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Shepulls her keys out of her bag, continuing to survey her surroundings, a fearful expression coating her face.It'snot hard to miss the pink flush that starts to stain her cheeks though, is she turned on?Doesshe enjoy the fear?

Igrow a bit annoyed that she hasn't spotted me.Sheneeds to be more aware of her surroundings, especially with the students that have gone missing,Ican't risk having my girl taken from me.

Iwatch her quickly unlock the door and dart inside.Thefront door slams closed and my annoyance grows that she’s no longer in my line of sight.MaybeIshould install cameras.

“Shit.”Ichuckle to myself.Thatsounds fucking insane.Imight be forming an obsession with sweet littleBlairbutIcan’t bethatfar gone, not yet.Ishake my head asIturn to head back towards my house.Ineed to chill the fuck out.

Ipull out my phone to textGrimm, letting him knowI'mgoing for a ride to blow off some steam.Hisresponse is immediate, letting me know he’ll meet me soon.

Pocketingmy phone,Itug my hood up onto my head and let out what seems like the millionth sigh laced with frustration today.Hopefully, some of this pent up annoyance depletes before meeting up withGrimm,Idon’t feel like answering questions.

CHAPTER SIX

BLAIR

Hurryinginto my bedroom and shutting the door behind me,Ifinally release the breathIdidn’t realizeIhave been holding.Walkingback from class,Ifelt this prickling sensation of eyes on me the entire way home.Scanningbehind me every so often,Iwas met with an almost empty campus. “You'reprobably just imagining things,”Iwhisper to myself once inside the safety of my home.

Thedisappearances around campus have unsettled me more thanIcare to admit.Ididn’t think the majority of my time here would be spent looking over my shoulder for danger while also fighting off thoughts aboutEmmett.

Idon’t know what type of witchcraftEmmettis using, but that has to be the only explanation as to whyIcan't get him out of my head.He'sarrogant and rude, yetIfeel a blush start to creep up my chest and face whenIthink about him.

Ifind myself putting on a mask and pretending to be bold and fierce, while trulyI’minexperienced and timid.Butthose eyes,eyes that can cut you with just the right look when you peer into them, they do something to me.Thenthere’s that smile paired with the curves of his dimples, the expression creates a pool of heat in my core.

Ibegin to think about his rock hard chest and howIwas able to feel every muscle through his shirt during our collision.Mymind wanders to whatEmmettlooks like without a shirt.Eachdefined abdomen muscle leading down to the no-doubt, yummy v-line.

BeforeI’mable to daydream aboutEmmett’sbody and the possibilities of its appearance any longer,I'mpulled from my thoughts.Myphone is ringing and whenIlift it from my desk, the smiling contact picture of my mom is staring back at me.Withoutletting another second pass,Ianswer.

“Himom!”Ispeak cheerfully.It'sonly been a few weeks andImiss her like crazy.Igot used to the feeling of it being only the two of us, always together, partners in crime.

“Heyhunny, how are you?Howare classes?”Hersoothing voice washes over me, bringing me back home.

“I'mgood.Myclasses are engaging and my roommates haven’t started any catfights yet.”Ilaugh.

“Oh, that’s good.I’dlove to meet them sometime!Heyhunny listen,Ican’t talk for long, butIwanted to ask if you've heard about what's been happening at that school of yours?Somestudents have been going missing andI’mworried about you.”Momsays with concern in her voice.

“Yeah,I’veheard about them.They’vedefinitely made me feel uneasy butImake sure to keep my mace on hand.”Iassure her.

“Good, okay.Itrust that you can take care of yourself, but pleasetrust your gut.Ifsomething or someone doesn’t feel right, do not involve yourself.Ican’t lose you too.Ilove you hunny.”Momexpresses.

“Iknow,Ilove you too.I’mnot going anywhere.”Icheck the time and realize ifIdon’t leave right nowI’llbe late for my economics class. “Scratchthat,Ido need to get going.Classstarts soon.I’llcall you this weekend?”Iask.Sheagrees and we say our goodbyes.

Ihead out, stopping atCozyCupbefore continuing my walk to class.Makingsure to not collide with men made from bricks,Isuccessfully arrive at class with a full cup of joe.Smallwins.

AsI’mbooting up my laptop for notes,Iwatch in horror as somebody knocks my coffee off the corner of the desk whereIhad set it down.Theydon’t stop walking to apologize or offer to clean up the absolute mess they just made.Whippingmy head around,I’mmet with a familiar and viciously handsome set of green eyes.FuckingEmmett, of course.Irise from my seat and storm over to him.

“Whatis your problem?Helpme clean that up!”Idemand.

Heleans over to peek past me at the puddle of caramel, vanilla, and ice pooling underneath my seat.

Shrugging, he nonchalantly responds, “Callit even.”

Hiseyes reach mine again and he flashes those pearly whites at me.Hisdimple makes an appearance, mocking me.Iwant to fucking slap him but how would that play out for me?Anobody fromNewYork, physically assaulting the dean’s son for what would most likely be deemed an accident.

Istomp to the front of the room, grabbing the roll of paper towelsto speedily clean up before it’s time forProfessorMonroeto begin his lecture for the day.

I'vebeen fuming the entire class.Notonly didInot get the coffee thatIwas so desperately craving this morning, butIpractically missed the whole lecture due to my thoughts being filled of murder and torture.It'shard to learn about interest rates when my only interest right now is stabbingEmmettin the neck.

Iknow it sounds extreme over coffee, butIdon’t know why he continues to stare at me,especiallyafter he purposely knocked my cup over.EverytimeIsee him on campus, his eyes are glued to me, as if he has no shame in how he’s staring.

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