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I was stressed out. That was all this was. With everything with the threats, I was stressed, the concert…
Swallowing, I forced all that bullshit out of my head. I’d ruined my own night last night. Not some crazy fuck from the past. Things had been great with the guy in the Punisher mask before that. Again, he’d fucked like a god and got me completely out of my head.
At least, for a little while.
I really was some kind of damaged, and shaking my head, I started to leave the bathroom. I only made it a step before I realized I’d left my purse in the freaking stall.
Get your shit together.
The whole point of me being here at school and not in my real life was to not do this. I wasn’t supposed to be freaking out, panicking…
I shoved my purse over my arm, then turned around. I nearly ran into someone, but that was only because they were taking up so much space by the sinks.
I dropped my purse. It hit the floor and literally everything inside it spilled out. My lipsticks went everywhere, pens, my cell phone… gone, but I couldn’t really focus on any of that.
I was too busy staring at the guy with his arms crossed in front of me.
Dark, unruly hair ran every which way. Like he tossed his fingers through it often, and it happened to rest perfectly despite the tousle. His hair was borderline black it was so dark, but his eyes weren’t.
Those eyes…
A glacial, sapphire blue, and a stark contrast to everything else about him. He wore black down to his high-tops. Even a few of his fingernails were painted black, but it was his eyes that gave me pause.
And his chain.
I’d had that very chain in my hands last night. I’d tugged on that shit while he’d fucked me into an oblivion. I recognized those and his sharp earrings. They were crosses that were sharpened at the ends.
The guy pushed off the sink, and I backed up, instinctual, and the opposite of what I’d done last night. I hadn’t backed up at all. In fact, I’d thrown myself at him.
No way.
It was the eyes… those eyes that I recognized the most, and the fact that he really hadn’t changed much. His facial features were damn near the same. Just older, and if I’d been able to see them with those irises last night…
“Hey, snowflake.” The word shot through me just like it had last night, those eyes holding a familiar twinkle.
Mischief.
I’d seen it the day he’d chased me in the woods. It’d been that day that ultimately saved my life, even though I hadn’t gotten away. Before that, his eyes had been nothing but vacant. A tried-and-true sociopath. Thatcher Reed was fucking insane.
And he was currently smiling at me.
CHAPTER
FOUR
Thatcher
She left, of course, after savagely grabbing her things off the floor, and I knew she would.
Don’t make me chase you, snowflake.
Aspen Davis didn’t have many places to go, and damn near none where I wouldn’t find her. My buddies and I owned this fucking campus.
I followed Aspen’s little backside into her class, her acid-washed jeans hugging her ass, but I tried not to make a show of my arrival. My friends and I were known as Legacy at this university. Everyone knew us because of our bloodlines and the amount of money our families had been sending to the school for generations. That went triple for mine. The Reeds were one of the oldest families to attend here, so naturally I got attention.
I wasn’t trying to get it today and managed to avoid it since Aspen’s class was in an auditorium. The entrance was at the back of one of the larger lecture halls, and Aspen herself was trying to lie low as well. She kept her head down, her hand bent over the bill of her hat, but she passed several glances behind her as she made quick steps.
Yeah, I’m still here, snowflake.
