking out a couple of pills, she shut the cabinet and went back to Gloria. She handed her mother the pills. "Here."

"Thanks." Gloria dry-swallowed the pills. "Where's Lawrence?"

"I'm guessing he already left for work. You should probably go to bed. You're gonna hurt your back from laying on the couch like that."

"Help me up, please?" The mother limply held out her hand to her daughter.

Delilah nodded and pulled Gloria up from the couch. As soon as Gloria was standing, she stumbled and she would've fallen if Delilah wasn't there to help steady her.

"You gonna be okay?" she asked her mother.

"Yeah," Gloria nodded, "This isn't my first rodeo. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. You should get to school though. You don't wanna be late."

Reluctantly, Delilah nodded her head and slowly let go of her mother. She picked up her bag and walked to the front door. "Bye, Mom. Be careful." Not waiting for a response, Delilah walked out of the house, shutting the door behind her.

She climbed into the driver's seat of her yellow Volkswagen Beetle and plugged the auxiliary cord in her phone. In hopes to brighten up her morning, she played her early 2000s pop playlist. The smooth voices of BBMAK lifted Delilah's spirit a little as she drove to school, even allowing her to hum along.

The drive was short and the brunette found a parking spot with no problem. She popped her trunk open as she got out of the car so she could grab her book bag and dance bag. Both bags fell out of her grasp when she collided with another body when she was walking towards the building. All of her papers spilled out of her book bag. Just her luck as the wind started to blow.

"Shoot, I am so sorry!" the other body, a girl with frizzy blonde hair and clothes that hid her figure, apologized. She was already on her knees to pick up any loose papers she could.

"No, don't be," Delilah assured her genuinely, bending down as well despite her sore limbs, "I should've watched where I was going."

They were able to pick up all of the papers, including the ones just about to float away. After everything was collected, both girls stood up, Delilah struggling a tad. The other girl didn't notice, thankfully. She handed Delilah the papers she gathered.

"Thanks." She stuffed the papers in her bag. She looked back at the other girl who radiated the same nervous energy Delilah was all too familiar with. "Erica, right?"

Hearing the brunette say her name caught her by surprise. "Yeah. How'd you know?"

"I recognize you from a couple classes," Delilah answered, "And over the years, as well."

"Wow," Erica said, "I didn't think you'd know who I was. Considering your status and all."

"Status?"

"You know." Delilah encouraged the blonde to continue. "The smart and popular girl."

Delilah should've expected that. "Well, I'd like to think I'm pretty good with names and faces."

"Yeah, I guess. I've also seen you perform with the dance team last year. You guys were really good."

"Really? Thank you," Delilah smiled, "Do you dance?"

"No," Erica answered, head slightly lowered, "I mean, I've kinda always wanted to. My parents were never able to afford lessons though."

Moments like these always reminded Delilah just how privileged she really was. How ungrateful she was to ever feel sorry for herself. Rubbing her covered forearm, she maintained that smile she had trained herself to force all these years.

"You know, the dance team auditions for this semester are after school," she told Erica, "You should come."

"Me?" Erica questioned, "Oh… I don't know. Don't you need experience to be on the team?"

"Nah, it's not necessary," Delilah said, "All you need is a positive attitude and a bright smile. The dancing part will come to you later."

After pondering on it for a few moments, Erica was finally swayed. "Okay. Yeah, yeah, I'll do it."

"Awesome! Auditions are gonna be in the gym. Just make sure to wear something you can move in." The first bell rang. "I should get going. But I can't wait for you to come. See you after school, Erica."

"See you later," the blonde waved shyly.

The two parted ways, Delilah feeling better than she did that morning. In a way, it also put her mind at ease after the whole Isaac situation the other day. She may not have been able to defend him then, which she still regretted, but helping someone as shy as Erica break out of her shell cleared her conscious.

Maybe Delilah wasn't as shitty as she originally thought.

More people showed up to the auditions than expected. Oddly, Delilah was feeling quite nervous about it. There was no reason for her to be. Not when she was already guaranteed a spot on the team. Her dance coach Jeanine's words, not Delilah's. Even with her ten plus years of dance training, the brunette still doubted her abilities and always questioned if she was ever good enough. And with all these people here, she might need all the help she could get.

She and Annie along with a few other girls from the team last year were stretching in one corner of the gym before the auditions could start. From across the room, Delilah saw Erica walk in, dressed in her PE clothes. She looked nervous as hell until she spotted Delilah. With a small smile, Erica waved and the brunette happily returned.

"Is that Erica Reyes?" Annie whispered, "What is she doing here?"

