What now crossed Lilith's mind was how she would execute her plans. What were her plans exactly?

To murder, of course.

She would first murder the girl, anyone who got in her way, and then give the final blow. Emerson. The name disgusted Lilith. Anytime she would say or hear it she would throw up in her mouth. Her mind had become an abyss, no longer did she think of graduation. Now all she ever thought about was how the blood of Emerson would taste in-between her lips.

"I fucking hate Professor Harvey. He gave me a B on my paper just because I missed one reference." Emerson said as he set down his phone, screen downward.

Lilith stared at the phone as she spoke, "That sucks, I heard he could be harsh on grading. That's why I didn't take him."

Lilith was now her other-self. But in her mind, she wanted nothing more than to slit Emerson's throat. Unfortunately, they were at the library and too many witnesses were around. She had to be tactful. For she knew if Emerson's family found out, she would never make it out alive.

Emerson was a math major. He found peace in a language not many fully understood. It was exciting for him to solve equations and graph functions. And he was never one to shy away from letting people know that he was the best in his class. He didn't care for helping others, if they struggled then they were dumb. That was his reasoning. Lilith thought he was a narcissistic asshole. But he was smart nonetheless, and handsome. Everything Lilith wanted in a boyfriend. Emerson's family was rich, his father a neurosurgeon, and his mother a chemist. From a young age, he was expected to excel and be top of his class. He always got what he wanted. Too bad what he wanted was not only Lilith. This fact made her blood boil.

"I actually have to go see Tucker right now," Lilith said as she stood up from where they were sitting.

"What? But I thought we were gonna go watch a movie after this?"

Lilith wanted to scream. "Another time, babe."

"Fine."

Lilith turned towards the exit and frowned. She wanted to get this over with. Tucker was the boy she knew from her physics class. He was a physics major himself and preferred to be left alone. However, Lilith desperately needed to find out everything about the girl he had been talking to in the parking lot. Lilith took out her phone and texted Tucker:

Lilith:
Hi Tucker, do you have a minute?

After about thirty minutes, Lilith began to grow desperate. He wasn't going to answer unless she saw him in person. The only way that would happen would be during class tomorrow. Meanwhile, she would plan out how she would murder the girl. She wouldn't use a gun, it would make too much noise. She would have to fight her using a knife. Or a baseball bat, she thought. Lilith would need to make sure no one would see her. There was a flaw, however, if she were to ask what the girl's name was to Tucker, it'd be a dead giveaway.

"Would I have to kill him too?" Lilith said aloud in her room. If it came to it, she most likely would. But because Tucker was a recluse, he wouldn't say a thing to anyone.

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The next day in class, Lilith made sure she would sit near Tucker. "Hey Tucker, did you get my message?"

He turned to her and spoke softly, "Sorry no, I was at practice. I dropped dead after getting home."

He was in track and field, a sprinter.

"It's alright, I just wanted to ask if you understood molecular dynamics. It's been confusing me," Lilith lied. She knew how to predict how atoms would move relative to time, but she obviously needed to warm up to Tucker to find what she was truly seeking.

"Oh well, yeah I'd be down to helping you later today, I guess."

I guess, Lilith repeated to herself in her head. She knew that Tucker was uncomfortable with meeting up with people he barely knew.

"No worries, I wouldn't want to keep you from missing practice. How's that going by the way?"

"It's been good, now that the year's ending it starts getting emotional."

Lilith narrowed her eyes to really focus on Tucker. "Do you have any friends there?"

"Just two. Derek and Gwen, I dunno if you know them. They're pretty cool."

Gwen. Lilith had found what she was looking for. It had to be her. She would make a perfect runner, given her height. This made things hairy, however. She was an athlete and Lilith was not.

"Yeah, I know Gwen. I've seen her around. Would you mind telling me if she commutes? I wanted to ask her something the other day, I just couldn't find her."

"Yeah she does but she usually has practice every day except weekends."

The professor walked in at that moment and Lilith had received what information she needed. Tucker didn't suspect anything from a kindhearted girl like Lilith. Luckily for Tucker, she wouldn't have to kill him.

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