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What the fuck is he really going to do about it? Send us back where we came from? I doubt it. He clearly wants us here for a reason. And I’m going to find out. Starting with getting to his precious Remi.
I don’t have any intentions of accepting the invitation from the annoying bitch who was giving Remi hell in English earlier, but a couple of hours after school is finished for the day, I find myself pulling up to a seafront parking lot.
There are Sterling Prep kids everywhere. They might be out of uniform now, but I can spot their arrogance a mile off. Climbing from my bike, I head over to the row of storefronts looking out over the sea, just on the off chance that she might be here. After the way the girl was talking to her, I doubt Remi accepted her invitation either.
To my surprise, as I walk toward the surf shack the first person I spot at the window seat is her. She stares down at her still full plate with her shoulders sagged in defeat and ignoring everyone around her. Her discomfort is palpable. I glance at the others around the table. There’s an older couple but the woman isn’t Sarah, two younger kids, and then my eyes land on someone familiar.
Her.
And she’s still wearing the fucking cheer kit. She laughs at the man sitting opposite her, all the while playing with the children who are giggling beside her. Everything about her is the polar opposite to Remi.
I look away before I’m caught staring and give her the wrong idea. If I wanted her then I could have had her this morning. But my eyes soon find their way back to Remi, trying to figure out why she’s so fucking miserable while everyone around her laughs and jokes.
It’s as if she can feel my stare, because not five seconds later, she looks up. Our eyes connect for the briefest moment, long enough for me to register the shock in hers, before she looks back down again.
I take that as my cue and fuck off, but I very quickly decide this isn’t going to be the last time I see her today.
Instead of going back to my uncle’s, I take the short journey to the house by the beach that Remi shares with her Mom. There aren’t any lights on when I pass, so after parking a little down the street in the hope I’m not spotted, I walk back toward the modest house. Its size is nothing in comparison to James’, and it makes me wonder how Sarah can afford for her to attend Sterling Prep.
I don’t bother with the front door, it’ll only cause suspicion if any of the neighbors see, so instead I go straight to the back. The door is locked, but when I stand back and try to figure out how to get inside, I find an open window with a trellis leading up to it. I’m pretty sure it’s her bedroom window, too.
I smile to myself. It’s almost like she’s giving me an open invitation.
After giving my makeshift ladder a tug to ensure I’m not going to go crashing back to the ground halfway up, I start to climb. I’m proved right when I poke my head around the frame and find her purple bedroom inside.
Bingo.
Making quick work of throwing my leg over the ledge, I let myself in. Her scent assaults me immediately, and my mouth waters with my need to know if she tastes quite as sweet.
I look around her space, much like I did the other day. She’s got a couple of photographs of her and Sarah at the beach. There’s one of another girl, both of them in their Sterling Prep uniforms. I make note of her face, just in case I can make use of her at some point. She obviously means something to Remi for her to frame the photograph. I find no evidence of any of the peopl
e she was with tonight. Clearly none of them are important in her life.
I flick through her school books that are sitting on the side. Noticing that we share more than just AP English, I pull my cell out and take a few photographs of the shit I missed today. Getting bored, I pull a few of her drawers open and rifle through her belongings like the fucking creep that I am, but aside from her panties, I don’t find anything of any excitement.
It must be almost an hour later when the front door slams shut and footsteps thunder up the stairs. I push myself to the edge of her bed and wait to see if it’s her or Sarah. I really fucking hope it’s the former.
My heart begins to race as the steps get closer. Time seems to slow to almost a stop as I stare at the door, willing her to walk through. I’m desperate to hear her shriek of surprise once again. To see the widening of her eyes and the fear that creeps into them.
Fuck.
I need to watch as her chest heaves when I’m too close to her.
She’s too fucking tempting for her own good.
Just like I was hoping for, the handle twists and the door pushes open before she emerges. I’m given a few seconds to take her in, as she doesn’t notice me immediately.
Slamming the door behind her, Remi falls back against it. Her hands come up to cover her face as a sob erupts from her throat.
I stand, fighting my need to announce my presence, but her bed betrays me and squeaks when I shift. Her hands fly from her face, her eyes red-rimmed, full of tears and utterly terrified as she screams bloody murder.
“Whoa,” I cry, racing over and pressing my palm down over her lips to stop her alerting anyone who could be within earshot.
Her eyes remain wide, but her body relaxes slightly when she registers that it’s me.
Interesting. Who else did she think it would be?
Tears continue to stream from her eyes and splash onto my hand. I watch as they drop, too intrigued to know what, or who, put them there.