"I told her to come audition," Delilah told her.

"Why?"

"Because she wanted to be a part of the team…" Delilah didn't miss the weird looks on her peers' faces. "Was I not supposed to?"

"Did you not hear about what happened last year?" one of the other girls, Zoe, asked. Delilah shook her head. "Erica's epileptic. Last year she broke out into such a huge seizure that she peed herself."

"Oh my God, I remember that!" another girl, Judiy, gasped, "Someone recorded it and it went around the whole school. It was so embarrassing."

How awful… how the hell did Delilah miss that? If she had known that, she would've thought twice about asking Erica to come by. Oh, please don't let this backfire on her.

"Alright, ladies, come to the center!" Jeanine announced, "We're gonna start warm ups and go straight into learning the combo!"

Every so often throughout the warmup into learning the dance combination, Delilah would glance over at Erica just to make sure that she wasn't going to have an episode of some sort. There wasn't much Delilah knew about epilepsy, but she did watch her fair share of medical shows to know that seizures looked incredibly scary and painful. And if she had to witness that firsthand, she didn't know what she would do. For now, she just hoped to God that she wouldn't be put in that situation.

So far, everything was fine. While Erica did appear hesitant about what was going on, there didn't look to be any signs of seizures happening soon. They were at the portion of the audition where the dance combination was taught and now it was time to perform it in groups. Delilah was part of the first group, much to her relief. As always, she overthought her performance and every step and trick she did, but as expected by everyone else, she killed it. Her job was done and now she could just sit back and watch everyone else.

It all went downhill after that.

Erica was in the next group. She took her spot on the floor with the other four girls in the group and stood in the starting pose. From where Delilah was standing, Erica's body was tense and she looked like a freight train was coming at her. It was hard to tell if she was about to go into shock or if she was just scared. And when the music started, it only became worse. All of the other girls began the combination taught while Erica was frozen in place. She really did try to keep up at every other move, but it was hopeless. Delilah could hear the people around her start to snicker and make hushed comments about the poor blonde, and it was making her sick. Had people no respect?

The final eight counts of the combination arrived, which was the freestyle portion. Erica made a poor attempt to do a cartwheel and ended up falling flat on her ass. The snickers grew into laughter. Some people were even pointing. Delilah just stared as poor Erica tried to hold it together. But it obviously became too much and she bolted out of the gym. Refusing to sit back anymore, Delilah ran after her. She followed Erica into the girls' restroom where the blonde broke down into tears. Delilah's heart ached at the sight.

"Erica-"

"Is that why you told me to come?" Erica cried, face red and tear-stained, "So people could stare and laugh at me like I'm some sort of animal?"

"What? No!" Delilah exclaimed, "Of course not!"

"Then what were you trying to do?"

Delilah struggled to find the right words. "I just wanted you to have fun."

"Well, I didn't," Erica snapped, "Next time, don't even bother to talk to me. Just leave me alone." She pushed past Delilah and stormed out of the restroom.

And there Delilah stood, being left feeling defeated. First Isaac and now Erica. All because Delilah tried to do something good. No good deed went unpunished, however. Can't she do anything right?

Night time arrived faster than Delilah wanted it to. Only because she still had her reservations about going to this party. Her friends were all excited for a Lydia Martin bash so Delilah had to follow along with the crowd and pretend to have the same enthusiasm. Even when she remembered that she was going to be stuck in a car with Trenton and hoped that he wouldn't try to pull any funny business with her.

Nevertheless, she tried to keep a positive attitude as she got dressed for the evening. It had been a while since she'd been to any high school party and she almost forgot how to dress for these. Wanting to keep herself modest yet still look cute, Delilah went with a simple cream colored sweater dress with a belt wrapped around her waist. It hit just above her knees and, along with her tights and boots, kept her skin from being exposed.

She was fastening her earrings when Gloria stood at her doorway. Over the years, despite minor similarities, Delilah never thought she looked much like her mother. They shared the same green eyes, but that was the only thing they seemed to have in common. Gloria was much thinner and taller whereas her daughter only stood at 5'4" and had an athletic and curvier body, making her look quite young. Delilah's skin was more olive in tone. And Gloria? Almost pale.

Their personalities were also polar opposites. Gloria was very outgoing and could strike up a conversation with just about anyone, even the local homeless man. She would just never loan him any spare change or scraps of food. Delilah may have been popular as well, but she certainly wasn't as talkative and would much rather stay in the background. She would, however, be the one to apologize to the homeless man for her mother's behavior and give him whatever snack she had left over from school that day.

