"That's the spirit, bitch." Ava bumps her shoulder with yours. "Fuck the boys."

"Very classy." Cecily rolls her eyes. "You're supposed to be the granddaughter of the former prime minister."

"Don't be a prude. And Grandpa encourages my need to express myself, thank you."

"Umm." Annika shifts from foot to foot. "We should probably go before the start of the fight."

"What? No, we're here for the fight and to cheer on Creigh. We can't just leave." Ava cups her mouth and screams, "You've got this, Cray Cray!"

He merely stares in your direction while Remi waves and shows off Creighton's muscles.

Landon is focused on his phone, completely oblivious to his surroundings. Eli, who was drinking from a bottle of water, pauses and tilts his head in your direction.

Or more like in Ava's.

She tries to maintain eye contact, but despite the fact that she's the strongest, most outspoken person you know, she's no match for Eli's hurricane-like energy. She huffs, flips her hair, and switches her attention to your new friend. "As I was saying, dear Anni, we're here to stay."

"Jer will have my neck if he sees me here."

"You're a big girl," Cecily says. "He doesn't tell you what to do.”

"That's right." Ava holds her in a half-hug and they look like princesses with Ava's lace pink dress and Annika's purple tulle skirt. "We've got you, girl."

"You..you're right." She digs her heels in the ground and smiles. "Jer can't do anything to me."

"Sure about that, Anoushka?"

Annika and you freeze for two different reasons. She, because that voice that spoke from behind us is definitely her brother's.

The notorious Jeremy Volkov, who's rumored to be a killer in the making.

You?

Ever since he cornered you near the library a week ago, you’ve been looking over your shoulder, checking your locks, and searching my surroundings.