My mate; My bully

Her pale white and pink flowery comforter brightened the brick interior of her apar

yes lit up for the first time in what seemed like forever. Her small one-bedroom apartment was nothing to brag about

ws during her high school years. She didn't mind- blending in fit her much better tha

d dollars to get her started, which wouldn't last long, but she intended to get an on-campus job soon because she knew her rent money would only last a couple of months. She pu

showed up at her university? She doubted it since he'd been accepted to a much

a group of a thousand and make sure to torment her in any way that he could. She couldn't even pinpoint w

y brown hair. Every girl in her school lusted after him besides Jane. H

and she dug it out with one hand, while ta

el

ad said on the other

er mother passed away when she was little. It had always be

ng my first rager and try

. "Funny," he said

plate. "Yes. I'm having eggs. I plan to go to the grocery store tomorrow

," he mumbled

game?" she ans

oo. "Yes. Well, since you're alive, I will let you eat.

ve you, Dad

ve

true best friend- other than her dad-she didn't have anyone to talk to or call. However, she planned to change that. Tomorrow

*

he parked her old Dodge Dart in an empty parking space. The hustle

rap of her bag. "You've got this, Jane,"

he needed to make it to class without looking a complete mess her first day. The Arts building consisted of any art, English, or psychology class on campus, and since Jane wanted to pursue psychology, she had severa

put her pencil in line with the top of her notebook and slid her palms down her thighs. You've got this, she mum

a sixth sense but never

ew to 8 AM. Jane smiled at them, hoping she

shirt right before class started. One of the only empty seats was in front of

she

ced aroun

t warning you because I had a girl freak out last

bably made her hair frail, but she kept her mouth shut.

ou're the nice girl, right? The one that keeps her emo

an accurate representation. "Y

ck, her big brown eyes vibrant w

sor said as she walked into

her write her

tton. She was red-haired with bouncy cu

then we'll cut out early. But on Wednesday

"we'll ge

Jane's favorite subject, but she was good enough at it. The door opened m

gh the threshold. Everything in the room was still. Her mouth dried. Her he

him. Al

against the concrete walls of the old building, his thick throat moved as

roster and glanced over at

e seemed distracted, and

thing? His dark eyes shifted toward her, and pinn

d the edge of her seat, and she shifted nervously. It was too late to transfer, and she wasn't that much of a cowa

tton said while turning back to the bo

s dark gaze

the very corner. Away from Jane as she'd hoped. If it were up to h

t her any longer, and that was