The chief slammed his hands on the table, sending various papers and files sliding everywhere. His face was red, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to ask you again: what were you doing when these people died?!" "I already told you. I witnessed Portia die because of the icicles, I almost fell off a mountain with Mrs. Goodwin, Barbie and Livi almost drowned ME, and it was Angelina's fault she died, she was a druggie. Me being nearby when it happened is only coincidental." I said blankly. The chief turned away in anger, then picked up a file. He shoved it in my face, a picture of Hilary dead on the floor right in front of my eyes. "And what about this?" "I wasn't even at the party. And she overdosed, it had to be a suicide." He grinned, thinking he had me. "And how would you know she overdosed?" "One, because the people at my school have huge mouths. And two, you're holding the entire file in front of me, it says that she died of drug overdose." The cheif's grin dissapeared and he tossed the file to the side. "Why are you messing with me, Rose?!" "I'm hardly messing with you." I said, looking up at him. The chief glared at me and threw his hands up, sighing loudly. He turned on his heel. "That's it. You didn't do anything. Just get out." "Gladly." I murmured, walking past him on the way out of the station. Matthew was sitting in his car, and I slid inside, slamming the door shut. Matthew looked grimly at me, like he had bad news. He lifted his hand, showing me a journal. My journal. "What is this?" "M-my diary. Why do you have it?" I asked nervously. "It's considered evidence. I was told to look at it in front of you." he sighed, using a lockpick and easily opening the journal. I gulped, eying the handle on the door. Would he be able to catch me if I ran? "Rose... you love me?" he asked. I quickly turned back to Matthew. "...what?" "You wrote in your diary that you... loved me." he murmured, looking at me. Sudden relief swept through me. Instead of Matthew finding my actual diary, he found the decoy. I had an exact replica of it for, well, to use as a regular, non murderous, diary. Wait, what did Matthew say? Heat rushed to my face at his words. He read my latest entry in the journal. I knew I loved him when he saved me from the cliff. I couldn't look at him, so I just nodded silently, keeping my eyes down. I felt his hand at my chin, gently lifting it so I would face him. Matthew's eyes burned with such an intensity that I blushed even more. He kissed me. "I love you too."