thick ass and leave you knowing I’ll be in you all day.
Thea muffles another strangled yelp, crossing her legs tightly. It’s too fun to mess around with her like this, to get her hot right under everyone’s noses.
Our game is interrupted when Coleman pauses by Thea’s desk as he strolls around the class and directs his question at her. “Can anyone give me their thoughts on the use of literary devices in the text?”
“I—uh, yes, I…” Thea trails off, flipping through her notebook, voice trembling. In her fumbling, she knocks the book we’re reading off the desk.
Titters echo around the room. I cover the smug slant of my lips with my hand, propping my elbow on the desk.
“I have some thoughts,” I offer. “You know, since she seems unprepared for class. The book uses irony and alludes to things going on in the world to drive the point that the political party twists the truth to exercise control, but I don’t think the theme of propaganda is as universally applicable today. With social media always advancing and evolving, more voices are constantly in the mix from all over the world. People aren’t complacent to mindlessly listen to manipulative party lines, or believe whatever the headlines read.”
Coleman frowns at me, silent for a long beat. He sighs. “Yes. Good.”
Thea drops her forehead to her desk and stays like that for a long stretch as the class goes on.
Before I make any moves, I need more information. I want to know my grip on Thea is ironclad. There’s no way I’ll let the little mouse escape the trap I’m setting for her.
I dump my athletic duffel in the corner of the bedroom and boot up my computer. As it purrs to life, I drop into the chair and scroll through notes I’ve compiled on my phone.
She’s on my radar, no longer invisible. I’m paying attention to every move she makes, getting a lowdown on her from the classes we don’t share, utilizing every access point I have to pick apart her life. From her friendship circle to her daily schedule, she won’t make a move without me knowing about it. Holden Landry proved useful once more, giving me a play-by-play of Thea through the lens of her longtime friendship with his younger sister when I used the video of him at the boat party I’ve been keeping in my back pocket. Until he described a recent sleepover and how she filled out her skimpy sleep set nicely and I decked him.
I’m building a picture of how she presents herself—the studious, quiet good girl.
And I’m betting it’s a lie. No one is that pure and innocent. As humans, we’re all depraved beasts.
It’s instinct. Our base nature. It lives in our bones.
Once my computer is ready, I waste no time getting to work. Hacking her network remotely is child’s play. Their WiFi has basic, default firewalls that I break through with ease, allowing me access to connect my computer to any device in their house logged in on the network, dropping malware I’ve written to give me a backdoor in anytime I want.
There’s no challenge, not like the things I faced when I was first developing these skills on my hunt to uncover the depth of Mom’s misdeeds to cover up the assault incident. In the short time since that discovery, I’ve honed my talents in digging through people’s lives.
“Gotcha,” I mutter as I locate Thea’s laptop, currently connected.
Her screen loads on my second monitor, a baking blog and Instagram open in two tabs on her browser. The calendar application is also open, and I grind my teeth when I see Mr. Coleman’s birthday, bake cookies set as a reminder for tomorrow.
I never really noticed Thea before, but now that I have, it doesn’t escape me that she’s as infatuated with Mr. Coleman as every other girl in our class. Hell, the whole school. It still rankles when I think of today’s English period. Watching her shoot her hand in the air, leaning forward to answer questions once she recovered from her mortification. Like she was eager to prove herself to our teacher. She might have hidden under her baggy uniform, but because I know what her perfect tits look like beneath the deceptive layers, it pissed me off to see her eagerness for any of Coleman’s attention.
With a few swift keystrokes, I access the webcam, activating it. Her room appears on my screen.
Clicking my tongue and shaking my head, I lean back in