Page 20 of Escaping Hallow Hill Academy
I should name him.
I should take him on walks and have a boring little life with my new pet. When I’m done killing others, that’s what I’ll do.
A slamming sound jolts through the room, and that fucking cruel light overhead flicks on without apology.
“Get up. We have four thousand words to turn in by tomorrow night on the best Soul Searches of our generation,” Gavin Fucker says as she plops down on her bed with a pen and paper.
“What—are you on drugs? Adderall? Is it Adderall? What the fuck are you on? Shut the fucking light off, and do not speak to me until late in the afternoon!” I yell into my pillow, which is really just a muffled stream of sounds without words.
“Oh, I know, right!” She replies with a little laugh, like she knows exactly how I feel at this moment.
I’m going to kill her.
I’m going to kill Dragon Woman, Hoarder of Cum. Hope her parents find a better name to etch on her grave, or it’s going to make things a little awkward on Memorial Day.
“The other Sekar, Sialen, he bound himself,” she whispers suddenly, her thought process obviously racing.
My eyes slowly open, and it takes me a moment to lift from the soft white pillow. Long strands of soft black hair mats across my face like a spiderweb as I blink over at the pretty blonde woman. She looks up at me from beneath her thick lashes but doesn’t say more.
She waits.
Everyone here is so testing.
So untrustworthy.
Is this a test of hers? Why would it be? What would she gain?
My thoughts flash back to the redheaded woman screaming at her in the hall over a boyfriend who’s too stupid to keep his dick zipped up behind the Academy’s finely-pressed slacks.
An ally?
Does she want an ally here?
“Bound himself to whom?” I finally ask on a voice I dare not raise for anyone else to hear.
Her small shoulders lift in a shrug. “I dunno. But it screwed up. And the Academy hasn’t kicked him out, despite being a weak link now.”
She’s so pretty. She could easily use her soft features and her pale eyes to give and take information. That isn’t what this is right now.
She wants a friend.
Fuck. No. Anything but that.
My stomach turns uncomfortably at that thought. Images of braiding hair and painting toenails while gossiping flicker nastily through my mind.
Gross.
“I like your wolf. He looks like a badass,” she adds with a hint of a smile.
She’s not wrong. He is a badass.
And suddenly, I’m not so afraid of the girl smiling back at me. Maybe she’s as pissed as I am about being here. Maybe, deep down, she’s just lonely.
“He’s sweet.” I peer back at the little pet still nuzzled sweetly against the curve of my body.
“Yeah, he’s massive. What’s his name?”
My lips open, and for some reason, Cerberus the three-headed dog shoves into my mind. But Cerberus seems too cruel for the cute but powerful pup between my legs.