Sometimes Delilah even wondered if she and her mother were actually related. Of course they were, but sometimes it didn't feel that way. Maybe Delilah was more like her father. Not that she would ever know that given her lack of information about him.

"Getting ready to head out soon?" Gloria asked, breaking her daughter from her thoughts.

"Just about. I'm just waiting on Trenton to pick me up."

"So you finally decided to give him a chance?"

The strength it took for Delilah to not roll her eyes. "No, Mom. I keep telling you that Trenton and I are just friends."

"I still don't see why you don't like him," Gloria pressed, "He's such a polite boy. And he's pretty handsome. You two would be perfect together."

"He's not my type," Delilah shrugged.

That had Gloria scoffing. "How could that boy not be your type? I swear, if I were ten years younger."

"Mom!"

"Anyway, I came here to tell you that Lawrence and I are going out to dinner with the Whittemores so we're not going to be home till late. But you still have to be home before curfew."

"Don't worry, I'll be home. I wasn't planning on staying over there too long anyway." Delilah's phone dinged, signaling an incoming message. "Trenton's here. I should get going."

"Alright, well, I'll see you in the morning." Gloria went over and kissed the top of Delilah's head. "Try to have fun tonight, okay? Love you."

"I love you too."

Anxiety rose within the girl as she followed Trenton into Lydia's house. The party was already in full swing and the place was packed with what looked like the entire student body of Beacon Hills High. Dance music blared loudly through the speakers, and not the kind of dancing music Delilah was used to. Just as predicted, she spotted a couple of, well, couples making out in the corner of the living room. And the scent of marijuana coming from upstairs had traveled its way down and stunk up the living room.

Note to self: never accept another invitation to a party ever again.

Trenton's hand pressed against the small of Delilah's back, accidentally pressing on a fresh bruise that made her wince. Fortunately, Trenton didn't notice. He just guided Delilah to the backyard. It was less crowded than the inside, but it was still pretty busy. Everyone was dancing and jumping along with the beat of the music, seeming to have the time of their lives. And there Delilah was, hugging her waist and unsure what to do with herself.

Her green eyes wandered around the scene until they fell onto a sight that broke her heart.

Scott and Allison were among the cluster of people dancing in the backyard. The two were dancing as well, looking all cozy with each other. Both of them were smiling wide, arms wrapped around each other, so obviously in like. Delilah shouldn't be watching, she knew. She felt like she was invading a private moment and each moment made her sadder than before. But she for some reason couldn't look away.

The only reason why she did was because she suddenly felt eyes on her. She turned around to find a man in a leather jacket who looked way too old to be at a high school party looking her way. His hair was as black as the night sky and he had green eyes that rivaled Delilah's. There was no denying that he was a handsome man, but his almost angry demeanor was putting Delilah on edge.

"Delilah! Trenton! Over here!"

Said girl spotted her group waving her and Trenton over excitedly. She decided to look back at the mysterious man only to find that he had disappeared. Odd. Trenton pulled Delilah along to join their friends before she could give the strange exchange anymore thought.

"Hey there, Miss Dance Captain!" Annie announced from Emmett's lap, lifting her solo cup in the air. The rest of the group followed suit as they let out collective whoops. Delilah allowed a smile to break out on her face. "I told you you would get it."

"I didn't wanna get my hopes up," Delilah laughed.

"Oh, please," Cody said, "You deserve it."

Trenton came up next to the brunette holding two solo cups. She didn't even realize that he had left her side. He thrusted a cup at her. "Here. It's jungle juice. You'll like it, it's sweet."

Hesitantly, Delilah accepted the drink. "Thanks." She brought the cup to her lips but never let the alcohol touch her.

"So Annie was just telling us that you invited Erica Reyes to the dance audition," Brianna spoke up, "What on Earth prompted you to do something like that?"

"You guys act like I committed some sort of crime," Delilah said, "I was trying to do something nice. I didn't think it was going to end so badly."

"It was so bad," Annie emphasized, "I got secondhand embarrassment from the whole thing. And that cartwheel." She shuddered dramatically.

"God, I wish I was there for that," Justin said with an amused chuckle.

"Come on, give Erica a break," Delilah said, "She was nervous."

"D, she was a wreck," Annie told her, "Even you can't deny that."

Jade shook her head. "Honestly, I don't know why you even bothered with her. She's kind of a lost cause. Especially when that video of her peeing her pants went around the school."

"I'm surprised that video didn't go viral," Trenton added.

