Page 178 of Feed Your Fiends

“He’s alsoZedd’s bestie,” Enaj mutters, shutting her laptop with an audible snap.

“Relax,” I drawl. “I won’t tell Zedd about our little meeting.”

“Good,” Enaj says, standing up and dusting dried leaves off her jeans. “Because I don’t have anything to say to you or any other horseman.”

“I do,” I say as Aria slides onto the table Enaj just vacated, and I join her, leaning against it. “I have a lot I can say. Like, how you’re so good at tech, and yet you’re not at Ennox Prep for technology like your parents wanted you to be.”

She swallows, and her eyes dart for the door like she’s contemplating a quick exit. Like she can actually outrun the truth she thought was secret.

“In fact, they only agreed to let you into Beaulieu because you won that acting scholarship, right?”

She turns to me so sharply, her long thick ponytail slaps her in the face.

“How did you know that?”

“I know a lot of things,” I smile. “Like how much of a good actress you are.”

“I think you should sit down,” Aria says, patting the spot between us.

Enaj obliges, albeit at a snail’s pace, as she wedges herself in between Aria’s thigh and my forearm. Her shoulders creep up to her ears, and her spine hunches like she’s carrying that awful overstuffed rucksack she always hunches around with.

“I knew you looked familiar,” I say when she’s nice and uncomfortable as if she has the nerve to be. “Not because of last summer when your parents pushed you on Zedd. No, it was because I’d seen you around campus but not in class. In fact, I’ve never seen you in class, but I have seen you in the male dorms.”

I let the words linger in the air as she swallows thickly, and Aria grins like the Cheshire cat.

“I-I wasn’t looking for Zedd,” she protests, her voice barely a whisper.

“Oh, I know. You were looking for briefs and t-shirts after dance and his pillows that smell like his long luxurious locks you want to sink your fingers into. You’re a filthy little stalker.”

She shakes her head, her bronze skin reddening to a deep maroon. “It’s not like that.”

“What’s it like, crotch sniffer?”

“That wasonetime.”

Aria’s uncontrollable laughter rings around the glasshouse, and I swear it rattles the filthy pains.

Enaj narrows her eyes. “You,” her voice cuts through the laughter like a knife. “You only befriended me to help him, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Aria says bluntly and without hesitation. “But I genuinely like you, Enaj. You’re crazy, and we’re all a little fucked. It’s too bad Zedd hates you; you’d fit right in.”

“I don’t want anything to do with Zedd or his horsemen,” she says glaring at me through slits. “So, what do you want?”

“I need to see the footage for myself. Your stalking abilities may make you good at surveillance, but maybe there’s something you missed.”

Her shoulders stiffen. “I already told Aria that this person, whoever they are, is good. Too damn good. They avoided all the major cameras, and the one that did catch them caught the back of their hooded coat. This person knows what they’re doing because they’ve done it before. Multiple times.”

“Like how you never get caught despite being new on campus?”

She swallows again before clearing her throat. “It’s not me.”

I never thought that it was her. She’s too caught up in stalkinghim.

Aria leans forward, her curly braids falling over her shoulders. “Gant, wait…if it’s someone used to creeping around, you don’t think?”

“I know it’s Beaussip,” I say, reading her thoughts. “I’m almost positive of it. Now, let me see the video.”

Enaj relents opening her laptop loaded with explicit stalking tabs before she pans over to the right one.

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