Page 90 of Descent

“C’mon, we’re going home.”

I don’t bother to argue, a slimy feeling of unease settling into my bones as I look around the room accusingly. As if the stalker is about to pop out at any moment shouting ‘Boo! Gotcha!’.

Liam turns in his crutches, making his way for the door as Professor Corwin steps inside, giving us a frown.

“Where are you two going?”

Liam doesn’t answer, and I turn to do so when I think better of it. What am I supposed to explain? That I have had a stalker for months now, that he’s becoming aggressive and is now leavingme notes and roses in class? Yeah, for some reason, I don’t think that would go over well.

It only takes a few phone calls for all of the guys to meet us in the pool hall, minus Vincent, who is away doing god knows what. Ronan locks the door behind us as the guys begin reading the note,

“Do we think it’s the stalker or maybe a copycat situation?” Liam throws out.

“What about the teacher? He has to unlock the class before anyone can get in,” Asher points out.

“Yeah, but most of the time the teachers fuck off to the lounge as soon as they do, not even bothering to go inside,” Ronan says.

Asher turns to face me.

“Think about it, princess. Think hard. Is there anyone in that class who has ever made you uncomfortable? Stared at you for too long? Taken an interest in you? Overall given bad vibes?

I shake my head, my brows furrowed as I rack my brain to think of something useful when I still. Oh, my god.

“Yes,” I say, the revelation a surprise to even me.

“Who?” they all demand at once.

My eyes move from all of them as I roughly swallow.

“Andrew Hutchinson.”

Understanding dons on Liam’s face before he nods.

“He’s always had a thing for Skyla. He sits right in front of her and usually watches her walk in and out of the room.”

“Well, let’s go have a little chat with him,” Ronan suggests.

Asher nods. “Let’s. Can someone call Wesley? Tell him he needs to get back here and get Skyla home.”

“Wait, home?” I ask.

Asher nods. “As of right now, you won’t be leaving the house. Period.”

“But what about my schoolwork? I can’t afford to fall behind, Asher.”

“We’ll bring your work home. It’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know, Ash. If she doesn’t want to stay home, I don’t blame her,” Liam says.

“I agree. She can still come to school, we just need to be more vigilant,” Ronan says.

Asher throws his arms out to his sides.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize this was a town council meeting. Let me simplify this for you all. My wife, my call. She’s staying home.”

“Are you really going to keep playing that card?” Liam drawls sarcastically.

“Absolutely. If any of you could, I know you would. Don’t pretend otherwise.”

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