Page 68 of Fang
Before I know it, he’s standing in front of me with nothing but hatred in his eyes.
“A biker, huh?” he sneers.
I don’t bother to respond. Maybe if I don’t, he will run out of steam and leave me the hell alone.
“I knew you were a whore like your mother. You probably let him and his buddies run a train on you.”
All my good intentions of keeping my mouth closed go out the window when he compares me to my egg donor.
“I’m nothing like her, and we both know it. If I was, I would have slept with you like she has.”
“Why you…”
I cut him off before he can continue. “Seriously, though, what’s your fucking obsession with me, Zak? I’ve dealt with your shit for more than a decade. I’ve been turning you down since high school. When are you going to stop? When I get a restraining order? You’re aware I could get one, right? You arethe one who’s constantly seeking me out, not the other way around. I go out of my way to avoid you when you purposely hunt me down.”
“It’s not like that.” He scoffs, shifting from side to side.
Ignoring him, I look over his shoulder at his posse. “As far as I’m concerned, you guys aren’t any better. Do you even try to stop him from approaching me? What if I was your sister? Would you keep encouraging him then?”
“Now wait a minute,” one of them says.
“No, this has gotten out of hand. I’m telling all of you that if Zak Brohan approaches me one more time, purposely calls my name to get my attention, I will be going to the dean and the police department to file harassment and stalking charges.” I look at Zak again. “And for the record, I still have all the emails you sent me in high school to corroborate my story.”
Sick satisfaction fills me when he pales and takes a step back.
That’s right, buddy. I have four years’ worth of emails that you sent me. Ones that list every single thing you would like to do to me.
“You’re a fucking cunt, Cami,” he says before spinning on his heels and storming away.
Only as he walks away do I realize how fast my heart is racing. Raising my hand, I rub my chest. That was long overdue. Once he’s out of sight, I start heading toward my dorm.
Five minutes later, I step inside.
“Hi,” I say to the girl behind the desk.
Instead of greeting me like she used to, though, she glares. Something she only started doing after the first time Fang came up. I want to call her out, but I get it. The guy’s fucking hot.
Instead of taking the elevator up to my floor, I take the stairs two at a time. I’m slightly out of breath by the time I make it to my door. That’s why I miss it at first.
With the key in the lock, I freeze at the note pinned to my door.Whoreis spelled out in big block letters that are done in a dark red.
My heart drops to the floor, and I feel lightheaded.
Don’t pass out, Cami.
I force my eyes to read the rest of the note.
WHORE!
YOU THINK YOU’RE PERFECT WHEN YOU’RE NOT! I KNOW THE TRUTH. CONFESS TO YOUR SINS BEFORE I MAKE YOU. THE CLOCK IS TICKING.
TICK. TOCK. TICK. TOCK.
What. The. Hell. Is. This?
With a shaky hand, I rip the note off the door. I look both ways down the hall and find it empty. Not even a single person lingering.
I twist the handle and rush into my room. I slam the door behind me and flip the lock. Quickly, I scan the room, even going as far as looking in my closet andunder my bed, looking for someone who’s not there.
