“I have lunch.”
“Do you. I don’t. One more class, but… I could be persuaded to skip my next class. We can head out for a quick meal somewhere. What do you think about that?”
“I honestly don’t think you should do that,” I say automatically.
I’m not even tempted. He wants to buy me lunch and then be paid for it with either my pussy or my mouth, and he’s not getting either.
“Why not? I’m willing.” His smile is lecherous.
“I’m not,” I say frankly.
“You a prude?”
“I’m not a fan of prunes,” I say, deliberately acting as if I misheard him.
“What’s your name again?” he presses.
“I really have to go.” I walk around him.
He hurries after me, and I’m glad that I have my backpack to help keep him at bay. “Do I scare you?”
“You aren’t the stuff of nightmares,” I tell him.
“Not at all,” he agrees. “But maybe I can make all of your dreams come true.”
“I have no dreams,” I tell him. “Dreams are for the weak.”
“Nah. You just need to find the right dreams.”
“I’m fine the way I am.”
“You certainly are.” He leers at me.
I spy the ladies’ room and duck inside without saying one more word to Liam. Of course the one person who wants to talk to me is another guy I want nothing to do with.
But Tyler had actually been decent to me this morning. Doesn’t matter, though. He can be decent when his friends aren’t around, but if he’s still going to be an ass when he’s with the Mutineers, then he’s an ass period. Fuck that shit. I don’t have it in me to have to deal with guys and their bullshit.
At lunch, I debate risking going to the cafeteria. I can make sure to stay as far away from Brett and Corey.
But will that be worth it? If I have a target on my back, like it seems that I do, they’ll go out of their way to find me.
Fuck it. Fuck them.
I’m on my own still.
For better or worse.
Maybe that’s for the best. Four months until graduation. Four months until college.
Four months until ultimate freedom.
Well, technically, more like four months and four years until ultimate freedom, but I will figure all of this out. I won’t let myself down.
I’m the only one in my corner, but that’s fine.
I’m so much more than a daughter of a killer.
I’m me, and I’m going to be just fine.