Chapter Thirty

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"Are you sure you're doing okay? You seem a bit off lately."

I looked up at Amy with tired eyes from my seat across hers as we sat in the cafeteria hearing chatter all around us. My unopened bag of chips and half-empty bottle of water was a stark contrast against the fully loaded fries and strawberry milkshake she was currently gorging herself on.

It had been three days since Masky had left me curled up in bed, in pain and struggling to breathe while covered in his cum and rethinking all my life choices that led up to that moment.

That night after dinner I'd spent a considerable amount of time with Sara and then the twins and once I put them to bed I waited another few hours just to avoid facing him. After I realized he'd left I'd locked the window in hopes it would deter him from entering if he did decide to come back that night, but I should've known better.

He'd let himself in, in more ways than one.

Every time I thought about it butterflies fluttered around in my stomach in the most absurd way and I could feel the place between my legs dampen and throb anxiously though I was as sore as I'd ever been. Ever since the first time we had sex I've been sore because of how intense he was.

It was wrong.

Everything was wrong.

What he did was wrong, how it made me feel was wrong and the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about it was so so, so so wrong.

The past two nights I'd been too anxious to sleep because I was expecting him to try the same thing again and I wanted to be able to stop that from happening but he hadn't shown up at all.

The thought of him taking advantage of me like that again excited me but I knew it shouldn't.

I needed to have a talk with him about it. This is what I meant when I talked about setting boundaries and rules.

With all this happening and dealing with school again I'd been stressed but how could I tell Amy what had happened? It was too embarrassing, so I bit my tongue.

"No, I'm okay."

"You're sure?"

"Positive."

"Cause if something's going on I-"

"Ames-" I shot her a look and she backed down with a sigh.

"Fine but I can tell you haven't been getting any sleep," after a while her eyes lit up and she smirked at me, "ohhh, I get it."

I didn't bother to correct her, knowing what she was thinking. I finished chugging my water and tossed the chips I hadn't bothered to open just as the bell sounded for us to head to our classes.

My next class was AP Spanish which I didn't have with Amy and we went our separate ways with a brief wave at each other.

I took my seat next to the window, listening to my Spanish teacher greet the class and a yawn escaped my lips. It was so hard to keep my eyes open right now having gotten no sleep three days in a row.

I skipped to the right pages of the textbook, rubbing my temples as I tried to decode the words swimming on the pages before me.

I knew I should've paid more attention to Sara when she was cussing me out in her native tongue.

I was nodding off when a chill ran through my spine and I was suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that I was being watched, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.

I looked around the room for the reason but only found bored teenagers there. Turning my head left I caught sight of a familiar burnt orange jacket outside the window.

I was two floors up but I could clearly tell it was Masky standing there outside close to the edge of the tree lining, his white mask turned up in the direction of my classroom.

He was looking directly at me.

I swallowed hard, my body tensing up and my hand that was holding the pen was suddenly sweating.

What the hell is he doing here? How did he even know which classroom I was in?

Could he actually see me?

I immediately ducked down from the window, getting the attention of the teacher and a few others as they gave me concerned looks.

"Señorita Blair, ¿està bien?" Señora Cruz raised a brow.

I slapped on a fake smile, crouched on the floor like a crazy person, "y-yeah I just dropped my," I looked around, seeing the pen in my grasp and realizing I was still in Spanish class, "bolígrafo."

She nodded in a way like she wasn't buying it and I cleared my throat, getting to my feet again. As I cast a glance outside I realized Masky had gone. Did I imagine that he was there?

Shakily I went back to sitting at my desk, looking out the window every few seconds and trying to figure out if I was hallucinating or not. Even if he was there I couldn't understand why my body was reacting the way it was.

Was I excited that he was back or was it fear?

I didn't notice the room was being rearranged until I felt someone sit next to me.

"Hola," the deep voice that came from the person next to me caused my head to snap to the side immediately.

Noticing my awkward behavior Joey grinned, his perfect teeth gleaming just as much as the silver earrings in his double pierced ear while the light from the window shone off his tan skin, "you alright?"

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" I groaned, head in hands.

He chuckled a bit, "well you look like you just saw a ghost."

"Maybe a serial killer," I mumbled under my breath and I was relieved when he only laughed, not catching on.

"So, I was thinking you could do the assignment and I could cheer you on along the way. Cool?"

"If you want a failing grade sure."

He scowled comically and I grinned, feeling the tension leaving my body as I relaxed into my seat.

We spent the next twenty-five minutes working on the questions and once we were done we reviewed our answers before handing in our papers.

It had been a while since I'd talked to anyone from school apart from Amy, but I found it surprisingly entertaining talking to Joey. His laugh was infectious and as Señora Biles busied herself with marking the submissions the classroom erupted into chatter.

It was a good distraction.

I was listening to Joey ramble on about his big brother who was playing major league baseball when I found myself zoning out, thinking about a particular crowbar-wielding psycho.

