Page 18 of Bloody Valentine

I could barely see the two figures in the dark, but they were walking up toward Charli. She was completely unaware of anything, and like the typical generational norm, her face was shoved in her phone. I sighed, fear and irritation swirling in my blood. I had to get her attention.

Taking a deep breath, I took off running. Right as the shadows started to emerge in the light, their hands were outstretched toward my classmate as they came up behind her.

Then they saw me.

“Hey! There you are!” I yelled loudly, earning a glare from the ungrateful woman. The two dark figures receded back into the shadows with a growl.

“Uh… do I know you?” she said.

I forced a laugh and looked over to where the figures had been. The light overhead was so bright that it made everything fuzzy in the dark. I cursed and continued my ruse. “Yes. I uh…you borrowed my sweater.”

The woman raised a brow, and I scratched my head, trying to think of anything to get her back in the dorm. “Yeah, at a party sometime. Anyway, we should head back because it’s cold out. I will tell you more inside.”

She backed away from me when I tried to lead her back toward the dorms.

“No way, weirdo. I am waiting for someone. And you can’t fuck this up.”

Two fucking creepy people that looked like they were about to kidnap you? I wanted to ask, but instead, I said, “Yeah, but I…really need my sweater back tonight. Like right now.”

I feigned coughing to prove a point. It was freezing, and flurries of snow were falling around my head.

Charli sighed. “Chick, I don’t even know what I supposedly borrowed from you.”

I smiled. “No worries, we can find it together in the dorm.”

She checked her phone and sighed. “Whatever. It looks like I got stood up. So, sure. Let’s go.”

I realized I had held my breath until that moment. I followed her as she walked to the Delta Phi housing building. When I dared to turn my back, I could see the faintest of silhouettes against the bridge and felt the intensity of their eyes as they glared at me while we walked away.

Chapter seven

“What the fuck was that? What a cunt.” Hayes was seething, and I was still trying to comprehend how Vivian would end up precisely where she shouldn’t be.

That woman was going to be a real fucking problem. Our target was surrounded by so many people now, and worst of all, my Little Virgin. It was too risky to push the matter. Hayes needed to let her believe he stood her up.

We needed to regroup and figure out a different target.

“Hayes, this is an easy solution. You have enough desperate bitches in your phone that would jump on the opportunity to get a text out of the blue. Where is that prowess you’re always flaunting?”

Hayes shook his head. “I am going to get a reputation as a freak. Not that you care.”

I laughed, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Oh dear brother, I am sure that your magical dick will have stories told about it through the ages.”

My brother threw me off him as I cracked up with full belly laughter that made my sides hurt.

“Hardee-har, asshole. Remind me again why I haven’t shoved my hockey stick up your ass?”

I winked at him. “Keep your kinks to yourself, Haysie boy.”

Truth be told, I loved using random shit as toys, but that was not for my asshole.

“C’mon, enough foreplay. Do eeny, meeny, miny, moe or something. We need to get hunting. I am on edge.”

Hayes shook his head.

“And you say I am the drama queen.”

“You are,” I amended, adjusting my hoodie and watching through the cloud of darkness.

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