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“He’s intense.” I nod as she takes the seat beside me. “Is he stalking you now? I mean, he knows you’re here because he dropped you off, but how did he know about the clinic?” Josie looks like she’s trying to figure it out. “It’s like, boom, he’s there.”

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “I checked to see if I shared my location with him, but it wasn’t on.”

“You’re so trusting.” Josie laughs and reaches out to me. “Hand it over.” I find my phone in my bag and give it to her. She opens her laptop and hooks it up to my phone. “Did he ever get his hands on this?”

“My phone?”

“No, your pussy,” Josie deadpans.

“I already told you he did.” We both erupt into laughter.

Our teacher enters the classroom and starts his lecture. I keep looking over at Josie's screen, wondering what the hell she’s doing. I’ve never understood all the crap she can do on them. Josie is scary behind a computer.

“Shit,” Josie mutters under her breath.

“What?” Did she really find something? Nash had my phone, but it was only for a second.

“Oh, he’s tracking you all right. And so much more.” Josie’s eyebrows are almost to her hairline as she turns to look at me.

“Tell me.” I lean over and see hundreds of pictures of me. How is that on my phone?

Then it dawns on me that she’s hacked into Nash’s data.

The teacher announces that everything should be put away so we can take our test.

“I’ll show you after class, but you might need a restraining order.” Her lips twitch, and I’m not sure if she’s teasing or dead-ass serious.

I wonder which I’m hoping for.

Chapter Sixteen

NASH

I know for a fact she’s only got three classes today. It’s the end of her senior year, and she’s taking the last of her requirements. So when she doesn’t text me after the first class, I get annoyed but try to stay calm. I send her a text letting her know my displeasure.

Me: That’s strike one.

The second time she doesn’t text me, I’m not so calm. In fact, I’m pissed.

Me: Strike two.

Both of my texts go unread and unanswered. She’s purposely ignoring me, and I don’t fucking like it. I catch a glimpse of her walking to her third and final class of the day, and she pretends to not see me. I know every inch of her body, and I could see the way it changed when she knew I was there. She was well aware of my presence, and she chose not to look at me.

Me: Strike three.

My brain is screaming at me to stop, but I’m already walking across the parking lot. I won’t be denied, not ever again. This is all her fault, and now she’s the one pushing me over the edge.

When I walk into the building, I know exactly where I’m going. This used to be my high school, and the layout hasn’t changed. I also know her schedule and what classroom she’s in right now. It’s not hard for me to grab the open door before it closes and slip inside undetected.

The bell rings and the halls empty, but I don’t care. I’m on a mission, and even though I know somewhere in the back of my mind this is fucked up, I can’t stop myself.

Her teacher is already talking to the class when I get there, so I knock on the door. When she looks at me, it takes her a second, but then recognition dawns on her. She beams at me as she walks to the door and opens it.

“Nash Rhodes, what are you doing at my door? I know you’re not here to tell me you forgot your homework.” Mrs. Foster is one of the nicest teachers here and remembers every student by their first and last name.

“Well, I was talking to the guidance counselor about using high school students for my new intern program. But I couldn’t leave without seeing my favorite teacher.”

“Oh, don’t you try to charm an old lady. I’m too close to retirement to get into trouble now.” She winks at me, and it makes me laugh. She’s been an old lady since she started working here a million years ago.

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