“Why am I not afraid of you?” I say it unobtrusively, not expecting an answer from him. “You should be.” His voice is as dark as the look in his eye. “You should fucking run from me.” I get the feeling he wants me to. “But I’ll never let you go.” My breath hitches in my throat. “Why?” I squeak out, clearing my throat. He smirks as we pull up to the high school. The bell’s about to ring, and I wait with bated breath for him to answer my question. “I’ll be here to pick you up at three.” He looks me square in the eye. “Don’t make me wait, Ren.” I shiver at his nickname for me.
