7. Truce
Chapter seven
Truce
I ’m over this shit. I’m not a fucking babysitter yet, here I am. We should have locked her ass up the minute her dad told us she was running. Then she comes to this weird as fuck university. Since I arrived here, all I hear about are some bullshit ghost stories. I’ve been lurking everywhere and the only shit I’ve seen is a bunch of hot headed fuckwits killing each other.
Seeing Z walk around this place makes my blood boil. She should be back at home preparing for the academy. She keeps trying to avoid what's to come, but that shit is set in stone and she needs to buckle the fuck up. I’ve been keeping a close eye on her, but I have to make sure she doesn’t see me or the plan is fucked. I should just snatch her the fuck up and drag her back home kicking and screaming, but it's not time yet.
I can tell she has told no one much about herself as she’s been partying and she doesn’t party, ever. That’s why I took every opportunity to make sure I could get her alone in the maze. When I bumped into her little boyfriend yesterday, I swiped his phone. I needed to make sure I could get her alone and uninterrupted. Then he opened his mouth, and I wanted to gut the prick, but I can’t afford to bring attention to me, yet.
I follow closely behind her as she enters the cafeteria, heading over to her little group of girlfriends. She only really hangs out with two of them, but neither are a threat. They have their own problems hunting them. I chuckle to myself just thinking about those two crazy fuckers obsessed with those girls.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, distracting me as I take one last look and sneak out so I can get this shit done. Walking through the doors and into the cold air, I pull up the texts.
Zain: You good?
Me: Yeah. The next chance I get, I’m snatching her up and heading home.
Kreed: You could have done that last night, fucker.
Me: Jealous?
Zain: She will be ours soon enough.
Me: You know it's not going to be that easy when we get back.
Zain: Oh I know, but I love the challenge
Kreed: I can’t wait to break her.
Me: She already hates us, so fuck it.
Kreed: Correction. She hates Zain.
Zain: She needs to grow a fucking backbone.
Me: Oh trust me, her back was being stretched out last night.
Kreed: Lucky fucker.
Zain: Don’t get caught and make this shit happen quicker.
Me: Why? Are you in a hurry to get your ass handed to you?
Zain: She won’t hand me shit.
Me: Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.
I hear shouting, causing me to turn in the direction of the noise.
Me: Gotta run.
I see that fucker, Resin or whatever his stupid name is, and some guy. They are headed in the direction of the rink so I follow behind them. Does nobody pay attention to their surroundings?
I watch them for a few minutes before I remember that Z’s room is unoccupied right now. I turn around and stalk towards the bridge that leads to the sorority house where she stays.
Turning the knob, I push open the door and walk in before closing it behind me. Her room is covered in pink decor, which is unlike her, but this whole place is pink. Damn girls and their girly colors. It’s like a bottle of that pink stomach medicine shit exploded everywhere.
Standing in front of her dresser, I can’t help but pick up her lotion and sprays and smell them. I missed her smell, and after last night, I miss her touch. Fuck. I can’t wait to claim her.
She was so drunk last night that she didn’t even realize it was me. Every time she called out his name, I slammed into her harder, wanting to choke her ass until she couldn’t breathe anymore. Looking around the room, I see a basket in the corner and walk over to it. Searching the contents, I see a green lace thong and pick it up. Bringing it up to my nose and inhaling her sweet scent, I growl. Damn she smells like heaven, and the visions of last night play in my head causing my dick to harden.
Walking towards her bed, I flop down, my back hitting the pillows. Bringing my hand to my jeans I undo the button and pull down my zipper, sliding my hand inside to take out my cock. I groan as I take her lace panties and cover my tip, squeezing it. Fuck.
Flashbacks of her tight pussy squeezing my cock has me gliding my hand faster along my length. Her shallow breathing as I gripped her delicate neck with my fingers, cutting off her oxygen, has me picking up my pace, eager to cum inside her panties. I’m so fucking close, I can almost taste it.
Just as I get ready to unload, I hear the sound of keys. Fuck. Shit. Rushing off the bed, I look around for a place to hide, spotting her closet. Running over I step inside, closing the doors just as she walks in. Why is she here? Has it been that long?
She walks over to her vanity, picking up a book before turning to head towards the door. Before she even makes it past the closet doors, she stops in her tracks. She looks around with a confused look on her face. Can you sense me?
She turns around and heads back over towards her bed, bends down and pulls up a loose floorboard, taking out a box. She removes something from her pocket and places it inside before returning everything back to its place, leaving the room.
Stepping out, my curiosity gets the best of me and I head over to take a look at what she is hiding. Once I pull the box out and peek inside, my heart drops. Pulling out my phone, I text the guys and Z’s parents.
Me: We have a huge fucking problem.
Holding the polaroid in my hand, I can’t help but feel the room spinning as my phone blows up from calls and texts. How can I keep her safe now?