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My lips part. His gaze rivets to mine and I search his eyes, which have an otherworldly appearance in the moonlight.
The silver in his eyes brightens, looking like liquid desire.
I heard him loud and clear. I just can’t believe what he said.
“You want me?” I grate out.
“I want you.”
I recall the other thing he said to me that threw me for a loop—I want to fuck you.
Is that what he means?
Instead of making me feel sick that he might possibly want me to prostitute myself to him to keep his silence, arousal tugs at my core. That’s what makes me feel sick. The fact that I can’t deny that a fucked-up twisted part of me wants him too, and I don’t understand why.
“What specifically do you mean?”
That smile returns to his handsome face, dancing on his lips.
“Meet me after school tomorrow in the parking lot and I’ll tell you.”
He backs away, then turns and leaves me standing there, gazing at him, terror writhing through my being.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
Chapter10
Billie
I came to school early because I was eager to start the day.
It wouldn’t make the end of school come any quicker, but I did it for my sanity.
When I returned home from the park last night, several things hit me at once that hadn’t crossed my mind before because I was so consumed with worry about everything else.
The most prominent thing was how Chad seemed to be one step ahead, and how he knew things he shouldn’t know.
Like me wanting a career working with children.
And the fact that he was even there last night.
How did he know I’d be in the park at that time?
It couldn’t have been a coincidence. There’s no way I’m going to believe he was out for a walk at the same time as me.Bullshit.
Also, Isabelle said he lives on the other side of town. The neighborhood where the rich are so rich, they may as well have the streets named after them.
He would only have been there if he was watching me and would only know about my dream to work with kids if he was looking at files, like the personal statement I sent UCLA.
The issue of the surveillance at school and my car also popped into my head, and I didn’t think it would be too farfetched to think Chad was capable of being just as fucked up as the psychos on my favorite crime shows.
He’s watching me. That’s the only answer. And I won’t know more about what he’s up to until the end of the day, which seems like eons away.
When people start rollingin and no one makes any unusual comments about me or stares, the tension burning through my body eases somewhat as I realize he couldn’t have shown anyone the video or my pictures.
The respite is only momentary though, because when I see him, everything comes rushing back a hundredfold.
I’m in three classes with him before lunch and in each one he makes a point of staring at me, staring me down, picking me apart with invisible fingers.
