((Sterling Odair continued from Metanoia
Sterling ran a ways from the hotel. When was confident that Vincent hadn't followed the young star stopped to catch his breath. The blood was cold and sticking to him, and he couldn't take it anymore.
Stopping where he was Sterling took off the shirt and tossed it away and he shook.
It wasn't from the cold.
The diary said she had a crush on him, and that was more pressure than he could handle. He knew he wasn't proper boyfriend material. What could Tiffany ever had seen in him. Plus, she'd been pretty clear about her intentions of playing. Would she had killed him if he saw her here? What if Amber was with him? And not even getting started on him killing someone...
I should put a shirt on now.
The only one left was the purple one. He slipped it on. It was a loose fit and covered in wrinkles. Comfy, but it felt like he dawned a target on himself. Still nervous Sterling's hand moved to the sweatband on his left wrist, and started rotating it slowly. It wasn't something he did often, but it just relaxed him. A hard test, when he was confused, or just a bad day. Turning the band helped him.
He didn't know how long he did it while he was walking, but when he saw a small group of kids he didn't recognize the young star considered turning back. He didn't want to be near strangers after that.
That would look suspicious, and get me shot.
Taking a apprehensive step Sterling greeted them with a simple,