Mentions of muder, sewer slide, death in general, and lots of swearing

My phone rang as I was walking down the hallway. I checked to see who was calling, and it was none other than Thomas Jefferson. I answered, hoping he had found another clue on the murder.

Yes, the murder. Not only were we college students, no, we also had to solve a murder to keep me from getting arrested for it.

It happened a month ago. My friends and I were going swimming in the lake on campus, when we found James Madison floating in the water. He was dead, and we immediately called the cops. They ruled it as a suicide, but I knew it wasn't. He was happy, he had a life to live. So I teamed up with Thomas to try to see who did it. But soon the police caught on, and they thought I did it. So Thomas and I need to find the real killer.

I arrived at his dorm and knocked, as he told me to come see him. He opened the door and gestured for me to come inside.

I did, and he turned to me. "Angie..." he began softly, "I have something to tell you..."

"What is it?" I asked. His tone sounded so serious, so solemn, I thought he knew who did it and was trying to protect them.

He took a deep breath. "I killed him. I tried to frame you for it, but I can't. I love you too much..."

I froze, heart pounding. "You did what!? Why!?" I asked, backing away to get out of there. He grabbed my arm angrily, squeezing it hard. "You should know!" he yelled, pointing at a vase of wilted flowers.

My heart sank. On Valentine's day, I'd gotten a note from someone, a note that said simply, "Be Mine". My friends thought it was some loser that had no chance with me, so we sent notes back. We paid a delivery girl to give the notes to whoever sent me that one. We bought a bouquet of flowers and sent it first, before sending the notes.

We sent back some really gruesome stuff. The first one said "Have Me" with a little drop of my blood. The second said "All Of Me" with a peice of bone from a steak. We continued doing this, messing with whoever sent the note. We knew it would upset them. But we didn't know it would drive him to murder.

"I sent that note," he whispered. "I love you. But you sent those awful things back. I came here, all alone in the world, with no one from my life with me. I felt so fucking isolated, but did you care? No. You only care about yourself, and 'John'."

"Shut up!" I yelled, tears forming in my eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about!"

John was my boyfriend. We'd been dating for a few months by the time I met Thomas.

Thomas grabbed my arm. "Shut up!" he hissed. "Let me finish! As I was saying, you're a selfish little bitch. So I tried to frame you for murder. But for that, I needed a body. It was originally going to be me. But then James came along. I slit his wrists with a shard of wine bottle you'd lost then threw him in the lake. But then I couldn't let you get arrested. Do you know why?" At this point, he had tears in hid eyes. I tried to get away, but his grip was too strong.

"Because I love you," he whispered. "I love you so much. Tell me you love me too."

I slapped him across the face. "You're crazy!" I yelled, trying to get away again.

Suddenly we could hear police sirens outside the dorms. It seemed like someone else had heard the commotion and called the cops. Thomas let go of me and ran in circles, looking panicked. "Shit," he muttered, eyes wide.