el

ngs and Queens High, and it's a

my room again after he left. The thought of him standing in the dark, whispering

to start loc

le I was tearing my room apart looking for it, the de

iver had already taken my mom and Edward to work, and appa

ave to mail the rest of my clothe

per

desk, trying not to loo

y quickly, glancing at my schedule. It's already

ely looks up as she types

cringing before correcting

mom changed my last na

ly looks at me, eyebrows knitting together. "Blackwell

. "Uh..

, and after a second, she turns to

e sharing an apartment

omach

ha

rifies. "You'll be housed in a pr

ince when can high schoolers d

o have my own space in a dorm. Now, I have to live with Isa

iou

one and call the

of them

y phone back into my pocket. Whatever.

the hall, two girls step in front of me,

iforms perfectly tailored, their wrists adorned with Chanel and Lou

is Kimberly." The blonde one stretches out a h

on. The moment she pulls away, I swear she wipes her hand

rning to me. "We're

riella adds, but m

gs. Eve

d us to f

Like

ying to hold back m

not sure, but she did say something about your rooming situa

ne and start pulling me toward the exit. I turn to the front d

capes my lips, and I

just get th

ison and lead me

ignoring my presence, and I almost want to puke when Briella starts sw

ot like I

y works, and I relax for some time. But when the car turns onto a

e this is th

rd and hit my head. I barely have time to regret not putting on my seat

I ask, a sick feelin

iggle. Giggle. Like th

arm. I let out a shriek, trying to pull away, but Briella and Kimberly shove me

fresh wound, and reach for the door handle

he handle, my breath comi

their faces-laughing, waving, l

I walked right

eaving me there. In

gs worse, a single rai

chest, squeezing

reach for my bag. It's gone. My phone-my

eam. The rain begins to fall heavily

't know where I'm goin

It's a different da

d, my body remembers. My pulse races, my lungs tig

s of my shirt and let it drop to the ground. My soaked tank

ashes over me. H

ugh the downpour. Maybe

strikes me, chill

e middle of nowhere. Who kn

l and start running in the opposite direct

sion. My feet slip against the wet

en I h

vo

rah, don't b

e like a blade, his cruel l

eal. It's

the past. But the car behind me doesn't stop-it doesn't chase

re just pas

th

utting in front of m

mble back, my instincts screaming at

he window

ue eyes