The Tracker Hive Academy Year One - Avery Song Page 0,65
teeth, I heard his throat rumble at my playful taunt.
"This is why the others say you're dangerous."
"I'm merely different and not afraid to say or do what I want."
Finishing my statement with a kiss to his lips, I pulled away and waltzed over to the hall with a hanging sign that gave directions to the restroom. I could feel Zeke's eyes on me, only making me want to slow my walk to emphasize my hip movement.
Let's be real. Every girl loved to remind their man of what they had.
This was our first date, but there was no way I wasn't going to be fierce in my execution. I wanted this to continue, or at least last for a few dates rather then be a simple one-night fling.
My gut told me this could actually last.
Reaching the washroom door, I took a deep inhale, letting the air out slowly and getting into my Tracker mode. I'd been feeling a little uneasy since we'd walked in. Clubs or any type of dark atmosphere with low lights always gave me the same uncomfortable vibe.
In my homeless days, I’d been terrified of complete darkness. Now it was one of those many things I simply accepted and had to overcome. Going to clubs and parties in my teens was just another way of tackling the demon and immunizing myself to those triggers, just like I had with change rooms.
Entering the bathroom, I went into one of the free stalls and locked it. Pulling my phone out, I quickly scanned those silly blog posts, knowing how fast they would be uploading the pictures of anyone arriving at the party.
Talk about the paparazzi, Tracker Hive Academy Edition.
With a simple click to the most popular blog for Tracker Hive gossip, I landed on a picture of Zeke and me on the front page.
"Us!" Shadow Jade cheered.
You're right about that. Hmm. Not a bad picture, honestly. We should get that developed. Looks like they can't tell if it's me or you. I guess they figured it was Zeke who attended. Good for them for getting it right, but that could have been because of that statement at lunch last week.
I began to scroll through the images, pausing at the familiar haircut in one of them. My heart skipped a beat while my eyes narrowed on the not-so-clear image.
Taking a deep breath, I took a screenshot of it and moved on, trying to see if I could get any other pictures of this individual.
"Kill." Shadow Jade's statement had a homicidal tone to it.
We don't know if it's him, Shadow Jade. A lot of people have the same haircut.
Scrolling back to the picture on the blog, I shivered at the reminder of the man who turned my life upside down. The one who started this all with his arrival to our home on my eighth birthday.
Closing the browser, I crossed my arms over my chest and took a minute to breathe and calm my beating heart.
He'll eventually show himself. I have to live my life and not let him interfere like this. There's no confirmation that it is him, and I'm not the little girl who knew nothing about her elements. I can control them now, I can defend myself, and I have the resources and support to go against him and his crew of bad guys. Nothing to fear.
"Me! Here to Kill," Shadow Jade added for reinforcement.
I know. Thank you, Shadow Jade.
I wished she was here just for me to hug and pet her head. She knew me inside and out, and at times like these, having that sense of knowledge helped on so many levels.
The sound of four sets of heels caught my attention, and I locked my phone and slid it back into my purse.
"I swear I saw her entering this washroom."
The female voice was unrecognizable to me. With a pout of my lips, I lifted my leg to the handle of the toilet, pressing down to make it flush.
Time to have some fun.
Opening the door, I walked straight to the row of sinks, intentionally ignoring the four women standing to my right.
Deliberately taking my time to wash my hands, I began to sing Shadow Jade's Kill song quietly as a way to keep count of how many seconds needed to pass while rubbing my soapy hands together.
"Hey."
I rinsed my hands, ignoring whoever had simply said hey. I wasn't going to answer when I was sure they knew my name, or at least my last name.