Page 37 of The Revenge You Seek

"You mean, you wanna be banging…"

"Well, duh. That place is going to be wall to wall hot athlete."

"Have they been warned?"

"I'm pretty sure someone put the word out because none of them seem interested in what I have to offer." She sulks as we approach the building.

“The ex you mentioned… not an athlete?"

"Oh yeah, he's on the team."

"So he's warned them all off you."

"He'd fucking better not, the cheating fuck," she spits.

"O-okay," I say with a wince, clearly having hit a soft spot. "Things ended well then."

"Oh yeah, we're the best of friends."

I can't help but laugh at her blatant lie.

We find our seats in class and chat away about Friday night and she delights in telling me some of the debaucheries that have gone down at previous Dunn parties. I can't wipe the smile off my face as she talks about what they get up to with their friends. I can picture them acting like clowns, drinking and letting go. They deserve it, hell knows they work hard enough.

Class passes quickly and after grabbing a coffee and lunch together, Ella heads to her afternoon class while I go in search of the library to get some work done.

There’s a big part of me that screams to go back to the dorms and eradicate the chances of bumping into Kane. But the rational side of me knows that the chances of seeing him on a campus this size with this many students is slim to none. So I pull up my big girl panties and force myself not to cower to a non-existent threat.

With my books in my arms, I walk around the library, checking out each floor to familiarize myself with where everything is. I finally find a group of almost empty tables on the third floor and make myself at home.

I tap away at my keyboard, totally lost in what I'm doing when a shiver runs down my spine.

I tried to push aside my concern when I sat here and ignored the fact that there are a lot of hiding places should someone want to torment me. I'm surrounded by rows and rows of books and dark corners.

Forcing myself to ignore it, I continue working, telling myself that I'm just being paranoid once again.

After another two minutes, the shiver becomes more violent and the feeling of being watched becomes impossible to ignore, I turn around and scan the area.

There are a few others sitting at tables working but none of them are looking in this direction and there's no one standing around.

Blowing out a shaky breath, I turn back to my screen to continue but the feeling never abates.

"Hey, fancy seeing you here," Micah says, marching up to my table with an armful of books. "You alone?"

"Sure am."

"You mind?"

"Of course not."

As he pulls out the seat opposite me, I take the opportunity to look around once again.

Still nothing.

"Oh, are you meeting someone?" he asks when he notices what I'm doing.

"No. I just thought I heard something," I lie. "So, what have you got there, it looks…" I run my eyes down the spines of the IT programming books he's piled between us.

"Boring?"