![]() “Like you’re fascinated or some shit.” His voice is hushed. ![]() Who is she deep down? To walk into this place, eyes lit with a vicious edge. ![]() “Why are you staring at her like that?” Chance hisses at me, standing on my other side. My gaze lingers, taking in the tall white socks on her calves. Her red blazer with the Camden dragon crest is draped over her arm, her white blouse snug around the fullness of her breasts. Her skirt is a hair too short by the school guidelines, the hem hitting about three inches above her knee instead of the required two. Small freckles dot over her nose, same as before, but it’s the tense set of her jaw that tells you she’s not the same. Her mouth is frozen in a smirk with bright red, glittery lipstick on her full lips, accentuating the sensual curves there, the paleness of her skin. Gone is the long blonde hair, replaced with jet black. “Mmmm,” I say, studying her while she isn’t looking. ![]() ![]() “She’s back,” Dane says, straightening up from the wall, an enigmatic expression on his face, but underneath he’s wary. Even now, I itch to peel the sensation right off my skin. I still remember the day she showed up freshman year, that look of hope on her face, full of optimism that Camden was going to be a new beginning for her. It’s been months since she graced the hallowed halls of Camden with her long, lean legs and big aquamarine eyes. ![]()
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