Over the Edge- Part 3

Chapter Three
Clue
The next person to call was Cameron Carter. My boyfriend. We talk everyday. He is part of the reason my parents got me a cellphone. Liz was the one who got us together.

"You should go talk to him."
Darn she caught me staring, again. He shows up everywhere. "I think I'm good here."
"No, your not. You know you like him, and I think he likes you too."
"Liz you know perfectly well that I'm good with admiring from afar." I strain my neck to peek at the back of his head.
"Well, your afar is another planet. You could get any guy here easily but you choose to follow him around like a homeless puppy. So either you go over and talk to him or I will."
"I don't follow him around!" I spin my locker combination and flip open the door. "I'm not like you. So pleese don't make this crush a big deal." I close my locker and come face to face with Cameron.
"Crush huh? Well it looks like more then one person is to shy to talk to their crush."
"You have a crush?" I feel my heart leap with hope, then realized what had happened. "Liz talked to you, huh?"
"Hey, she has enough courage to come and tell me that I need to get my butt over here and tell you how I feel."
"I'm so sorry. Liz likes to interfere with my life as much as possiable."
"Well, we can't make her feel like she's wrong so, do you want to go to the movies sometime?"
"For Liz." I smiled.
"For Liz."He grinned.
After our first date we had such a good time we went out the next weekend, and the next.  Then pratically every weekend after that. Until now. My clock glows 2:00 pm. A week after I found out about Liz.
"Hail, are you okay?"
"Well my best friend is dead. And I have slept for a week. So I'm just peachy."
"That's good. You are using sarcasim. Do you want me to come over?"
"I don't know, I'm still tired."
"We could do your homework for the week."
"I guess."
"Good. I'll see you at three."
I grunted and buried my head under the pillow. I do not feel like doing order of operations right now. Even though I'm relunctant I drang my butt out of bed and take a shower, my first this week, and got dressed. Just as I was applying my lipgloss the doorbell rang.
I opened the door to find Cameron with a pile of books in his hands, and an excited look on his face. I smiled back at him and lead him to the sitting room, which is the only place he and I are aloud to do homework together, well anything that involves us being alone. I brought in the snacks I had been able to quickly make and he spread the books out. All this without a single word, I thought. This has never happened before.
"So, um, I, ah, whats new at school?" I asked nerviously.
"Um, nothing really, just rumors about-" He stopped himself before he brought it up.
"Oh."
"When are you coming back?"
"I don't know. Maybe Monday. I'll try." Probally not.
"Good it is weird with the empty seats..." He looked at me afraid that I might explode. Is this what it is going to be like? If so, I'm never leave my home.
"I know." That is all I managed to say, any more and I wouldn't be able to stop myself from crying.
We avoided that topic for the remander of our 'study session'. Cam was still very nice to me, but I felt like he was hiding something from me. And not just little rummors either. I waved him off and even though I wanted to fall back into bed I follow Cameron out the door. I watch him head toward the direction of his house, I turn opposite of him, on a straight path to an abandoned garbage dump.
There was some caution tape around the edges of the grassy feild that disapearred into nothingness, but I crawl under it. I walk around the edge keeping a look out for where Liz may have, well, landed.
I find it, a body imprint in the dirt with footprints all around it. And blood. Tons of blood. Liz's blood. It sickens me. I stare at it. Wondering why. Why Liz, why? I can't look, it's to terriable. I turn my attention to the grass at my feet. But, it doesn't look right. Yeah I know, how is grass supposed to look? Well it isn't supposed to have two mud streaks leading right over the edge of the hole. But that can't mean- can it? I want to turn and run, but something told me to snap a picture of the marks on my phone.