Hearing all this was starting to make Delilah's blood boil. How could her friends be so heartless? None of this should have come as a surprise as this was typical behavior. That didn't make it any less right.

"Erica's nice. Just because she's a little different, that doesn't mean that she's a bad person."

"Face it, D," Emmett said, "People like her don't go with people like us. If they did then it would throw the whole world off balance." Annie laughed at that, which disheartened Delilah more.

She couldn't stand to hear this any longer. "Can you hold this?" she asked Trenton, handing him her drink that she never tasted, "I'm gonna go use the restroom."

She left without receiving a response, only blank stares from her friends. Whatever. There was no more energy left in her to really care about how they felt. All she could do was kick herself for not saying no to this stupid party. This night couldn't get any worse.

"Hey, hot stuff," a random guy slurred in her ear when she attempted to push through the sea of people in the backyard. His breath smelled of stale beer and Delilah wanted to gag. "Wanna dance?"

"I'll pass," she immediately said, stepping away from him.

"Aw, come on!" he laughed, "Why come to a party if you're not gonna dance? One song, that's it. It's not gonna kill you."

Death honestly sounded like a better option at the moment. "Look, I'm really not in the mood right now. I'm just trying to get to the bathroom." Delilah tried to walk away but the guy grabbed her by the forearm. "Let go of me."

"Don't be such a tease," the guy sneered, "Just one dance with me and I'm pretty sure I can convince you to join me in other activities, if you know what I mean. I can even show you the bathroom."

Panic took over Delilah when the grip on her got so tight that it made the injuries on her arm burn. Unlike others, she had no fight or flight mode, just fear. You'd think she'd learn after all this time dealing with familiar situations. Yet Delilah had no idea what to do from there.

Suddenly he was pushed away from Delilah. A man in a leather jacket that she had never seen before and appeared way too old to be at a high school party stepped in between them. "She said to leave her alone."

The perv scoffed. "Whatever, man. You can have her. Good luck trying to get into her pants." He stumbled away.

Delilah's savior (her very scary savior) turned to her with an arched bushy eyebrow. "You alright?"

There were no words that Delilah could verbally say since her brain couldn't function, so she just nodded. The man didn't say anything either. He just gave a curt nod back and left Delilah standing there feeling gobsmacked.

Okay, maybe this was her sign to call it a night. The time on her phone read 9:14, shy of forty-five minutes until her curfew. She was about to search for Trenton when she remembered that he was drinking when they were with their friends. Come to think of it, everyone had been drinking. Neither of them were sober enough to drive Delilah home. And she couldn't ask Scott since he was on a date with another girl. Ugh, another damper on Delilah's night.

Screw it. She was just going to have to walk home. Thank God for GPS.

Making sure that none of her friends could see her, Delilah made a beeline into the house and went out the front door. According to her phone, it should take Delilah about half an hour to get home. Not too bad. Better start walking.

Fifteen minutes in and Delilah's feet were killing her. So stupid of her to wear boots with heels. The night was cold, the January air creating goosebumps all over Delilah's body despite wearing a sweater dress. Everything ached and all the girl wanted was a nice hot shower and her bed. And it was so damn dark… where the hell was she?

Delilah looked down at her phone to make sure that she was still going the right way. To her horror, the screen on her phone was pitch black. She frantically pressed every button to get it magically come back to life.

"No. No, come on!" Nothing worked. "Shit!"

Great. Now what was Delilah supposed to do?

Letting out a sigh, the brunette took in her surroundings. There really wasn't anything around. Delilah was practically in the middle of nowhere. Then she saw a sign. Beacon Hills Cemetery. It really had to be a freakin' cemetery. Beggars couldn't be choosers, apparently. And Delilah wasn't in a position to choose anything better. She had to put on her big girl panties and walk through the creepy area. There better be someone with a phone here.

Not a single light shone through the cemetery, adding on to the creep factor of it all. Delilah had no idea where she was walking and she kept bumping into headstones and tripping over piles of dirt. This had to have been disturbing the peace. God better not be too mad at her later if he was real. A twig suddenly snapped and Delilah whipped her head around. Then another one.

"Hello?" she called out, "Is there anybody here?" No one answered. "Hello?" If she wasn't freaking out before, she definitely was now. She turned around only for a bright white light to shine in her eyes. "Oh my…"

Standing right there with a flashlight in his hand was Isaac. He was wearing all black with a dash of confusion. "It's you."

"Yep…" Delilah chuckled nervously, shielding her eyes, "It's me. Sorry, I wasn't actually expecting to see anyone here."

