«Do you plan on breathing down my neck even when I'm just trying to make peace with my best friend…?» I mutter, referring to Kimberly.
After seeing Naomi run away from school in tears, I told myself I'd give her some time to calm down before making my move. Yes, I really did give her some time — about one minute. After all, they say you should strike while the iron is hot, right? And Naomi is definitely burning right now.
I followed her silently — I was afraid she'd go straight home, which would've made it impossible to talk to her, but luckily she stopped in Central Park.
And now Naomi is slumped on a bench, with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a joint in the other — poor girl, she must be completely wrecked.
«The deal was that I wouldn't kill you as long as I was sure you'd never hurt a human again. Following you around the clock is the only way to be certain. Having me breathing down your neck can't be worse than being dead, right?» she says with a little smirk.
