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“Thank you.” I smile back the best I can before spinning round and rushing off the stage.

“How is it fair that he gets hungover and gets to skip class?” I hear Brooks as I rush up the stairs.

“Enough.” Mr. Kennedy raises his voice.

I don’t stop until I’m out of the building and in the middle of the court yard. Tears spill down my cheeks as I lean against a nearby tree. Sliding to the ground, I wrap my arms around my legs and curl up into a ball.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I breathe in and out for a long time until the urge to cry leaves me and I feel a little more stable.

No one has ever made me feel like this before. So, out of control. I hate it. I’m worked up over nothing. I’m making a big deal over nothing.

But what if it’s not nothing. They wouldn’t just target me for no reason, right? This isn’t a college bully romance after all.

“Camden, you okay man?” Jamie’s voice has me looking up. He’s standing next to me, towering over me.

“Yeah.” I give him a smile, feeling a hell of a lot better than I was before. “I’m good. Just tired.”

He grins. “After that weekend, I wouldn’t be surprised. Dude, you can dance.” he laughs.

My cheeks heat as I remember getting a little too close and personal with him at the party.

“Thanks.” I mutter.

“You busy? I was just heading to get something to eat. Wanna come?”

I nod, because food sounds good right about now.

Taking his outstretched hand, I let him pull me to my feet. He wraps his arm around my shoulders as we walk, going on about some guy and girl at the party.

The feeling of someone watching me has me looking off to the side. Henley stands a few feet away by the water fountain, brows furrowed as he watches me with Jamie.

I look away, not wanting to let him or his pack ruin any more of my day.

CHAPTERTHREE

RIVER

School has been in session for a week, and I’m not any closer to figuring out what makes this pink-haired beta tick. Brooks is pissed Camden seems to be the teacher’s pet in the economics class they’re in together, but only because Mr. Kennedy wouldn’t let Brooks fuck with him.

My lips twitch as I walk through campus to meet up with Lee, to see what he’s managed to dig up. Lee is compulsive, obsessive, and paranoid, but he always has a reason for it. If he says there’s something fucked up about Camden, then I believe him.

I’ve also never met anyone as anxious and twitchy as this little beta. There’s secrets swirling in his gorgeous cornflower blue eyes, and I want to know what they are. Then I want to punish him for them.

Fisting my right hand, I blow out a breath slowly, pulling back my anger at the unknown. My pack runs this campus, which means we make it our business to know everything that happens within it. The little beta reminds me of a scared rabbit, and there’s nothing I enjoy more than a good hunt.

“I know that look in your eyes. You’re thinking about chasing someone, aren’t you?” Lee asks, stepping out of the shade provided by a tree. The shadows are so dense in the late afternoon, it appears as if he walked out of thin air.

Lee definitely enjoys his theatrics.It doesn’t help that he can walk almost silently.

“You need a bell,” I growl, watching him smirk as he falls into step with me. “You’re also not wrong. A certain beta’s mouth is on my mind.”

His pouty lips are making me crazy, especially since he’s always worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth.

“I’ve been watching him, and doing some more digging,” Lee drawls as we walk together. This is a debriefing of sorts before I go to my next class. The beginning of school is always very busy. We’re working stalking into our schedules.

“And?” I asked, my eyes rolling over to gaze at him. “Lee, you’re straining my patience.”

“What patience?” the cheeky bastard asks with a dark smirk. “He hasn’t been doing much of anything, River. Camden goes to classes, has a caffeine addiction that may explain the twitchiness, and occasionally hangs out with Jamie.”

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