"Yeah, I was about to say the same thing," Isaac quipped, "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, you know. Just… out for a late night stroll. I hear the cemetery is lovely this time of year."

Isaac didn't seem convinced. "Uh huh." He turned off the flashlight. Yet Delilah could somehow still see him perfectly. "It's not safe out at night, you know? There's a killer out on the loose still."

Whoops. Delilah had completely forgotten about that part. "I know. And I'm sorry if I'm trespassing. I'm just trying to find my way home before my curfew and my phone died. Do you think I can borrow yours so I can call someone? Please?"

"I can do you one better. I can give you a ride."

"Really? You won't get in trouble for leaving during your shift?"

"No," Isaac said, shrugging, "I'll be fine. And it's not like I'm ditching work. I'm just helping out a classmate. Would you be okay with that?"

A part of Delilah was hesitant. However, the more she thought about it, there was no reason why she shouldn't be okay with it. Isaac was nice enough. Soft spoken and awkward for sure, but nice. Why shouldn't Delilah trust him? "Yeah. I'd be okay with that."

"Okay." Isaac cocked his head. "Follow me." They walked side by side to wherever Isaac was talking the girl. A breeze hit Delilah and made her shiver. "You cold?"

"A little," Delilah admitted. Isaac unzipped his jacket and held it out to her. "Oh, no, it's okay."

"Take it. You need it more than I do."

He didn't seem to be backing down, so Delilah took the jacket from him. "Thanks." She slipped it on and zipped it up. Isaac was twice her size so the jacket swallowed her body. It was pretty soft for a boy's jacket. Smelled nice too. Like freshly washed laundry.

"So where are you coming from?" Isaac asked.

"Lydia Martin's party," Delilah answered, "I didn't really wanna go but my friends talked me into it. Then they started drinking so none of them could take me home."

"And you didn't wanna get drunk with them?"

Delilah shook her head. "I don't really like alcohol." Although she refused to elaborate further.

"Me neither," Isaac told her, voice a little distant.

"Hey, where's your car?"

"Uh… right there."

Imagine Delilah's surprise when Isaac pointed to a bicycle instead.

"I know it's not some fancy sports car," he told her when he saw the unreadable look on the girl's face, "but it gets me from point A to point B. And it has pretty good mileage."

Delilah let out a small laugh. "I like it. But how are you supposed to give me a ride on that?"

"Simple. I get on the bike, you stand on the hubs on the back wheels, and you hold on for dear life."

"Huh. Sounds safe."

"It is," Isaac assured her, "Just trust me."

He hopped on the bike first, his long legs stretching out to plant his feet on the ground for leverage. He then instructed Delilah to grab onto his shoulders as she hiked her leg over the back wheel. While ungraceful, she managed to do it without a hitch. As soon as she was on, she wrapped her arms around Isaac's torso with the strength of a cobra.

"You alright?" Isaac asked Delilah. She nodded her head, still pretty tense. "Just hold on tight. I won't let you fall, I promise."

With that, he placed his feet on the pedals and took off.

The entire ride throughout the town, Delilah had her face buried in the space between Isaac's shoulder and neck. Her breath tickled the boy's skin, providing an unexpected warmth against the cool wind. Her hold around his waist also never loosened once. Actually, Isaac didn't mind the close contact as much as he thought. He even went as far as placing his hand on Delilah's forearm in hopes to provide her some sort of comfort. Whether it worked or not, Isaac couldn't say. He'd like to think so.

To his unliking, the trip to Delilah's house ended soon. Isaac came to a slow stop at the curb and took his foot off the pedal. He remained seated as Delilah carefully stepped off the bike. No one was home from the looks of it, which was a huge relief considering that Delilah was, in no doubt, late for her curfew. She turned to Isaac.

"Thank you for the ride home," she said genuinely, "I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. Also… I wanted to apologize for Trenton the other day at lunch. He acts before he thinks sometimes. A lot of times, honestly."

Isaac shook his head. "It's long forgotten. I've learned to not take anything he does too deeply." Delilah nodded in understanding. "And it's no problem. If you ever need a ride home or to anywhere, really, let me know. Even though you most likely won't."

"Will do," Delilah smiled softly, "That goes for you too." She began to turn away. "I'll see in class on Monday. Have a good night, Isaac."

"Good night, Delilah."

After nodding once more, the girl walked up to her porch. She pulled the spare key out out the large plant and unlocked the door. She waved back at Isaac and he returned the gesture. He waited until Delilah went inside the house before he started to make his trip back to the cemetery. And he kept going even after he remembered that Delilah still had his jacket.

It was fine. It looked much better on her anyway.

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