She opened her eyes, and I caught a hint of silver flashing in her eyes.
She had the most mesmerizing eyes.
Then she pulled out of the parking spot and drove, by my guess, to school.
I gave her a two-minute head start before following her.
I caught sight of her two cars ahead of me, and I sped up.
It didn’t take us long to get to campus.
I found an empty spot just a row behind her and got out, pulling up the hood of my black hoodie and putting my sunglasses on.
She didn’t even realize someone was following her.
This girl was so unaware of her surroundings, I should have counted myself lucky.
I was mostly just annoyed.
How had she lived over twenty years without something happening to her?
She walked into a coffee shop, and I got in line behind her, taking off the sunglasses to avoid drawing attention to myself. Though my size probably did that for me.
My big brother was one big motherfucker, and I wasn’t that far behind.
We both had inherited our grandpa’s bulk, something our piece of shit father hated, especially when Micah hit his growth spurt at fifteen, and our father could no longer push us around.
I shook away the dark memory of a childhood I’d much rather forget and focused on the tiny girl in front of me.
Jesus, but she was small.
The top of her head didn’t even reach my shoulder, and she fucking smelled amazing.
Some fruity girly shit that I should find nauseating, but instead, I was getting addicted.
She turned slightly when the door to the coffee shop opened, and I took a step back.
This was the first time I had ever gotten so close to her.
And there was something about this girl…
Why did she feel familiar to me?
Why did I get this sense of overprotectiveness for the girl I should hate?
My fists clenched, and she frowned at whoever had just come in. I followed her gaze and found Kai, who was purposely not looking at me.
Did she not like Kai?
Or did shelikehim?
Kai was known as the pretty boy, and ideally, he would be better fitted for her, considering he was only a few months older than her, but fuck me if I hated the thought of anyone with her.
She was fucking mine.
Mine to torture.
Mine to abuse.