Deep End

by Ali Hazelwood

He stares at me, doesn’t move, and…okay. Fine. Thank you. Polite, decent people who care about your safety—gotta hate them.

“I have hobbies,” I counter weakly. Sometimes, when I’m done with homework at a decent hour, I read Mafia erotica until I fall asleep. Eat crackers in bed. Consider calling 911, just to talk to someone.