My heart fluttered in my chest when I remembered the words he had growled into my ear that night. The scene played out over and over in my head. At the time I was sure he was planning on killing me. Why else would he have restricted my breathing to the point where I almost blacked out?

He'd said it was my punishment.

I squeezed my legs together, my body was aching down south still, a reminder that he'd forced himself inside without warning and then the way he left me without so much of a goodbye...

Things could only get worse from here I was sure.

Was he really there, outside the window? Was he stalking me?

Did he want me to see him? Should I have gone to him?

"A picture would last longer," I heard Joey comment, pulling me out of my reverie.

"Huh?"

His eyes studied mine for a moment before he smiled and I instinctively flinched when he reached a hand out to brush some of my curls from my face.

He paused for a moment before letting his hand drop, "You were staring."

"Oh sorry, I didn't-"

"It's cool," he smiled again cutting me off and cocking his head to the side, "it was cute."

Is he flirting with me?

I tried to smile back but my face wouldn't comply and I turned my head to look out the window again.

"Hey-"

I looked back at Joey who seemed to really want my attention right now.

"Yeah?"

"You-" he got cut off by the sound of the bell and I got to my feet immediately, gathering up my things to make the transition to my other class, Algebra II.

I rubbed my face as I walked down the hallway, blowing out a breath as I switched my books at my locker and headed to the classroom. As I got to the doorway to head inside a hand grabbed my elbow and I jumped, a gasp leaving my lips and my heart hammering in my chest, but when I turned around it was just Joey standing there.

He seemed concerned as he looked down at me, eyebrows furrowed, "sorry I didn't mean to startle you, I just wanted to ask you something."

He let my hand go and I nodded, pulling my lower lip between my teeth and biting back tears, "what is it?"

He came a bit closer and I backed up before realizing he was just getting out of the way for others to go by.

"Are you really okay? Is something going on with you, at home maybe?"

When I didn't answer immediately he lowered his voice so the people entering the room wouldn't hear as they passed by, "Kit, is someone hurting you?"

"Why would you ask me that?" I snapped defensively. I didn't mean to come off mean but I was starting to feel cornered and I fixed my sweater around myself, hoping he hadn't seen the bruises and bite marks on me.

"I just-"

"You don't even know me. Stop acting like we're friends or something," I turned my gaze to the floor, eyebrows knitted in frustration.

"I mean, we could be?" he sounded genuine but I knew better than to even think of entertaining the idea. As much as I'd love to have a normal high school life with friends I knew it was too late for that now. Nothing about my life was normal anymore and it was no use pretending it could be.

"Just leave me alone, Joey. I don't need friends."

Before he could speak I was already walking away and I watched him leave shortly after I sat at the back of the room, waiting for it to fill up.

The rest of the day flew by in a blur and as I left my final class for the day I felt zombified. I could hardly pay attention to what Amy was saying as I stuffed the books into my locker and turned to face her, finally noticing the guy she was standing next to this whole time. His hazel eyes complimented his tan skin and he looked shy, barely meeting my gaze as he stood slightly behind her like she was his mother or something.

"- and I'll call you when I get home," she finished, leaning in to give me a peck on the cheek before she slid a hand into his and they were walking away.

Wait, what?

I really am out of it, aren't I?

I groaned to myself, turning to finish depositing my books into the locker before I slammed it shut. As I spun around my eyes traveled up to see Joey Reyes standing there with a smile.

Not you again.

Rolling my eyes I stepped around him and I heard him laugh as he jogged a bit to catch up with me, "wait, wait," he urged as he lightly tugged at the hem of my sweater, "So I know you don't need friends but I know what you do need."

I kept walking but looked over at him with tired eyes, "Yeah, what's that?"

"Donuts."

I scoffed and hiked my bag up onto my shoulder as I walked but the more I thought about it, the more I remembered that I hadn't eaten all day and I could feel my stomach churning.

I shook my head with a light chuckle, "fine, I'll take it."

"Yes!" he celebrated and I full-on chortled, throwing my head back when he pumped his fists like he'd just won a date with a celebrity.

"Can never go wrong with donuts. So what do you like? Bear claw, jelly donut, chocolate frosted, long john?" he nudged my shoulder with his playfully and I shrugged, ignoring that last innuendo.

"All of them I guess."

"Not hard to please," he noted, "I like it."

"What do you know?" I laughed and he folded his lips together to hold back a laugh.

"Alright alright, maybe a little hard to please, but not when it comes to food, hm?"

I shrugged again, stepping off the sidewalk quickly when a skateboarder decided he was on a mission to end my short life. Joey had reached a hand out to steady me as I almost stumbled and I noticed that he didn't immediately let go after the fact so I had to pretend to scratch the back of my head so he would let go.

He was obviously flirting with me but at this point, I had already accepted his offer of donuts so I couldn't just cancel on him. Besides he wasn't bad company and he was quite good-looking if your type was lanky guys with brown hair and eyes, which mine was, apparently.

We kept walking and talking the whole way to the little cafe about 10 minutes away from school and all the while I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.

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